Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-06

theology is fairly correct Kwaka's swal-
lowed it right enough, but If he hands it
along to a mullah he may find flaw, and
we shall have the whole brood of them
down about our ears in half no time"
However, the portent was sufficiently
startling Tor the moment. kwaka argued
that man who could make iron burn could
doubtless las he claimed) spoil the good
looks of a True Believer by some other of
his Internal arts, and therefore was a per-
son whom it would be healthy to let alone.
So he and his escort took themselves off
into the forest as unobtrusively as might
be.
But with Laura, Carter took another tone
Look here, my dear" he said, you sim
ply must run across to the Canaries till
things have simmered down again here.
don't want to alarm you. but it's quite on
the cards that internal old Mormon of a
king may take 1t into his woolly head TO
be dangerous. You've had one taste of his
quality already"
Two" said the girl and shuddered, and
he's sent my father presents and messages
since. But / can't go away from Smooth
river-at any rate, till my father comes
back He left me in charge. you see
(which l think very improper OF him. I
don't believe in girls being mixed up in
business matters-at any rate, in west
Africa-and | am sure X. ONell would
be frightfully down on it-what are you
laughing at? Laura, tell me one time
what you are staggering about in that
ridiculous way. Oh. | see. You think I
have never seen Mr.. X. and am talking
through my hat. Wei. my dear If you
had read fifty times over every letter that
X. has written to Malla-Nulla factory dur
ing the last eighteen months you would
know that man and his likes and his dis
likes, and his ambitions. and MS cranks
just about as accurately as | do. Any
way, | repeat, he'd hate to have you here
in charge"
Just remember that don't agree with
you one bit, Mr.. Carter
Very WELL Miss Slade, you can jolly
N
here l shall. and go to the islands you
must There's a Il. and A. boat due to
call at Monk river the day but one after
tomorrow. I'll send for our surf boat, and
Wen take you there in style. Won't you
have ripping time of it at Las Pal mas
and up in the Monte, | wonder what the
new hotels Ike up there? And. l say,
Laura. go down TO that farm at the bottom
of the Caldera. and l bet you a hat it
takes you half an hour longer than my
record time to get up again as far as Ata-
laya-hullo, what's The matter now?"
You making things rather hard for
me- I'd go away from this hateful coast
IL / could, but we simply can't afford IT,
and there you have the bare fact"
But l thought"
was a sort of local millionaire. Well, he
isn't. He did once have private means, but
that, l. think. was before was born, and
only the reputation OF them remains now.
He's made big commissions on the factorys
trading. l know. but he's invested badly,
and / think he's been robbed. Probably,
too, I've been extravagant
Rubbish"
well, anyway, the moneys gone, and
the brutal truth is / haven't a sovereign
in the world
Good Lord You ought not to have been
left here like that 1t was beastly careless
Of Slade.''
He never thought of it. And, II he had.
he couldn't have done anything. His equip
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