Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-13
SYNOPSIS

CHAPTER I-Andrea Pellor. handsome
daughter Of Lord Peilor, impecunious
arisiocsat. - doomed to marry an iuits
crate but wealthy m!ddie;aEed a,s snasrs
from her hotel in South Africa and dis
covers an aviator about to ny from the
beach. lmpulsively, of course iniasininE
excursion, and . welcome relief from
thoughts OF her Impending loveiess r1sr-
rage. she begs. to be taken for = Night.
although she does not know him. no
somewhat unwil,.ngiy agrees. and they
start.
NCHAPTER IH.-when she realizes her
drea in desperation tries to choke him
with one OF her stockings. He thwars
her and they sail on into the very heart
of Africa. Landing in an Immense craal.
andrea finds the ma tives al! bow IN Wor.
ship to her mysterious companion. She
is given a slave boy "Bsthtub,' and tho
White AIan sets about building . hut Tor
her. E.. -
CHAPTER III.-Andr.a Is given =
glimpse of the home which fs to be hsrs.
Nan invites her to dinner that evening.
and In spite Of the fact that ne mas re-
fused to take her back to civilization An"
drea accents his invitation. but he con-
tinues deaf to her pleading thai no re-
store her TO her friends.
Andrea was vaguely interested until
the sequel to those eighteen shots
began to arrive and then she was
stunned with horror. Amid the shouts
Of men and the Shrill ulululooing OF
the women they began to come In.
beast after beast, each trusSed to
pole and borne by six, sometimes eight.
naked and straining blacks.
First to arrive were FIVE sable ante
lope, beautiful even in death. the proud
sweep of their glorious horns inverted,
thick tongues dragging in the dust.
The bearers did not stop within the
kraal, but passed through 1t, chant
Ing wildly as though they were en-
gnged In a perverted Bacchanalian
pageant of blood. Women and chill
dren streamed after them, and even
Bathtub looked longlngly In the direc-
ton they had gone. -.
Scarcely had the huIlabaloo Of their
passing died into the distance when a
new contingent arrived. "M'sungo.
M,sungo." the one word she knew,
cropped out from their jabber with
the steady recurrence Of a haunting
fugue. What they bore were six wilde
beeste., male and female, bufroons Of
the plains. SIN pitifully grotesque.
their horse-like tails trailing like dis
couraged funeral piun,es. Is
"Oh, White Man." gasped Andrea,
covering her eyes, "oh, M'sungo"
And then It came again, four loads
this time, but every one as big as a
horse. Eight men strained under each
carcass of eiand. largest and gentlest
Of all the hundred varieties Of ante
Iope that swarm over the length and
breadth Of Africa. 80. e..
Andrea arose; but her knees rem-
bled so that She quickly-1at down 10
one Of the wicker chairs. clutching It's
arms with hands gone white as though
all the blood in her body had hidden
in shame. Then came the white man,
followed by guubearers, water-boy and
crackers. His face and his bare arms
were streaked with sweat and dust.
His shirt and trousers chung to hin, In
great dark blots Of moisture. He
nodded TO andrea as he made straight
for his hut. --,..... ..
Suddenly her strength came back
to her. She sprang up and rushed to