The Mooreland Leader. (Mooreland, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, June 11, 1909 Page: 4 of 8
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By Omar Schnoebelen.
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ROBERT AMES RENNET
(Copyright, IMS, bjr A. C. McClurg & Co.)
The story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
Leslie, an American heiress, Lord Win-
thrope, an Englishman, and Tom Blake,
a brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an unin-
habited Island and were the only ones
not drowned. Blake recovered from a
drunken stupor. Blake, shunned on the
boat, because of his roughness, became
a hero as preserver of tho helpless pair.
The Rngllsliman was suing for the hand
Of Miss Leslie.
"Oh, but Mr. Blake, I am Bure it
must be a mistake; 1 am sure that if
It is explainer] to papa—"
"Yes; we'll cable papa to-night.
Meantime, we've something else to do
Suppose you two get a hustle on your-
selves, and scrape up something to
eat. I'm going out to see wbat's left
of that blamed old tub."
"Surely you'll not venture to swim
out so far!" protested Winthrope. "I
saw the steamer sink as we cast off."
"Looks like a mast sticking up out
there. Maybe some of the rigging is
"But the sharks! These waters
Bwarm with the vile creatures. You
must not risk your life!"
"'Cause why? If I do, the babes in
the woods will be left without even
the robins to cover them, poor things!
But cheer up!—maybe the mud-hens
will do it with lovly water-lilies."
"Please, Mr. Blake, do not be so
cruel!" sobbed Miss Leslie, her tears
starting afresh. "The sun makes my
bead ache dreadfully, and I have no
hat or shade, and I'm becoming so
"And you think you've only to wait,
and half a dozen stewards will come
running with parasols and Ice water.
Neither you nor Winthrope seem to
*ve got your eyes open. Just suppose
you get busy and do something. Win
thrope, chase yourself over the mud,
and get together a mess of fish that
are not too dead. Must be dozens, aft
the blow. As for you. Miss Jenny, 1
guess you can pick up some reeds and
rig a headgear out of this handker-
chief— Walt a moment. Put on my
coat, if you don't want to be broiled
alive through the holes of that peek-a-
"But I say, Blake—" began 'Win-
"Don't say—do!" rejoined Blake;
and he started down the muddy shore.
Though the tide was at flood, there
was now no cyclone to drive the sea
above the beach, and Blake walked a
quarter of a mile before he reached
the water's edge. There was little
eurf, and he paused only a few mo
ments to peer out across the low
swells before he commenced to strip.
Winthrope and Miss Leslie had been
watching his movements; now the
girl rose in a little flurry of baste,
and set to gathering reeds. Winthrope
would have spoken, but, seeing lier
embarrassment, smiled to himself, and
began strolling about in search of fish.
It was no difficult search. The
marshy ground was strewn with dea l
sea-creatures, many of which were al-
ready shriveling and drying in the
Bun. Some of the flsh had a familiar
look, and Winthrope turned them over
with the tip of his shoe. He even
went so far as to stoop to pick up a
large mullet; but shrank back, re-
pulsed by its stiffness and the unnat-
ural shape into which the sun was
He found himself near the beach,
and stood for half an hour or more
watching the black dot far out in the
water—all that was to be seen of
Blake. The American, after wading
off-shore another quarter of a mile,
had reached swimming depth, and was
heading out among the reefs with
steady, vigorous strokes. Half a mile
or so beyond him Winthrope could
now make out the goal for which he
was aiming—the one remaining top-
mast of tho steamer.
"By Jove, these waters are full of
sharks!" murmured Winthrope. star-
ing at the steadily receding dot until
It disappeared behind the wall of surf
which spumed up over one of the outer
A call from Miss Leslie interrupted
his watch, and he hastened to rejoin
her. After several failures, she had
contrived to Knot Blake's handkerchief
to three or four reeds in the form of a
little sunshade. Her shoulders were
protected by Blake's coat. It made a
heavy wrap, but It Bhut out the blis-
tering sun rays, which, as Blake had
foreseen, had quickly begun to burn
the girl's delicate skin through her
Thus protected, she was fairly safe
from the sun. But the sun was by no
means the worst feature of the situa-
tion. While Winthrope was yet several
yards distant, the girl began to com-
plain to him. "I'm so thirsty, Mr.
Winthrope! Where Ib there any wa-
ter? Please get me a drink at once,
"But, my dear Miss Leslie, there Ib
no water. These pools are all sea-
water. I must say, I'm deuced dry
myself. I can't see why that cad
should go off and leave us like this,
"Indeed, it Is a shame—Oh, I'm so
thirsty! Do you think it would help
If we ate something?"
"Make It all the worse. Besides,
how could we cook anything? All
these reeds are green.
"But Mr. Blake said to gather some
fish. Had you not best—"
"He can pick up all he wants. I
shall not touch the beastly things."
"Then I suppose there Is nothing to
do but wait for him."
"Yes, if the sharks do not get him."
Miss Leslie uttered a little moan,
and Winthrope, seeing that Bhe was
on the verge of tears, hastened to re-
assure her. "Don't worry about him,
Miss Genevieve! He'll soon return,
with nothing worse than a blistered
back. Fellows of that sort are born
to hang, you know."
"But If he should be—if anything
should happen to him!"
Winthrope shrugged his shoulders,
and drew out his silver cigarette case.
Two or Three Small Fish Lay Faintly
Wriggling on the Surface.
It was more than half-full, and he was
highly gratified to find that neither the
cigarettes nor the vesta matches in the
cover had been reached by the wet.
"By Jove, here's luck!" he ex-
claimed, and he bowed to Miss Leslie.
"Pardon me. but if you have no ob-
The girl nodded as a matter of form,
and Winthrope hastened to light the
cigarette already In his fingers. The
sinoke by no means tended to lessen
the dryness of his mouth; yet it put
him in a reflective mood, and in think-
ing over what he had read of fchip-
wrecked parties, he remembered that
a pebble held in the mouth is supposed
to ease one's thirst.
To be sure, there was not a sign of
a pebble within miles of where they
sat; but after some reflection, it oc-
curred to him that one of his steel
keys might do as well. At first Miss
Leslie was reluctant to try the ex-
periment, and only the increasing dry-
ness of her mouth forced her to seek
the promised relief. Though it tailed
to quench her thirst, she was agree-
ably surprised to find that the little
flat bar of metal eased her craving to
a marked degree.
Winthrope now thought to rig a
shade as Miss Leslie had done, out of
reeds and his handkerchief, for the
sun was scorching his unprotected
head. Thus sheltered, the two
crouched as comfortably as they could
upon the half-dried crest of the hum-
mock and waited impatiently for the
return of Blake.
The Worth of Fire.
HOUGH the sea within the
reefs was fast smoothing
to a glassy plain in the
dead calm, they did not see Blake on
his return until he struck shallow wa-
ter and stood up to wade ashore. The
tide had begun to ebb before he
started landward, and though he was
a powerful swimmer, the long pun
against the current had so tired him
that when he took to wading he
moved at a tortoise-like gait.
"The bloomln' loafer!" commented
Winthrope. He glanced quickly about,
and at sight of Miss Leslie's arching
brows, hastened to add: "Beg par-
don! He—ah—reminds me so much
of a navvy, you know."
Miss Leslie made no reply.
At last Blake was out of the water
and toiling up the muddy beach to the
Bpot where he had left his clothes.
While dressing he seemed to recover
from his exertions in the water, for
the moment he had finished he sprang
to his feet and came forward at a
As he approached, Winthrope
waved his fifth cigarette at him with
languid enthusiasm, and called out at
heartily as his dry lips would per-
mit: "I say, Blake, deuced glad the
sharks didn't get you!"
"Sharks?—bah! All you have to do
is to splash a little, and they haul off."
"How about the steamer, Mr.
Blake?" asked Miss Leslie, turning to
"All under but the maintopmast—
curse it!—wire rigging at that!
Couldn't even get a bolt."
"Not a -bolt; and here we are as
good as naked on this Infernal—Hey,
you! what you doing with that match?
Light your cigarette—light It!— Dam
Heedless of Blake's warning cry,
Winthrope had struck his last vesta,
and now, angry and bewildered, he
stood staring while the little taper
burned ltBelf out. With an oath, Blake
sprang to catch it as It dropped from
between Winthrope's fingers. But he
was too far away. It fell among the
damp rushes, spluttered, and flared
For a moment Blake knelt, staring
at the rushes as though stupefied;
then he sprang up before Winthrope,
his bronzed face purple with anger.
"Where's your matchbox? Got any
more?" he demanded.
"Last one, I fancy—yes; last one,
and there are still two cigarottes. But
look here, Blake, I can't tolerate your
talking so deucedly—"
"You idiot! you—you— Hell! and
every one for cigarettes!"
From a growl Blake's voice burst
into a roar of fury, and sprang upon
Winthrope like a wild beast. His
hands closed upon the Englishman's
throat, and he began to shake him
about, paying no heed to the blows
his victim showered upon his face and
body, blows which soon began to les-
sen In force.
Terror-stricken, Miss Leslie put her
hands over her eyes, and began to
scream—the piercing shriek that will
unnerve the strongest man. Blake
paused as though transfixed, and as the
half-suffocated Englishman struggled
in his grasp, he flung him on the
ground and turned to the screaming
"Stop that squawking!" he said. The
girl cowed down. "So; that's better.
Next time keep your mouth shut."
"Good! You've got a little spun*,
"You coward—to attack a man not
half your strength!"
"Steady, steady, young lady! I'm
warm enough yet; I've still half a
mind to wring his fool neck."
"But why should you be so angry?
What has he done, that you—"
"Why—why? Lord! what hasn't he
done? This coast fairly swarmB with
heasts. We've not the smell of a gun;
and now this idiot—this dough-head—
has gone and thrown away our only
chance—fire—and on his measly ciga-
rettes!" Blake choked with retur.*ng
Winthrope, still panting for breath,
b'nan to creep away, at the same time
unclasping a small penknife. He was
white with fear; but his gray eyes—
which on shipboard Blake had never
seen other than offensively Buperclll-
ous—now glinted in a manner that
served to alter the American's.mood.
"That'll do," he said. "Come here
and show me that knife."
"I'll show it you where it will do the
most good," muttered Winthrope, ris-
ing hastily to repel the expected at-
"So you've got a little sand, too,"
said Blake, almost good-naturedly.
"Say, that's not so bad. We'll call It
quits on the matches. Though how
you could go and throw them away—"
"Deuce take it, man! How should I
know? I've never before been in a
"Neither have I—this kind. But I
tell you, we've got to keep our think
tanks going. It's a gues3 if we see to-
morrow, and that's no joke. Now fio
you wonder I got hot?"
"Indeed, no! I've been an ass, and
here's my hand to it—if you really
mean it's quits."
"It's quits all right, long as you
don't run out of sand," responded
Blake, and he gripped the other's soft
hand until the Englishman winced.
"So; that's settled. I've got a hot
temper, but I don't hold grudges. Now,
where're your fish?"
"I—well, they were all spoiled."
"The sun had shriveled them."
"And you call that spoiled! We're
like to eat them rotten before we're
through with this picnic. How about
the pools ?"
"Pools? Do you know, Blake, I never
thought of the pools. I stopped to
watch you, and then we were so anx-
ious about you—"
Blake grunted and turned on his
heel to wade into the half-drained pool
in whose midst he had been deposited
by the hurricane.
Two or three small fish lay faintly
wriggling on the surface. As Blake
splashed through the water to seize
them his foot struck against a living
body which floundered violently and
flashed a brilliant, forked tail above the
muddy water. Blake sprang over the
flsh, which was entangled In the
•reeds, and with a kick flung it clear
out upon tho ground.
"A coryphene!" cried Winthrope,
and he ran forward to stare at the
gorgeously colored prize.
"Coryphene?" repeated Blake, fol-
lowing his example. "Good to eat?"
"Fine as salmon. This Is only a
small one, but—"
"Fifteen pounds if an ounce!" cried
Blake, and he thrust his hand in his
pocket. There was a moment's si-
lence, and Winthrope, glancing up, saw
the other st ring In blank dismay.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Lost my knife."
"When?—in the pool? If we felt
"No: aboard ship, or in the surf—"
"Here is my knife."
"Yes; almost big enough to whittle
a match! Mine would have done us
"It is the best steel."
"All right; let's see you cut up the
"But you know, Blake, I shouldn't
know how to go about it. I never did
such a thing."
"And you, Miss Jenny? Girls are
supposed to know about cooking."
"1 never cooked anything in all my
life, Mr. Blake, and it's alive—aad—
and I am very thirsty, Mr. Blake!"
"Lord!" commented Blake. "Give
me that knife."
Though the blade was so small, the
American's hand was strong. After
some little haggling, the coryphene
was killed and dressed. Blake washed
both it and his hands in the pool, and
began to cut slices of flesh from the
"We have no fire," Winthrope re-
minded him, flushing at the word.
"That's true," assented Blake, in a
cheerful tone, and he offered Win-
thrope two of the pieces of raw flesh.
"Here's your breakfast. The trimmed
piece is for Miss Leslie."
"But it's raw! Really, I could not
think of eating raw flsh. Could you,
Miss Leslie shuddered. "Oh, no! —
and I'm so thirtety I could not eat any-
"You bet you can!" replied Blake.
"Both of you take that fish and go to
chewing. It's the stuff to ease your
thirst while we look for water. Good
Lord!—in a week you'll be glad to eat
raw snake. Finnicky over clean flsh,
when you swallow canvas-back all but
raw, and beef running blood, and raw
oysters with their stomachs full of dis-
integrated animal matter, to put it
politely. You couldn't tell rattlesnake
broth from chicken, and dog makeB
first-rate veal—when you've got to eat
It. I've had it straight from them that
knows that over in France they eat
snails and fish-worms. It's all a mat-
ter of custom or the style."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
JUST WHAT HUNTINGTON SAID.
Clever Salesman "Got" Railroad King
in Book Purchase.
The late Henry Miller, who was
guide, philosopher and friend to many
booklovers within a thousand miles of
New York, was a most successful
salesman. One day he called on Col-
lis P. Huntington and showed him a
rare copy of .
"There are two volumes of this,"
said Mr. Miller. The other volume Is
in perfect order, as you see this one
Is. You cannot possibly let them es-
cape you, for you know you have noth-
ing like this In your library."
"What is the price?" asked the
"Seven hundred dollars," said the
"Those are too valuable volumes for
my library," Mr. Huntington ex-
Mr. Miller went back to his place,
and sent the books to Mr. Hunting-
ton's house with a bill for $700. Next
day the railroad king sent for him.
"Why did you send me those
books?" he demanded, sharply.
"Because you bought them," was the
"I certainly did not!" cried the mil-
"Oh, yes, you did," answered Mr.
Miller. "You'll remember perfectly
well when I tell you what you said.
You told me distinctly: 'Those are
two valuable volumes for my library.' "
Holmes is Dairy Inspector.
The state board .of agriculture has
appointed O. W. Holmes, a graduate
at the A. & M. College at Stillwater,
as state dairy inspector, with head-
quarters at Guthrie. Miss Joy Bell
Hancock was named to take charge
of the domestic science department at
the girls' industrial school at Chick-
Tho following teachers were se-
lected to fill out the faculty of the
state agricultural and mechanical col-
lege at Stillwater:
O. P. Little of Syracuse, N. Y., as-
sistant in electrical engineering; R.
S. Richards of Perdue university, as-
sistant lu mechanical engineering; N
M. Nider of Rolla, N. C., station chem-
ist; T. M. Jeffords of Elgin, in charge
of county institute works.
The following graduates of the A.
& M. college were elected teachers in
Charles Crawford, assistant In
chemistery; Ed. Gallagher, assistant
In physical culture and athletics;
Miss Ophelia Canton, assistant in do-
State Board of Affairs.
"It will be the uniform policy ol
this board to purchase of home mer
chants, manufacturers and producers
all supplies for the use of the state
wherever it is possible to do so with-
out sacrificing the interests of the
state." This ruling was adopted by
the state board of affairs.
The board has now cleared up all
old accounts inherited from othet
boards, and a meeting of all depart
ments, state officers, the governoi
and the attorney general will be held
at the governor's office to go over in a
general way the vast work transferred
to the board of affairs and straighten
out all kinks which may or have
threatened to arise.
Colonel Hoffman and Mr. Allen
leave for Tonkawa to visit the state
preparatory school there. Members
of the board will visit all the public
institutions and acquaint themselves
personally with the needs and re
First Broker—How's that mining
scheme of your coming on?
Second Broker—Splendid. Why, we
sold every share before we found the
in Dispensary System.
Governor C. N. Haskell Issued a
proclamation which virtually puts lo
cal option into the state dispensary
After reciting the closing of the
dispensaries on December 4, 1908,
when it was thought the populai
vote had been adverse to them, the
subsequent decision of the supremo
court that the law was still In force
and the failure of Ihe legislature to
take action, the governor announces
that each city and town of 2,000 is en-
titled to a dispensary, one In each
county where there is no city, "but
that no such agency will be establish-
ed and maintained, until upon the re-
ceipt of a petition in writing there-
for presented to me by a reasonable
proportion of the inhabitants of such
town or county, requesting the open-
ing and maintenance of such agency,
which petition may be presented at
the will of the people and will re-
ceive prompt consideration."
The governor also urses upon tho
local officials the enforcement of the
prohibitory law and says in explana-
"I am limited In my opportunities
for law enforcement to urging and
encouraging all such local officers in
the discharge of the full and con-
Statutes Will be Printed Anew.
Although it had decided at Its in-
formal meeting at Tulsa not to make
a contract with the Pipes-Reed com
pany of Kansas City for the printing
of 6,000 volumes of the statutes as
authorized by the last legislature, the
board of public affairs signed a con
tract with the company for the print-
ing of these volumes, the con3idera
tion being $32,500, and the Kansas
City company to waive all claims on
the statutes printed last* year, which
were found to be worthless. The
printing company claimed the fault
was in the submission of the copy and
was practically sustained in this coil
tention by the legislature.
The appropriation for the new sta
tutes was $36,000.
Not Exempt From Poll Tax.
Membership in the national guard
does not exempt a man from roau
work, according to Attorney General
Charles West, who is second in com-
mand of the Oklahoma national guard,
and ought to know. The ruling wa
made in an opinion to John 1
O'Toole of Mulhall.
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