The Mena weekly star., 1912-01-11

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 lured on by promises of peace on earth and all the rest of it, when sud denly you begin to call me names"
 Hardly that. l am sure"
 Well. you said l was horrible, or that l had horrible way about me, which is the same thing. I wish my bungalow were up. I'd move tomor- row"
 But her twitching lips belied her words. and the next moment the man was more uncomfortable than ever. being made so by her laughter
 II was only teasing you. Honest Injun. And if you don't laugh I'll suspect you of being in a temper with me. That's right, laugh. But don't'-- she added in alarm. don't. if it hurts you. You look as though you had a toothache. There, there; don't say t. You know you promised not to quar- rel. while have the privilege of go- ing on being as hateful as l please. And to begin with. there's the islib- berty Gibbet. l didn't know she was so large cutter. But she's in dis graceful condition"
 Her shippers bad with fever" Sheldon explained And he had to drop his mate of to take hold of things at Ugi-that's where lost Os- car, my trader. And you know what sort of sailors the niggers are.'
 She nodded her head judicially and he asked for second helping of timed beef, not because he was hun gry, but because he wanted to watch her slim, firm fingers. They were brown with tan and looked exceeding ly boyish. Then, and without effort, the concept came to him. Yes. that was it. He had stumbled upon the clew to her tantalizing personality. The fingers, sunburned and boyish. told the story. He had tried to treat with her as woman when she was not woman. She was a mere girl. and boyish girl at that, with sun- burned fingers that delighted in doing what boys fingers did, with a body and muscles that liked swimming and violent endeavor of all sorts. with a mind that was daring but that dared no farther than boys adventures and that delighted fin rifles and reyolvers, Stetson hats and a sexless camara- derie with men.
 Somehow, as he pondered and watch. ed her, it seemed as if he sat in church at home listening to the choir boys chanting. She reminded him of those boys, or their voices. rather. The same sexless quality was there. In the body os her siia -::s :: woman. .s .ss.c .....::.c. of her she had not grown up. She had not been exposed to ripening in- fuences of that sort. She had had no mother von, her father, native ser. vaats and rough island life had con stituted her training. Horses and rifles had been her toys. camp and trail her nursery. From what she had told him her seminary days had been an exile, devoted to study and to cease less longing for the wild riding and swimming of Hawaii. A boys train ing and a boys point of view!
 Well. there was only one thing for him to do. He must meet her on her own basis of boyhood and not make the mistake of treating her as wo- man. He wondered if he could love the woman she would be when her nature awoke, and he wondered if he could love her just as she was and himself wake her up. After all. what ever it was. she had come to fiil quite a large place in his life. as he had dis covered that afternoon while scanning the sea between the squalls. Then he remembered the accounts of Berande and the cropper that was coming and scowled-
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