The Mena weekly star., 1919-12-25
CHAPTER w.

The heat of the day had quite passed Andrea felt of her arms. They were soft and cool. She laid them on the fable and studied them as though she never had noticed them before. She Vas thinking that all her fright had lied away She was alone with man hlnne by over hundred miles and yet
 never had she felt less lonely, more secure. She threw up her head, turned to her companion with smile and said. I've decided not to sulk, White Man. Tell me what your philosophy will do for me if give 1t tryout."
 The man drew long breath of re lief, examined the ash of his cigar and Kicked 1t of. First of all." he began Eff will lift fever from you, the fever of hastening from one little thing to another. Look back and tell me fl your memories aren't all stock varie- lies; I mean don't they all fall into set and dry classifications7"
 'T understand" said Andrea. "You mean they are all chucked into about oix bins like staples at a grocery"
 He gave her a look of undisguised Admiration. q mean exactly that NY philosophy will give you the secret of the happy idle hour. Never again .5can city or great house quite smother you, for it will be in your power to sit spellbound, your eyes dxed ten thousand miles away on a < girdle of high-peaked huts or black women pounding millet, pot-bellied pickanins at play, blotch of bronze etatues taking an hour off from pose and chanting the news of the hour"
 And an airplane,r added Andrea Frying to push two surprised huts out of the way"
 The man made an impatient gesture There you go," he exclaimed, "pounc. 2ing, claws out, on the one personal eiement!"
 M "WhyW cried Andrea, eyes inno- gently wide Whats personal about an airplane?" f
 He looked at her grimly and ignored the trap. Tt will give you things to Think about" he continued, land when you have them you'll no longer be nfraid of thought in itself, and when you are heed of that fear you will hnd that sincerity ceases to be con- sersational bad taste. It becomes rather weapon, the only probe tha gan pierce the armor of individuols For Of course you know that every per sonailty wears a shell, thick or thin close- joined or loose"
 She turned her eyes and looked hin up and down fieetingly. "Wbat els, VIII your philosophy do for me?'' sh, asked.
 what elseT he repeated. 'It vii make you gloriously independent-re s duce you to the three elements of con sent-health, honor and an inner ! flame."
 Lets begin with the inner flame. she suggested. 'Tt sounds mystic.' N But 1t isn't" he replied. Its tn. most practical thing in the world. Am Dition, illusion, youth, are few of if, commoner appelations, but the on. 'hat comes nearest to imprisoning it ir phrase is, breath of life" Andrea studied him almost impa uently; inwardly she was rebellins tremendously at finding herself so con 'ihually interested by one who wa, even at the moment calmly doing he, great wrong. If he had spoken as numerically about his precious phil osophy she would have found herself at once; but he hadn't. In that polnt more than in any other lay the charm -cnarm? We'll, call it charm, anyway oi this unusual male.
 Having thought the matter out with view to hearing him browse some more she said, Cant you bring it q little nearer?"
 I'll try" he answered after a pause breath of life is that quality which 'io'us pack a man from marrying fol money and urges another to the de sertlon of wife and children because ne bored, that makes preacher lear rom the pricking pinnacle of dogma 'o the heart of the Red Light district ana his own destruction. that leads tho hlng-bull of the herd to impatient paths ol lonely meditation. In short. it's me perpetual vigilance of self at the apparent risk of the soul.s'
 Sort of subIlmated egoism." re marked Andrea.
 selhshness, you meanY" He shook HIS mead. Its not even on that plane