Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1919-11-21

the WorlQ on the chance OF hitting the
right port and lunching with him once"
Andrea's hand went to her breast
and stayed there as though to imprison
her futtering heart. white Man."
she said, please. don't do that to me
again-ever. You see, I've always been
silly about things that get hurt"
Forgive me-" he said. II was
thoughtless."
Careless, perhaps; thoughtless,
never" said Andrea, smiling once more.
"Well," she went ON, clasplng her
hands and throwing her head back,
I'm for your sister. The woman that
could make up that trunk is genius"
"She would be-" remarked the man
enigmatically.
Andrea paused in her thoughts; thea
came wide awake and looked at hiEi
narrowly.
"White Man, didn't a woman make
up that trunkp
mo, there are few women living
that could. Think it out. That trunk
was all bone, muscle and sinew--with
an after-dinner cigarette at the bot
tom. Why, the last time saw Maisie
she had two small moving vans and a
wicker house she thought she was
going to bring with her. I'd fixed it
with a quartermaster to drop the lot
overheard in the night and at the last
moment. She never even heard of this
trunk"
During his long speech the color had
been rising In Andrea's cheeks. II
don't think / like you as much as
did," she said slowly. Somehow you
were getting too good to be true. You
bought and packed all those things
yourself.p
He met her gaze steadily. Don't"
he whispered, "don't let's be old"
"All right" said Andrea with a quick
shrug of one shoulder. But you've
known lots Of women, haven't your?
"You e aggerate," he answered, smil-
ing. tive met lots of women"
"Pshawi" said Andrea. THAT'S an
other old crock of shibboleth. Some
men know lots about women-a jolly
sight too much"
That's different from knowing won.
en-" said M'sungo quietly. Its no
ehibboleth, 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.
1t was just as well for Andrea that
she had gone early to bed, for at five
o'clock Of the next morning a rock
was hurl led 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
pickanin."
She slipped on her bathrobe, opened
the door and put out her head. "Were
you calling meT' 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
a 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 impat Lence 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
M'sungO's gunbearer, water boys, Bath
tub, a carrier or two, and an ancient
donkey half hidden under an enormous
cowboy saddle.
what funny locking old donkey I"
remarked Andrea. "What's he fort"
For you, when you get tired" an
swered M'sung0.
Really For meF said Andrea.
whats his Manner
Msunao threw back his head and
laughed softly. why" he said. 81
never thought I'd have to tell any one
when ! named him. We cal him Mar
guerite- / named him after a friend
Of mine.p
was she as ugly as all thatT"
-Oh, no. She's about the prettiest
woman ] ever knew. but she was Just
like him inside. Try to head him OF
some time"
The best way TO heod on a woman"
unused Andrea, is to marry her"