Judge — October 9, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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The girl shuddered. “How lonely!" she said ‘Lonely or not,” I said with a laugh (luckily T can speak with a laugh when I want to), “I must get to work.” I set myself to work to haul up and arrange our effects. With a few stones I made a rude table and seats. I took care to laugh and sing as much as possible while at my work. The close of the day found me still busy with my labors. “Miss Croyden,”” I said, “T must now arrange a place for you to sle« With the aid of four stakes driven deeply into B. Water aby S Poor (2) SaiTH WAS WRECKED ON A SAND-BAK OFF “IT must have fainted,” she said, with a little shiver. “1 am cold. Oh, if we could only have a fire “Twill do my best to make one, Miss Croyden,” 1 replied, speaking as gymnastically as I could, “I will see what I can do with two dry sticks.” “With dry sticks with that? How wonderful you are “TL have often seen it done,” I replied thoughtfully, “* when I was hunting the humpo, or horned buffalo, in the Himalayas, it was our usual method.” “Have you really hunted the humpo?” large with interest. “LT have indeed,” I said, “but you must rest; later on I will tell you about it.” “I wish you could tell me now,” she said with a little moan. Meantime I had managed to select from the driftwood on the beach two sticks that seemed absolutely dry. Placing them care- fully together, in Indian fashion, I then struck a match and found no difficulty in setting them on fire. In a few moments the girl was warming herself beside a generous fire. Together we breakfasted upon the beach beside the fire discussing our plans like comrades. Our meal over, I rose. “IT will leave you here “while I explore.” With no great difficulty I made my way through the scrub and climbed the eminence of tumbled rocks that shut in the view. On my return Miss Croyden was still seated by the fire, her head in her hands. * queried the girl. “Can you light a fire she asked, her eves a little.” I THE COAST OF FLORIDA the ground and with blankets strung upon them, I managed to fashion a sort of rude tent, roofless, but otherwise quite sheltered. “Miss Croyden,” I said when all was done, “go in there.” Then, with little straps which I had fastened to the blankets I buckled her in reverently. “Good night, Miss Croyden,”” I said. “But you,” she exclaimed, “where will you sleep?” “Oh, 1?” T answered speaking as exuberantly as I could, “1 shall do very well on the ground. But be sure to call me at the slightest sound.”” Then I went out and lay down ina patch of cactus plants. I need not dwell in detail upon the busy and arduous days that an “Miss Croyden,” I said, “we are on island.” “Is it inhabited?” she asked. ‘Once, perhaps, but not now. It is one of the many keys of the West Indies. Here, in old buceaneering days, the pirates landed nd careened their ships.” How did they do that?” she asked fascinated. “Tam not sure.” I answered. “1 think with whitewash. At any rate they gave — 2/%t* by Ganosen 0, Rew “Sin, THe them a good careening. But since then these MONTHS, solitudes are only the home of the sea-gull, the sea-rrew, and the albatross.”” HOUSE. “ Ax’ WHERE'D WE BE? ‘THe DWELLIN’S AIN'T MADE JONESES WANT TO KNOW IF THEY CAN HAVE A YEAR, INSTEAD OF SIX TO PAY FOR THAT HOUSE WE SOLD THEAt.” We CONTRACT WITH OUR ARCHITECTS FOR A SIX-MONTHS’ TO STAND UP FOR YEAK PAYMENTS. comicbooks.com