Wheatland Weekly Watchword (Wheatland, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 10, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 24, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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Tin story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
Leslie, an American heiress, Lord Win-
thrive, 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
* hero as preserver of the helpless pair.
TheBngUahman was suing for the hand
of Idas Leslie.
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
"Oh, but Mr. Blake, I am aure it
must be a mistake; I am sure that if
It is explained to papa—”
"Yea; well cable papa to-night
Meantime, we’ve something else to do.
Suppose yon two get a hustle on your-
selves, and scrape up something to
eat I'm going out to see what’s left
of that blamed old tub.”
"8urely you’ll not venture to swim
out ao far!" protested Wlnthrope. “I
saw the steamer sink as we cast off.”
"Looks like a mast sticking up out
there. Maybe some of the rigging Is
loose."
"But the sharks! These waters
swarm 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 lovely water-lilies."
"Please, Mr. Blake, do not be ao
cruel!" sobbed Miss Leslie, her tears
starting afresh. “The sun makes my
head ache dreadfully, and I have no
hat or shade, and I’m becoming so
thirsty!”
"And you think you’ve only to wait,
and half a dozen stewards will come
running-with parasols and ice water.
Neither you nor Wlnthrope seem to
’ve got your eyes open. Just suppose
you get -busy and do something. Wln-
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, I
guess you can pick up some reeds and
rig a headgear out of this handker-
chief— Wait a moment. Put on my
coat, if you don’t want to be broiled
alive through the holes of that peek-a-
boo."
"But I say, Blake—" began Wln-
thrope.
"Don’t, say—do!" rejoined Blake;
and he started down the muddy, shore.
Though the tide was at flood, there
waa now ao 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
'surf, and he paused only a few mo-
ments to peer out across the low
swells before he commenced to strip.
Wlnthrope and Miss Leslie had been
watching his movements; now the
girl rose in a little flurry of haste,
and set to gathering reeds. Wlnthrope
would have spoken, but, seeing her
embarrassment, smiled to himself, and
began strolling about in search of fish.
It was no difficult starch. The
marshy ground was strewn with dead
sea-creatures, many of which were al-
ready shriveling and drying in the
sun. Some of the fish had a familiar
look, and Wlnthrope 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
warping it
He found himself near the beach,
and stood for halt an hour or more
watching the black dot far out in the
water—ail that was to be seen of
Blake. The American, after wading
off-shore another quarter of a mile,
bad reached swimming depth, and was
beading out among the reefs with
steady, vigorous strokes. Half a mile
or so beyond him Wlnthrope could
now make out the goal for which he
was stmlng—the one remaining top-
mast of the steamer.
"By Jove, these waters are full of
sharks!” murmured Wlnthrope, star-
ing. at the steadily receding dot until
it disappeared behind the wall of surf
which spumed up over one of the outer
reefs.
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
Two or Three 8malf Pish Lay Faintly Wriggling on the Surface.
to three or four reeds in the form of a
mtle sunshade. Her shoulders were
protected by Blake’s coat. It made a
heavy wrap, but it shut out the blis-
tering sun rays, which, as Blake had
foreseen, had quickly begun to burn
the girl’s delicate skin through her
open-work bodice.
Thus protected, she was fairly safe
from the sun. But the sun was by no
means the worst feature of the situa-
tion. While Wlnthrope was yet several
yards distant, the girl began to com-
plain to him. “I’m so thirsty, Mr.
Wlnthrope! Where is there any wa-
ter? Please get me a drink at once.
Mr. Wlnthrope!”
“But. my dear Miss Leslie, there is
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 nod 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 ail he wants. I
shall not touch the beastly things."
"Then I suppose there is nothing to
do but wait for him.”
“Yes, it the sharks do not get him."
Miss Leslie uttered a little moan,
and Wlnthrope, seeing that she 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, yon know.”
“But if he should be—it anything
should happen to him!"
Wlnthrope shrugged his shoulders,
and drew out his silver cigarette case.
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-
jections—”
The girl nodded as a matter of form,
and Wlnthrope hastened to light the
cigarette already in his fingers. The
smoke 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 ship-
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 failed
to quench her thirst, she was agree-
ably surprised to And that the little
flat bar of metal eased her craving to
a marked degree.
Wlnthrope now thought to rig a
shade as Miss Leslie had done, out of
reeds and his handkerchief, for the
bun 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.
CHAPTER III.
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 be was
a powerful swimmer, tbe long pull
against tbe current bad so tired bim
that when he took to wading he
moved at a tortoise-like gait.
"The bloomin’ loafer!” commented
Wlnthrope. He glanced quickly about,
and at aight of Miss Leslie's arching
brows, hastened to add: “Beg par-
don! He—dh—reminds me so much
of a atm. vou know."
Mias Leslie made no reply.
At last Blake was out of the water
and toiling up the muddy beach to the
spot where he had left his clothes.
While dressing he seemed to recover
from his exertions in the water, for
the moment he had finished be sprang
to his feet and came forward at a
brisk pace.
As he approached, Wlnthrope
waved his fifth cigarette at him with
languid enthusiasm, and called out as
heartily as his dry lips would per-
mit: "I say, Blake, deuced glad the
sharks didn’t get you!”
“Sharks?—bah! Alt you have to do
is to splash a little, and they haul off.”
“How about tbe steamer, Mr.
Blake?” asked Miss Leslie, turning to
face him.
“All under but the maintopmast—
curse it!—wire rigging at that!
Couldn’t even get a bolt.”
“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-
nation!”
Heedless of Blake’s warning cry,
Wlnthrope had struck his last vesta,
and now, angry and bewildered, he
stood staring while the little taper
burned itself out. With an oath, Blake
sprang to catch it as it dropped from
between Wlnthrope's fingers. But he
was too far away. It fell among tbe
damp rushes, spluttered, and flared
out.
For a moment Blake knelt, staring
at the rushes as though stupefied;
then he sprang up before Wlnthrope,
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 cigarettes. 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
Wlnthrope 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
girl.
"Stop that squawking!” he said. The
girl cowed down. "So; that's better.
Next time keep your mouth shut'.”
“You—you brute!”
“Good! You’ve got a little spun*.
ehr
“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 bis fool neck.”
”Butajrhy should you be so angry?
What lulh he done, that you—”
"Why—why? Lord! what hasn’t he
done? This coast fairly ssrarms with
beasts. We’ve not the smell of a gun:
and now this idiot—this dough-hmd—
has gone and thrown away our only
chance—fire—and on his measly du-
re t tea!" Blake choked with returning
rage.
Wlnthrope, still panting for breath,
began 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 supercili-
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 Wlnthrope, ris-
ing hastily to repel the expected at-
tack.
"So yon’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 shoald 1
know? I’ve never before been In a
wreck."
"Neither have I—this kind. But 1
tell you, we’ve got to keep our think
tanks going. It’s a guess if we see to-
morrow, and that’s no Joke. Now do
yon 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 be 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."
"Spoiled?”
"The sun bad 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 bad been deposited
by the hurricane.
Two or three email fish lay faintly
wriggling on the surface. As Blake
splashed through the water to seize
them hie foot struck against a living
body which floundered violently and
flashed a brilliant forked tail above the
muddy water. Blake sprang over the
fish, which was entangled in the
reeds, and with a kick flung »it clear
out upon the ground.
“A coryphene!” cried Wlnthrope,
and he rah 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 bis hand in his
pocket. There was a moment’s si-
lence, and Wlnthrope, glancing up, saw
the other staring in blank dismay.
“What’s up?" be asked.
"Lost my knife.”
"When?—in tbe pool? It we felt
about—’’
“No; aboard ship, or in the surf—"
“Here is my knife.”
“Yes; almost big enough to whittle
a match! Mine would have done us
some good.”
“It is the best steel.”
“All right; let’s see you cut up the
fish.”
"But you know, Blake, I shouldn’t
know how to go about it. I never did
such a tiling.”
"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—and—
and I am very thirsty. Mr. Blake!”
“Lord!” commented Hlafcc. “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 hit hands in the pool, and
began to cut slices of flesh from the
fish's tail.
We have no lire," Wlnthrope re-
minded him, flushing at the word.
“That’s true,” assented Bloke, in a
cheerful tone, and he offered Wln-
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 fish. Could you.
Miss Leslie.?”
Miss Leslie shuddered. "Oh, no!—
and I’m so thirsty I could not eat any-
thing."
"You bet you can!” replied Blake,
“noth 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. Flnnicky over clean fish,
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 makes
first-rate veal—when you’va got to eat
it. I’ve bad It straight from them that
kaows that over in France they eat
snails and Ash-worms. It's all a mat-
ter of custom or the style."
<ro ■■ cojrrawKUj
on is sELF-immED
8BMDF3R TtlY UK
HSAR8 CRY OF NEW-BORN GIRL
AND GOES ON DUTY ON
FORCH OF HOU8E.
Hammond, Ind.—A big Newfound-
land dog named Major, and owned by
Dick Kllborn heard the helpless cry
of a new-born baby girl In tbe resi-
dence of Mr. and Mrs. August Hllde-
brant of Crownpoint. Major was pas»
Ing the house at the time and at the
sound of the baby’s cry he stopped.
The weakness of tbe little Infant's cry
seemed to make an irresistible appeal
to the big. lumbering dog. He seemed
The Dog
Followed It
Street.
Down the
Williams (shaking his fountaini
pan)—You have ao idea how easily
these pens run!
His Neighbor (applying a blotter ta
his trousers)—Oh, 1 have aa inkling.
Spoken from Experience.
It was the grammai eless and the
teacher had asked for words ending
with “ous.” “Can any one,” she said*
“give me a word like ‘dangerous,:
meaning full of danger, ’hazardous’
full of luuard?"
There was silence for a moment.
Then a boy In the back row ptit up
his hand.
“Well, Bobby, what is your word?”
“Please, Miss,” came the reply,
'pious, full of pic*,”
New England English.
Complaint waa made to a local man
by one of his employes that boys who
were swimming In a pond were caus-
ing quite a nuisance. The owner of
the property gave the man the privi-
lege of putting up a sign, as he had
asked permission to do it. The no-
tice reads as follows:
“No Loffing or Swlmmlg on Theas
Growns—Order by-. If Catched
Lew Will be Forced."—Berkshire
Courier.
The Lost Ring.
Woman lived in Raekinsack, had a
ringworm on her back,
Said she wouldn’t care a snatch, but
waa where ahe couldn’t acratoh.
Therefore she could not endure, had
to have aid quick and aure.
One box of Hunt's Cura, price 80c, did
the work. It always does. It’s guar-
anteed. _
The advantage of living does not
consist In length of days, but in the
right improvement of them.—Mont-,
signs.
to think, if a dog can think, that ha
was needed to aid in protecting the
little one, whose cries were so dis-
, tresaing.
With a seeming determination to be-
come the baby’s protector, the dog
took up a place on the front porch of
tbe HUdebrant house. August Hilde-
brant camo home to dinner and no-
ticed the pretence of the stranger. He
made an effort to coax tho dog away,
but the dog did not move. Mr. HUde-
brant thought the dog would tire of
his vigil and went into tbe house.
When he came out he was surprised
to find him still on tbe front porch.
He remained there all night long, and
the next day Mr. HUdebrant made ah
effort to drive him away. The dog
was obstinate, however, and refused
to move. Finally, out of pity, Mr.
Hildebrant gave him bis dinner.
Day after day the dog made Mr.
Hlldebrant's front porch bis resting
place. When the dog heard tbe baby’s
cry ho pricked up his ears and wagged
his tail. The first time the baby was
taken out of tbe house the dog fol-
lowed it down tbe street. AU efforts
of Dick Kllborn to induce him to re-
turn home were unavailing.
The dog’s strange attachment for
the baby became the talk of Crown
Point. Hundreds of people walked
around in Main street to see Dick
Kllborn's Newfoundland dog on guard
at the Hildebrant house. People even
heard of the strange case in the' sur-
rounding towns of Hammond, Gary
and Lowell, and whoever went to
Crownpoint made it a point to go
around and see the dog which bad
taken on himself the protection of a
little one in a time of its greatest
weakness.
Never in the history of Lake county
has a dog attained such notoriety nor
has a dumb animal come to be so gen-
erally loved, not only because or his
immense proportions, but because of
his love for tbe little baby girl.
Imitations are all bought by careless
folk. Yet one glanoe shows yon the
•pear of real Wrigley’s Spearmint -
A man may live Justly by avoiding
what he blames in others.—Montaigne.
IV YOU USB BALL BLUB,
Get Red Cross Ball Blue, the best Ball
Blua. Large 2 os. package only 5 cents.
Life has one great purpose, the
growth of character.—Wesley.
“SKEETERS” OBSCURE SUN.
Millions of Peats Put Workmen to
Flight in a Now Jorooy
City.
Millville. N. .1.—Mosquitoes are so
numerous here that business practical-
ly has been suspended. They invaded
one of the largest glass factories,
where 200 men were at work blowing
glass, and drove the men out. Freight
brakemen on the Maurice river rail-
road also were put to flight by the
voracious insects, which flew by mil-
lions from the adjoining swamps.
There were times when the pests
were so thick in this town that tho
sun was obscured. "Smudges” or
smoke fires are going in all sections.
Horses and cows have been corralled
In the barnyards, and “smudges” are
kept burning on the windward side
of the iuclosures so the smoke will
prevent the insects eating the ani-
mals alive.
The locai supply of netting has
been exhausted, and hurry orders for
more have been sent. Not in years
have tbe mosquitoes been so numer-
ous or so bloodthirsty. For two hours
after the swarm invaded the glass
factory the 200 men tried to tight it
off. Finally the mosquitoes became
so thick the tortured men could not
see the melting pots or the glass at
the end of the blowpipes, it also was
discovered that much of the glass
blown was so full of the insects that
It was unmarketable. The chief trou-
ble however, was the torture to which
the men were subiected, as they were
only partly clad.
There’s • marked distinc*
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Oookmtt Oopged
Bmmf and even *the best
that’s sold in bulk.
Evenly and mildly cured
and scientifically cooked in
lAfe/s Brmmt Wkkm
Khohom, all the natural
flavor of the fresh, prime
beef is retained. It is pure
wholesome, delicious * and
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Saves work and worry in
summer.
Other Libby “Healthful”
Meal-Time-Hints, all ready
to serve, are:
uef
nmtmi
“Purity goes hand in hand
with Products of the Libby
brend”.
Write for free Booklet,—
“How to make Good
Things to Eat”.
Insist o n
Ubby'm at
your grocers.
Libby, McNeill
A Libby
Oklmmm*
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You cannot afford to experiment with
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