The Mena weekly star., 1919-12-11

little mirror on the wall. She flushed with anger as she looked at herself. The excitement coupled with the heat had made her forget her Inappropriate garb.
 She rehung the looking glass and looked around for implements of toi. let On the little table lay a comb and single military brush, looking lonely without its mate. There were also a tin of powder, the common sprinkler variety that men use, a fresh bottle of dental lotion and sealed box, proclaiming itself in loud type the container of the only perfect Toothbrush.
 Not so bad" reflected Andrea, and went to work to make the best of what was already one of Gods choicest creations. But when she had finished the wonderful result only angered her. The incongruity of sitting down thus garbed to an open-air camp din ner at half past five in the afternoon and face to face with man in appro- priate khaki, outraged her very accu- rate Judgment as to what was fitting. Suddenly she remembered her cloak. She rushed to the door and called to Bathtub. He came on the run. ee- ceived her orders and moment lgrer fetched the all-concealing garment, stih warm from its sun bath. An. drea put it on, her bare shoulders shrinking from its hot touch.
 Beneath the acacia gleamed the white table set for two. Near it sal the man, nursing patience with a ciga. rette as is the way of the waiting male. He arose as Andrea drew near and threw his cigarette away. He was clothed in the full dress of the trop. lcs-white mess jacket, black tie white waistcoat, black trousers, silk nose and pumps. Clean shaven. hair well brushed, he had dotted the is and crossed the t's of etiquette and stood for six feet of the best brand or unconscious gentleman.
 Andrea stopped several paces away and gazed at him. Her eyes filled sud denly with tears and her heart swelled III me quick answer of the generous 70 the thoughtful She drew near and said in a voice that trembled slightly
 You are eonsiderate in all-littlt things"
 she raised both hands to her throat uhhooked her cloak and let it sliI rom her shoulders. For an instant ms eyes were those of man of her own world They swept over her as though they took the measure of her IoVeiiness for the first time. They travelled with flashing gaze from heI sort hair to her flushed cheeks. down over her bare neck and into the faery meshes of her filmy frock, and there 'hey stopped with a jerk as though even In that moment he remembered 'nat very short skirts and a truncated SIX stocking might leave serious gap in the all-too-frail defenses o1 modern modesty.
 Then he came back in one swift up ward sweep and met her own gaze
  squarely, steadily. She drew deer breath. Something sustaining had come into the white mans gray-blue eyes, something you could lean upon He was suddenly not of her old world
 T am afraid the soup is little cold" he said as he stepped around 10 draw her chair for her.
 The dinner was good. beyond the eaehet of mere gross appetite, and IL was served with a rapidity and smoothness that would have done credit to the oldest of the Pellor but lers.
 Your servants are we'll trained. said Andrea.
 Each has little to do." said the man. He must do 1t well. That. in