The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-03


standing erect and swayins her
strength TO Il as she resisted the pres
sures that tended to throw the craft
broadside In the surf. Her Tahitians
leaped out and rushed the boat high up
the beach. and she led her bizarre
following through the gate Of the COM
pound.
Lovely, perfectly lovely-Pari-
Sulay,' she painted. ct shall buy It
I'll write to the commissioner tonight
And the site for the bungalow-I've
selected it already-is wonderful. You
must come over some day and advise
me- You won't mind my staying hers
until l can get settled? Wasn't that
squall beautiful And suppose I'm
late for dinner. I'll run and get clean
and be with you in a minute"
do you know, I'm never going to
squabble with you again." he an
nounced. when they were seated.
"Squabblev' was the retort. 'It's
such a sordid word. It sounds cheap
and nasty. / think it's much nicer TO
quarrel"
''CaIl It what you please, but we
won't do # any more, will weT" He
cleared bis throat nervously, for her
eyes advertised the immediate begin
ming OF hostiiitfes. II beg your par
den,' he hurried on Ell should have
spoken for myself. What / mean is
that refuse to quarrel. You have the
most horrible way, without uttering
word, Of making me play the fool.
why. began with the kindliest In
tentons. and here am now
Making nasty remarks" she com
pleted for him.
It's the way you have Of catching
me up" he complained.
why never said a word. I was
merely sitting here. being sweetly
lured on by promises of peace on
earth and all the restgof it, when sud-
denly you begin to call me names"
Hardly that, l am sure"
"Well, you said l was horrible, or
that had horrible way about me.
which is the same thing. / wish my
bungalow were up, I'd move tomor-
row."
But her twitching lips bened her
words. and the next moment the man
was more uncomfortable than ever,
being made so by her laughter
81 was only teasing you. Honest
Injun. And If you don't laugh III
suspect you Of being in a temper with
me. That's right, laugh. But DON'T
she added in alarm, don't, IL it hurts
you. You look as though you had q
toothache. There, there; don't say 1t.
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 Fib-
berty Gibbet. l didn't know she was
SO large a 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 tudicially and
he asked for a second helping OF
timed beef. not because he was hun
CRY, but because he wanted to watch
her slim. firm fingers. They were
brown with tan and looked exceeding.
" boyish. Then. and without effort,
the concept came to him. Yes, that
was il. 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 a woman. She was a mere girl,
and a boyish girl at that, with sun
burned fingers that delighted In doing
] what boys fingers did. with q body
and muscles that liked swimming and
violent endeavor Of all sorts. with
mind that was daring but that dared
no farther than boys adventures and
that delighted in rides and revelyers,
Stetsop 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
hGAlCSS WAS IN Tue DOdy
of her she was a woman. In the mind
Of her she had not grown up. She
had not been exposed to ripening in
fuences of that sort. She had had no
mother. Won, her father, native ser
! wants and rough island life had con-
, stftuted 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
IN exile. devoted to study and to cease
less longing for the wild riding and
swimming Of Hawaii. A boys train
Ing and boys point Of viewl
Well. there was only one thing for
him to do. He must meet her on her
own basis of boyhood aud not make
the mistake of treating her as a 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 fill quite
large Mace in his life, as he had dis