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Show THE CITIZEN Thomas Maples gave a vocal solo and Miss Hettie Nielsson rendered several piano solos. Hostesses for the after noon were Mrs. O. R. Dibblee, Mrs. Lydia Alder, Mrs. H. Atkins, Mrs. Nel- lie M. Ball and Mrs. E. S. Barnett. glanced over his shoulder, as If to make sure that everything was all and then glanced right with the' world, again, drawing closer. Then he called out and the woman moved, lie could see her face now, white, and thin and drawn, and great eyes, terrible eyes, fixed on him. Away out at sea, terribly near the coast of Death she saw him, a living being, as the castaway sees a ship on the far horizon. He saw her hold out her arms to him and then, throwing, his bundle aside, lie was down on his knees beside her. holding the hands that sought his and with those terrible eyes holding him, too. He saw her lips moving, saw that they were dry and parched. Then he knew. She wanted water. An empty baling tin was lying, near her. The sight-- of the river close by was in his mind; he released the hands, picked up the tin and scrambled out of the cave. As he ran . to the river heedless of Bea elephants or else he kept crying out: Oh, anything woman. the poor Oh, the poor woman." He seemed like a huge thing demented. The baby sea elephants scuttered out of his way and as he came running back he spilt half the contents of the tin. Then he was down beside her again, dipping his finger in the water and moistening her lips. She sucked his finger as a baby sucks, and the feel of that made him curse with the tears running down into his beard. The size of the baling tin seemed horrible beyond words; he couldnt get it to her lips. Still he went on, not knowing that it was his finger that was giving her back life; the blessed touch of a human being that had come almost too late. and Mrs. Frederick U. accompanied by their three children, are at home for a few weeks at the Cullen home on Fifth South street, having recently come in from the Cottonwoods, where they have spent the summer and autumn. Mrs. Leonard and the children will leave the latter part of the month for southern California, where they will spend the winter. MR. A and Mrs. Sidney B. Lockhart (Miss uucile Reed) of San Francisco, are visiting Mrs. Lockharts par-ents, Mr. and Mrs. George Reed, and Mr. Lockharts parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. B. Lockhart, for a stay of several weeks. ! day at the university it was an- nounced that the organization has been admitted to membership in the National Federation of college women. The club celebrated its tenth anniversary in the meeting Saturday. and Mrs. George D. Pyper fifty guests Monday evening at a theatre party for the initial' performance of John Ferguson at the Salt Lake theatre. MR. N. MRS. few. M. Hamilton is spending weeks in New York City z and at other eastern points. Mrs. Charles W. Whiteley and little daughter have left for New York to spend several weeks. Mr. and Mr.s A. K. Morgan of Chicago are guests of Mr. and Mrs. Fred A. Hale. Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Janney has returned from their wedding trip to New York and are at home in Garfield. Mrs. Janney was formerly Miss Margaret Collins. P . I-- meeting of the women AT ofthethelastUniversity of Utah Satur- Mrs. Abner Luman has gone to Omaha, to visit her daughter, Mrs. Charles Louis Meyer, for a few weeks. Mrs. Kenneth Luman and baby two a have from returned daughter months visit to the coast, and are at home at the Hotel Utah. - Baron of Brigham City is the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Frank, for: a few days. Mrs. D. B. NEW BOOKS (Continued from Page 9.) Touche to seek out Bompard, who has disappeared, but. he becomes instantly rebellious and menacing. THE TWO BAREBACK RIDERS IN CHARLES DILLINGHAMS STUPENDOUS PRODUCTION OF " CHIN CHIN" COMING TO THE SALT LAKE THEATRE NOVEMBER 24TH AND 25TH. she heard the strike of flint on steel. La Touche was lighting his pipe. She waited ten minutes or more, then she came to the cave mouth. Are you not coming to look for Bompard? asked she. Til go when I choose, said he, "I dont want orders. I gave you no orders, she replied, I asked you, are you not coming dif-to look for Bompard, who may be in ficulties, or lying perhaps with a broken limb and you sit there smoking your pipe. But I give you orders now; get up and come and help to look for him. Get up at once. He sprang to his feet and came right out. It seemed to her that she had never seen him before. This was the real La Touche. he One word more from you, show you whos masshouted, and Til tor me, would you! A ter. You! Talk woman more trouble than youre worth. Off with you, get down the beach clear! He took a step forward with his ready to strike, right fist Then he drew back. She had whipped the knife from its sheath. The boat hook, which she had with her, was propped brought back behind her and out of cliff the against his reach; he had nor weapon. She did not add a word to the threat of the knife. He stood like a fool, unyet able to sustain her gaze, venomous,mans held, as a snake is held by a grip. Now, she said, get on. Go search to for your companion and if you dare I will that me like to again speak I make you repent it. You thought was weak, being a woman and alone. You were going to strike. Coward! Get on, go and search for your companion. He turned suddenly and walked off towards the Lizard rocks. Ill go where I choose, said he. It was a lame and impotent end of his rebellion, but she held no delusions. This was only the beginning if Bompard did not return. open-hande- d. . Gleo knows that she is now at death grips with La Touche and that the matter must be finally settled in one way or another. When she retires to her own cave for the night it is in expectation of an attack, and she lies awake with her knife in her hand in order to meet it: And she lay, listening, through the black darkness and the singing of the sea came a faint sound as of someItself along the sand thing dragging at the cave entrance. She clutched the knife and sat up. A waft of wind with it a tang of stale tobacco brought clothes. It was La and rain-wTouche. She drew up her feet and sat crouched against the sailcloth. the in her lap, knife half-hel- d nerveless, her mind paralzcd with the knowledge that now', Immediately, she et her-Ange- Bompard that morning had icft his tinder-bo- x behind him in the cave, and 15 rs would have to fight, that the Beast was all but upon her. She knew. She could hear him breathing now and the faint sound of his hands feeling gently over the floor of the cave. He was searching for her, the fume of him filled the place, he was almost in touch with her, yet still she sat helpless as a little child, paralyzed in the blackness, as a bird before a crawling cat. Yet her right hand as though endowed with a volition of its own was tightening its grasp upon the hilt of the knife. She had no longer any reasoning power. Reasoning power and energy seemed now in the possession of the knife. Then something touched her left boot and at the touch her hand struck out inter the darkness, blindly and furiously, driving the knife home to the hilt in something that fell with a choking sound across her feet. She forced her feet from the thing that had suddenly fallen on them, rose, sprang across it, and passed through the cave entrance with the surety of a person moving in broad daylight. Then the pouring rain on her face brought her to her full senses and recognition of what had happened. The knife was still in her hand and her hand was sticky and damp. She said to herself: That is his blood. The thought that perhaps she had killed him did not occur to her. The fear of him was still so intense that it made him alive, alive somewhere in the surrounding darkness, and waiting to seize her. Then she began to steal off towards the sound of the sea. Twice as she went she stopped and turned, ready to strike again, then when the water was washing round her feet she came up the beach a few paces and crouched down. The sea was. at her back and the haunting dread of being followed The real hero of the story does not arrive on the scene until the story is half told. Raft was a sailor on the Albatross, the ship that had caused all the trouble. He and two cpmpan-ion- s had also succeeded in reaching Kerguelen. . His comrades had been accidentally killed, and now he finds Cleo in her cave slowly dying from a terror and despair that have made her insensible to hunger and indifferent to life. It is the sight of a beef tin that attracts his notice: lie struck up towards it. took it in his. hand, examined it inside and out, and then cast his eye. at the cave before which it had lain. lie saw something In the cave; it was a woman; a woman lying under the sand with a rolled-u- p blanket under her head. She was lying on her back .and. he saw a. thin white hand, so small, so thin, so strange that he drew slightly back, Raft is of the roughest type of sailor. He can neither read nor write. None the less he is a fine gentleman, delicate, chivalrous, and of an unconquerable courage. He nurses Cleo back to life, and then they undertake the terrible journey to the other side of the island, .where Raft believes they may find a whaler. His hopes are justified, but it is a Chinese ship and its captain refuses aid. Then Raft arms himself with a harpoon, and returns to plead with the heartless Oriental: He approached Chang, who turned on him again with the anger of a busy man importuned by a beggar. The most thing to the girl was the way in which, after the first off of Raft, the great Chinadriving man and his crew had gone on with their work as though they were alone on the beach. Pity and humanity seemed as remote from that crowd as from the carcases they were handling. Active hostility would have been less horrible, somehow, than this absolute indifference to the condition of others. wait for Raft to Chang did not he time: this began the speakspeak, ing, or, rather, the souting, toadvancing retreat. on the other who began with Chang, as if wishing to have done this matter for good, followed him up and at every step the devil in him seemed to rise higher whilst his voice filled the beach. What a voice that was! the of the running coolie chanting as he runs seemed mixed with it, till, his anger breaking bounds, he let fly with the strap in his hand, across the shoulder catching the other of the arm that held the harpoon. Then Raft killed him. The girl who1 saw the killing was less appalled for the moment by the deed than the doer of it. The blow of the harpoon that sent Changs brains flying like the contents of a smashed custard apple was like a flash of lightning, it was the thunder that terrified. - heart-sickeni- ng Ilalf-sing-In- g, half-boomin- whant-whong-goom-alo- g, ng Roaring like a sea- bull, he sprang from the body of Chang towards the - crowd, who faced him for a moment with their flensing knives like a herd of jackals. The girl, who had sprung to her feet, plucked the knife from her belt and came running, terror gone and a wind seeming to carry her over the shingle; zoned in steel blue light she saw the harpoon flying from right to left destroying everything in its way, knives flying into the air as if tossed by jugglers, a yellow greasy back into which she struck with her knife, a yellow Chinese fslce falling backwards with eyes wide on her, as if the Chinese soul of the creature she had slabbed to the heart were trying to cling to her. Then she was sitting on the shingle very ill and ltaft was coming back. to her, running. |