The Lamar register., 1919-11-26
SYNOPSIS.


mine owner. She disconsolately wanders
from her hotel in South Africa and dis
covers an aviator about to fly from the
beach. Impulsively, Of course imagining
that tie trip will be merely a pleasant
excursion, ana welcome relief from
thoughts of her impending loveless mar
riage. she begs to be taken for a flight.
although she does not know him. He
somewhat unwillingly agrees. and they
start.
CHAPTER I.-When she realizes her
unknown aviator is not going back An
drea in desperation tries TO choke him
with one of her stockings. He thwarts
her and they sail on into the very heart
OF Africa. Landing in an immense craal,
ship to her mysterious companion. She
Is given a slave boy, 'Bathtub." and the
her.
glimpse of the home which is TO be hers,
and wonders at its completeness. White
Man invites her 70 dinner that evening.
fused to take her back to civilizs stion An
drea accepts his invitation. but he con-
tinues deaf 10 her pleading that he re-
store her to her friends.
CHAPTER Iv-Andrea is awakened
from sound sleep next morning by loud
pounding on her doorway and Is told TO
prepare for a days hunt with White Man.
and begins to understand more of he
hosts" character and the reason for
his apparently ruthless slaughtering of
animals. He is providing for the force
of blacks he employs and who look to
him for sustenance.
CHAPTER v.-And-ea. worrying over
her deplorable lack OF change Of clothing.
e surprised and delighted when hen a TRUNK;
clothing dear to the feminine heart. 10
dropped at her doorway 6g staiyart ma;
they are hers White Man by a skillful
shot saves her from the attack of
sable bull and she is fast becoming rec.
onciied TO her fate after eight days In
the craal
CHAPTER vI.-On another expedition
the donkey on which Andrea is mounted
runs away with her and & she Il for :
plains the African method Of wife pur.
chase. "oboio" She is horrined. After
ward she listens to the report Of natiys a. ,s
the district and is invited to the hunt by
White Man. They start down a croco-
diie Infested stream for the scene Of the
hunt
They went TO survey the second
beast. He was quite dead; one long
tusk cleaning white. an ivory island
In lake of bright blood. "Come
away" said Msungo quickly. He led
her to the shade Of one of the big
trees where Marguerite, newly arrived,
was already browsing and dreaming
happily of all the evil In the world.
Around the nearby elephant. the ma
tives swarmed like maggots.
"Bathtub I" shouted Msungo. ''Cho-
culal''
Bathtub turned lingeringly from the
carcass. rushed over, dropped the
lunch box at M'sungo's feet and
plunged back again. "we1l have to
forgive him." said M'sungo. sitting
down and proceeding to open the tin
and lay ont 'u1 "r's lunch for her.
"rh5 ~ -'a- ns g sa
holds n place In the native cosmos
that no white man has ever quite sue
ceeded in grasping. All those boys
are quite mad. I've seen one sever
his thumb from his body when he was
like that and never notice it till he
reeled from loss of blood"
Andrea shivered but Msungo did
not notice 1t. ''They believe" he con-
that the meat of elephant is a
of the flesh of all animals
and that by eating II they acquire all
the leading attributes-the courage Of
the lion, the slyness of the jackal. the
gorging capacity OF the snake, the eye
sight of the hawk by day and of the
felines by night. the industry of the
ant and the homing instinct of the bee.
You see the line? It's endless; and
just because they have more than a
of the qualities they seek.
the superstition will never die"
He stopped to give Andrea a drink
Of water and to feed her first sand
wich. "And that isn't the only thing
that never dies" he went on. his eyes
to a peculiar look she had
never seen In them before, such look
as one is apt to connect only with
mystics. fanatics, ardent believers, and
out of keeping with the
of the White Man she had
builded for herself.
"why, White Mani" she cried.
what do you mean1 What's come
over your
He looked away and then back at
her. "well." he said, quizzical CLEAN
creeping into his eyes, who's afraid?
Why shouldn't tell once more a thing
that's been written a hundred times
by greater adopts than l and never be-
lieved7 It's this, Andrea Pellor. Don't