Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-08

once more. the lantern coolies ahead. Miss
Naves between the two horsewomsn.
Rama and David marching as rear guard.
The stalwart proprietor OF Batu Blah
rode alongside. in high spirits.
my word. we frightened the accordeon
fellow!' he proclaimed. What do you
suppose. Kate! That man in the tent was
old Shypoo Anderson. no less! Used 70
hang round Cossack In the S0s-my
bachelor days. Hardest case on the
beach: always beast-o. he was, uncom-
monty beast-o. even for Cossack What?
Just now? No. he gave us no trouble. I
knew him too we'll. Badly wanted In too
many towns Old Shypoo Anderson"
The big planter laughed. like q man
sharply reminded Of other days-of the
rough days when he was younger. lighter
In the saddle. handler with ropes and
oars. While the company climbed. horse
and foot. he beguiled their way with tales
and memories: for this bulky married
tropic islands. and still carried in his
head queer ports and forsaken harbors.
as citizen carries the names Of familiar
streets.
'Shypoo Anderson! How much q man
forgets!' he lamented. And Tin Ribs.
and Dongarra and the smell OF Peed's
store!' His talk, now fairly turned
loose, went ranging among old times and
odd places-east and west from the NAL
dives to Christmas. north and south from
&sAoSqu0ii c " Va Aho
Lu-Chus. A chance word from David
brought him quickly back to the rear.
philippines. did you say. Mr.. Bowman
Why. then you must know
Thus. chatting steadily. he marshalsd
them past the tall split rock which gave
its name to his plantation. and up q car
rage road winding under dark ci1chonas.
A stone bungalow, whftewashed, and
lighted by small veranda lamps. glim-
mered before them like a frosted birth
DIV ko nj T1nrir outlines Tho n
swung round the back nets Of q tennis
court. rode through a dense and spacious
flower garden and halted at the verAnda.
"Justus, dear" called Mrs. Hemmoo.
ldismounting, and cutting her husband
short in his liveliest narrative. will you
have the boys make all ready In the
bachelors wing? Mary. I'll show the
maid your quarters. Come, Justus. coma:
you dreadful old gossip!"
The planter laughed. broke of his deep
voiced Odyssey of the archipelagoes and
meekly went about the errands Of his
Penelope.
Miss Arnot. David and the prince. thus
left to themselves in the veranda, had
round q table. where they might talk by
lamplight. The mountain air, instead OF
growing cool, had turned oppressive and
sultry: and far down before their view.
where night obliterated the plains. heat
lightning ran In tremors and revealed
white edges Of cloud.
The sultan would not sit until he had
bowed formally and spoken.
Madam" His pale brown face wore
an unwonted brightness, and under their
curved. thick lids. his great eyes twin
killed. with q new vivacity. q kind OF elfin
mischief. Madam, there are persons
who would not fling q bone to Katmir.
the dog of the Seven Sleepers. And there
are fools VINO give without thinking. But
to think and grant quickly-to think and
give rightly while a horse can flick his
ear-that is the trade of princes"
Miss Arnot looked a good deal pushed.
II don't quite follow"
IT mean," said the sultan-and he Hired
the packet by its gold chain-"you never
asked me why. You thought and said.
Keep it. You honored a stranger. and
suddenly-that is double honor"
She laughed and put the compliment
aside. motioning toward his chair.
"A mans face often speaks for him.
Tuan Rama"
'It may be-" He sat down beside Da-
vid, and for a time. smiling and meditat-
ing, looked out across the vague epaul
ment Of garden flowers to where the heat
lightning fiuttered the clouds above the
plains. ut may be. Yet there's some
thing more. And what? 1t is hard to say
hard. See, 1t is thus. butterfly hawk
very tiny-fies very quick from one tree
to another tree. What man will take a
pen and draw you the line that bird has
drawn2 Or what strong man will break
that line7 The bird spun It OF air. 1t is
q thing done forever. An act. Stronger
than iron. but not seen at all 30 be-
tween souls
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