The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1919-11-05

Copyright, 1910, The Bobbs.Merrill Company
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hoods valiant fancy.
Who were those midget dots? We
they men or geni? Whence had tn,
come and whittier would they go? d
they talk with tongues or like Brow
les, With their toes and eyes? Andre
wondered all these things. sudden
stopped wondering, skipped up the la
dCrlikc stair from the garden to II
room, Snatchrd up warm cloak atIa
which button"d IL Il high collar
her neck and that fell sheer IN rv,
widening folds from her shoulders
her ankles, and in less time than
would take to SOY Jack Robinson
hundred ana fifty times She was sli
ping and sliding down the path
,,umany SiantS.
denly that sli'nc. ,n"n 80 airE'anc $" sl
cd at it's gross matcr,a'.;., y" dlSappal1
very real indeed 50 were the moI 1t "
attended il. on" was IN" taiIcS''
blackcSt. nakcdest native she had yet
seen, a mighty statue in unlmaglnen
bronze. paganly clothed only at the
loins with spotted pelt. The other
Was Il white moa gone brown III the
sun. He was neither Very young nor
old. he carried himself erect with the
w.
hnn-inr NJ q man who is full.growp
&nd .:uD%s it. and wien he movch hc !
gave an exhibition u1 long, thin mus
ClcS under perfect central control. !
HIS mouth seemed To be possessed ol |
smile that never wavo"cd in spite |
Of The fact thnt 10 held a pcc" OF
wire between his tcpih ana was either
"! So iurcnt on a number OF things.
+ was the black man who first
sanScI AndrcIS presence ana gave
wav.!ng 10 his master iii II loW, gut
tuyal rolling string Of flowing vowcls.
The white man did not look round
h. merely shrugged his shoulders and
wcnl on with his lob Anurrn Watched
him III silence untii she was convinced
rhat everything that could be done to
the machine was about to be accom-,
plishcd and its proprietor on the verge
of fi"ing away and then clnholdcncd
by that unWavcring smile she said in
such a voice as children use when
pleading for cake, please, Mr.. Man,
take me with you
She knew good deal about flying
machines; she knew they couldn't
stay Up very long and that if they
were worth anything at all they inva-
riably came back to where they
sartcd from like wcll-traincd pigeons.
She had left her door locked and She
figured that she would be back long
before Aunty Gwen could work her
self up to the point of having 1t
broken in. When her voice rang across
the silence Of the false dawn, clear
and light as Silver hcll>giving tongue
across snow, the white man started
and dropped the wrench he was ma
nipulating. lie caught it in midair
then let it fall to the ground dciib
erateiy and turned to look her over
She was certainly something to sec
and 10 wonder at Her eyes Of Irish
blue danced with a light younger thar
ler tacc--a light that attends the cter
nal wiStful child within uS---but be
ncarh their shining gaze were shad
OwS ana her checks were Over-palc
Just to one side Of her rounded chiI
was a biz of black courtplastcr, shame
fu mask Of n tiny sign Of too mucl
chocolates ana too little exercise. Sh
was slim enough to look tall in spit
OF that clOak-likc affair Of dark blu
glove cloth that fell from her Shou
dcrs TO her ankles in ever-wdcnin
folds.
Through all his inspection the man