Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1919-11-28
CHAPTER vI.-contInued.

Certainly" he answered, absorbed
in his topic. Exchanged where
there's another daughter available |;
where there isn't, money is refunded
by order of the courts. But what I
was driving at is that in spite of the
contention mentioned above, wherever
woman is concerned black can
never get 1t out of his head that she
can be replaced at the regular market
price. Now you've got the kernel of
his whole attitude toward women"
$50 IL 1t had been you they wouldn't
have laughed and yelled"
"In this case, yes" he said. "They
most certainly would. because they
had no direct responsibility. But
where responsibility attaches the rule
for r,en is a life for a life. and it's a
rule that has no exceptions. Anyone
can brain woman If he feels like 1t
and get away with the identical obolo
her husband paid for her."
You seem to be a great admirer of
the native social system" said Andrea
quietly.
Il am" answered M'sungo. "For
natives, Of course"
"Are you sure you're not bit faint
ed with 1t for yourself"
Sure" he answered promptly.
That's part of the secret of my grip
on every country I've shot over. I'm
aloof. I've never turned my back on
thet White Mans God. Circular A is
not for me-"
whats Circular Az"
He hesitated. Circular A." he said
finally, 'is the regulation that governs
the relations between British officials
under the colonial office and the wom-
en- of the tribes they govern"
I'm British" said Andrea, after a
pause, "and l blush for the necessity"
You are prompt, like most of u.s.
said M'sungo, ito sit in judgment be-
fore any force of nature that you've
never felt. Poor devils of clean-bred
youngsters! Take one that l knew
Three weeks training under his preue.
cessOr, crazy to leave; hundred
thousand natives under his sole rule
one perhaps two, bearded white faces
a year. The long, long days after the
sportsman has been swallowed by the
pot-hunter, when game becomes just
meat And then, the fatal hour al
dusk when passing native girl-any
girl-looks to him like some woman al
homel He marries, not by canonical.
perhaps, but by the common law Of
the land, and the people at home
shout cruelty him. but In the end It'll
God alone that will Judge his agon!
and, measure the price"
He stopped speaking and for a lonl
time they travelled in silence. The SUI
was. sinking fast-so fast that |
seemed to be dropping by jerks, lik,
the loose hand of grandfather
clock.
There is no twilight in the tropics,
said M'sungo. "by the deliberate judg
ment of God who knows the capacit.
of the cta OF man and would no
have 1t burst"
81 can feel what you mean." an
swered Andrea. ''even though yo1
haven't really said 1t In words. TIL
heart can hold just so much beaut
and o. more; and even now. mine i
aching"
andrea Pellor." said M'sungo. "yo
have the faculty of your sex. YoI
have pinned the butterfly"
She felt a sudden revulsion. a rag
at this man. this stranger, who talke
as she imagined he would fight, witt
out gloves. Her eyes narrowed. "B
the way, when Marguerite bolted, jus
what was 1t you shouted at me-"
He paused in his stride so suddenl
that the doing donkey butted into hir
and almost Anccked him over. "Eh
What" he asked to gain time.
"Come on" persisted Andrea. "Jus
say 1t again-.wliat you shouted"
"Well," lied M'sungo, 81 may no
remember the exact words. but It wa
to the effect that you'd better hea
him on or jump or"