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dainty clothes and with eyes screwed
tight shut, CROPPED for the presence,
seized 1t and put it on in two parts.
"Ohl" she gasped in rage, "that
should have to wear that beasts silk
pajamas!" She put out the light,
hurled herself ut the cot, curled up
like kitten, drew the sheet over her
head, cuddled into the pillow and
sobbed, "Poor Andrea! Poor Andrea
Pel-Pe-"
Brutal, elemental sleep had choked
the words in her throat.
There Is no telling when Andrea
would have awaked had 1t not been
for Bathtub, who Numbered on her |
door Mt the scnndalously late hour in |
that cline of eight in the morning.
"Bath ready, Missis! Bath ready, !
Mssis!" he was chanting mcnoto-
nously. She arose, put on her cloak,
opened the door and rubbed her eyes
at the shock OF a monday glare
The boy grinncd from car to ear
"Bath ready" he exclaimed with
happy linalty and bearing towels and
soap led her to the newly constructed
little hut in the yard. He placed the
paraphcrnalia on a chair set close to
collapsblc canvas tub and from q
ncighbcring smoldcring fire fetched
big tin Of water
"Ilot watcr!" cried Andrea. "Why,
I'm boiling myself. Bring me cold
water"
Gold water no good" affirmed Bath
tub as he cmpticd the tin.
"But I wish cold water" said An
drca.
"Cold water plenty no good for
white Missis," rcafrmcd Bathtub and
withdrew, carefully closing the door
behind him.
Andrea enjoyed the bath and learned
in ten minutes the soundncss Of the
tropical rule that it had taken some
Old-timcr ten years to evolve: The hot
ter the day the hotter the water. Feel
ing refreshed, almost cool, she started
back to her room, but stopped OH the
veranda, her eyes held by sundry things
on the table, n mans soft shirt, freshly
ironed, roll Of khaki cloth, scissors
q thimble and one Of those pepper-pot
tins OF assorted needles. She stared
at them long and helplcssly, her lower
:, lip trembling; then She went in, pu
on her things except her frock ant
covered its lack with her cloak. Sh'
did her hair last Of all, by way o
change and just rs she finished hear
Bathtubs call to breakfast
Neither white man nor black was IL
evidence, but even SO the day passed
swiftly, SO many were the new feature
Of the kraals changing scene. Sh
pln Of
mock-chair dragged into the shade O
the dining tree and stretched out t
her first lesson in lazy content. Grat
ually she grew drowsy with the hca
but not so sleepy that she failed
hear from away Off the far-carryin
report, six times repeated, Of higl
powered rife.
Bathtub, squatted near by, locke
up with beatiiic smile. "Mnster," i
stated.
1t was two hours later when II
incident was repeated in every deta
save that the shots came from sti
farther away; and about three hou
after, once more the thing hnppene
Bathtub rolled his eyes and hugg'
himself In gormandiZiEg anticipate
US he breathed the word. MASTER!
Andrea was vaguely interested un
the SEQUEL to those eighteen shO
\ began to arrive and then she w
stunned with horror. Amid the shou
Of men and the shrill uiululooing
the women they began to come
beast after beast, each trusscd to
pole and borne by six, sometimes eigl
naked and straining blacks.
First to arrive were Ave sable ant
lope, beautiful even In death. the pro-
sweep Of their glorious horns invcrte
thick tongues dragging In the du
The bearers did not stop within t
kraal but passed through It, char
ing wildly as though they were
gagged in n perverted Bacchanali
pageant OF bloOu. Women and or
dren streamcd after them, and ev
Bathtub looked longingly In the dir
tion they had gone.
Scarcely had the hullabalqo Of tn
passing aied into the distance @her
new contingent arrived. "M'sun
M'sungo," the one word she knt
cropped out from their jabber "
the steady recurrence Of haunt
fugue. What they bore were six vii
beeste. male and female, buffoons
tho plains, still pitifully grotesq
their horse-llke tails trailing like
couraged funeral plumes.
"Oh, White Man." gaspcd Andr
covering her eyes, ,'oh, M'sungo |"