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ROSEMARY ALLEN DOES A SMALL SUM IN ADDITION.
Miss Rosemary Allen, having wielded a wet gunny sack until her eyes were red and smarting and her lungs choked with cinders and her arms so tired she could scarcely lift them, was permitted by fate to be almost the first person who discovered that her quarter of the four-room shack built upon the four contiguous corners of four claims, was afire in the very middle of its roof.

Miss Rosemary Allen stood still and watched it burn, and was a trifle surprised because she felt so little regret.
Other shacks had caught fire and burned hotly, and she had wept with sympathy for the owners.

But she did not weep when her own shack began to crackle and show yellow, licking tongues of flame.

Those three old cats--I am using her own term, which was spiteful--would probably give up now, and go back where they belonged.