The Lamar register., 1919-11-05

other old crock OF a snlDpoietn- some
men know lots about women-a 1oiiy
sight too much"
"That's different from knowing wom-
en-" said M'sungo quietly. 'Its no
shibboleth, that old belief. Woman.
to man, is an eternal voyage of dis
covery-a land of valleys and peaks,
of lights and shadows, of storm and
aching peace. Continents and oceans
are lost in her untraveled heart, and
when she throws wide her arms. the
way Is open to Heaven and He'll"
I'm going to bed" murmured An
drea. and stole away.
II was Just as well for Andrea that
she had gone early to bed, for at i've
O'Clock of the next morning = rock
was hurled at her door that almost
burst 1t In.
Didn't that get herr yelled Msun.
COS voice from half across the kraal.
mo. Master" answered Bathtub.
"Missis sleep plenty hard. same like
plckanin.
She slipped on her bathrobe. opened
the door and put out her head. Were
you calling mel" she asked with early
morning dignity.
mot exactly" answered the white
man In the same tone. breakfast In
twenty minutes; bath when you come
home" He turned to give orders to
q group of his captains.
Andrea was instantly thrilled to the
new adventure. She called to Bathtub
to bring her washstand and water and
rubbed one bare foot against the other
in impatience until he was out of the
way: then she dressed feverishly and
ran out.
In ten minutes they had breakfasted; !;
In five more they were on. A long line
of blacks preceded them. behind came
Msungo's gunbearer. water boys. Bath
tub. carrier or two. and an ancient
donkey half hidden under an enormous
cowboy saddle.
What a funny looking old donkeyi"
remarked Andrea. whats he forf"
For you. when you get tired" an
oWcEcu N sunkO.
Really For mer' said Andrea.
whats his namef
Msungo threw back his head and
laughed softly. why" he said. Il
never thought I'd have to tell any one
when named him. We call him Mar.
guerite. I named him after a friend
of mine"
WAS she as ugly as all thatr'
"Oh. no. She's about the prettiest
woman I ever knew. but she was just
like him inside. Try to head him OF
some time"
The best way to head on woman" !"
mused Andrea. rs to marry her"
That's So" agreed Msungo prompt
ly. but friendship has limits"
They were necessarily walking in
single file on the narrow path and
Andrea was behind him. She looked
quizzically at his back and wished she
could see his face instead. But her
attention was soon drawn to other
things. They had come to the fringe
OF the forest. Spaced from two to
three hundred yards apart and set well
out from the shadow of the trees were
mysterious piles OF something or other
that shone straw-gold under the morn
ing sun.
At the FIRST Of the heaps Msungo
stopped. '4This," he said, kicking at
the silky coils. sis the greatest sub
stitute for hemp and sisal that the
world has yet produced. The war has
made 1t worth-well. not quite its
weight In gold, unless you measure 1t
by sheer profits on the cost of pro-
duction. 1t Is nothing but the bark
of the temba trees which make up the
bulk of all the forests in this region.
prepared by hand on a process Of my
own"
Andrea looked at the endless piles
of fiber, tons and tons Of II. stretch
ing away like the posts In a prairie
fence. "And you say this is a secret7'
she asked incredulously.
He smiled. at is SO far" he an
swered. But II you knew all the facts
you wouldn't find 1t so wonderful. In
the first place this spot is cut OF on
nearly all sides by waterless wilder
ness. In the only direction that isn't
true, which is straight down the river,
there is a wild zone that in four hum
dred years has never been pacif1ed by
the European dominance of the prov
ince. Those unsubdued tribes have
been my friends In times past and are