The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-04-20

years: it healed inconsistencies and
spread the calm of absolute courage
through him, for sometimes there's
much more sympathy in laughter than
in tears Il fancy you mean that I'm
gobbling you up" she said.
Swallow me whole he answered
with a boys ardor, and their foolish
hands gripDed each other, and they
looked long az one another as lovers
will. "Sybil," he said, in his deep
Scotch voice, true love is as rare as
true beauty, and both are Gods truth.
But who's to go fetch Fedder?" he
added presently.
Naked, bronze savages were carrying
her luggage over the veranda, and a
detached being, also bronze, stood at
gaze with a valise well balanced upon
his shapely head.
Il brought ring" Sybil confessed
with a shamed face, "but somehow
looked to you for the clergyman. |
should like awfully to be married to-
day, l should like it lots better than
hanging about with nun or a sick
nurse until Mr.. Fodder packs up his
beetles and comes over to marry us at
his convenience"
That's the rub" Calvin said
thoughtfully. you're the only white
woman in Madgeldar. I've been here
six and twenty months and | never
saw but one other"
They sat staring at one another eye
to eye and without laughter. "At least
there's no one to say catty things"
she said, with scared eyes and falter-
ing voice, while a cheap clock licked
emphatically and the bare feet of saw
ages slapped to and fro in the excite
ment of shifting luggage. An over
grown chicken was chased from the
veranda, making strange noises of pro-
test in its great haste and the increas
ing heat. 1t was then that Sybil spoke
at length.
MY dear" she began in a voice
which betrayed increasing agitation,
don't let's wait for Mr.. Feeder to
come to US: let's go to him, will you?"
Its the only thing to do he an
swered slowly; cts perfectly safe you
know, for we don't even tap the Null
labs country-yes, that same Mad
Mullah of the morning papers at
home"
at will be less of fag than getting
married with bridesmaids, and licen-
ses. and things" she cried excited.
I'm this letter." Calvin continued
thoughtfully, Feeder distinctly says
that he'll be at this date in the NJ
gambo of Bandi with his specimens of
bats and moths and chronological
what-not. Bandi isn't so far off, Sybil;
with luck and willing nags we'll get
there-h 'm-about midnight. Can you
rider"
NO" she said fearlessly. hitherto,
I've never had the chance"
".
Calvin. MD. possessed the first re-
uuisite of a useful medical man, he
could bluff beyond the dreams of poker
players; and when he heard that Sybil
had never ridden, he behaved as if that
knowledge were a great relief to his
mind.
"Baltuk." he called. go thou to Iph-
rain bin Saif, say TO him we have need
of three camels and much water, also
the food of France in tins, but no salt
pig. for we journey fast in desert
places and ham makes thirst"
It cost Calvin a pang TO renounce
his Somali pony, Soda Mint" who was
small and white, and in Madgeidar's
sedentary routine avowedlv good for
the digestion; but he still smiled hap
PLY at Sybil. "Camels." he told her,
smell shocking and are rather slow.
but they aren't thirsty and they know
the way to Bandi. and somehow sand
doesn't tire them; therefore | choose
camels.''
Then they sat together on the YER
anda while the noon hours passed in
scathing glare. from whose pulsing
agony of light a rough voice summoned
the faithful to their prayers. The wind
grew brisker. moving like busy pres
ence in the drying heat and tyrannous