Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-24

said M'sungo to q listless Andrea, "the
wilderness will have returned alto
gethcr to Its own to all outward ap-
pearance. Three weeks after that,
anyone penetrating 10 the clearing we
have made viii find nothing beyond a
forishing shamba Or corn patch, the
very natural property OF the craal."
On night Of downpour Andrea sat
In her room, hands crossed upon els.
carded book In her lap and eyes wide
ly f2ed on some point of focus far be-
yor6 the encirclirg walls OF her hut.
She was frightened, tcr her soul bad
conc to talk with her and there was
no escape. She could not phone up
tax! and party OF four and 80 10
show and supper af,erwCrt, thus
losing the universal guest.
With q childish gesture Of despair,
she crept into bed. curled Up with her
face against the pillow and wept. The
more she cried, the more II rain-d;
the more II rained, the more she cried
There was no end to that-no end-no
Sleep did Its best to take and hold
her but tonight its grip wes uncertain
and long before morning 1t saw defeat
coming and made dastardy retreat
Andrea awoke, not slowly. not swim.
ming up to consciousness through
drowsy grsdations, bu. suddenly with
a swapping OF eyes wide open on
great emptiness. She was alone, ter
ribly alone. and hopelessly awake. She
lay staring up at the uncheerful Ian
tern that she had purposely left burn
Ing Its chimney was smoked. Out
side. rain still poured.
She decided TO cry a little more and
found she couldn't. Tears had with
drawn before an Intellectual rage. Her
face hardened. Well, If she couldn't
cry, something must happen If not on
its own, then 1t must be forced. She
wondered what the white man was
doing. Perhaps he was sound asleep:
perhaps he was even snoringl What
did she know about this man, anyway:
Was be human! Had he live points Of
contact or was he an impalpnnle crea-
wasn't here at all! If she screamed,
would Aunty Gwen come running IN
Or Her eyes, following the sequence
of her thoughts, fell upon the barred
door.
She arose. put on her slippers and
her bath-obe, walked deliberately to
the door. grasped the bar with two
trembling hands and threw It up with
al! her strength. The clans Of the far
awag gong rang out above the din OF
the droning rain. Following 1t Instant
~ came the thud of q falling chair.
The door, released, swung slowly open
with a long-drawn creak OF unoiled
hinges. Andrea was suddenly fright
eued.
Coming through the covered way
she could hear the swift crush OF hur
rying steps. M'sungo, fully dressed
shot into the center Of her room an,
wh!rled. In his hands, held at the hip
'nrer on trigger. was v:!lainous
sawcd-of shotgun. Only his long train.
ing to look twice before he Aired saved
Andrea when his eyes brought him the
startling conviction that besides him
self she was the only other living thing
in the room. She stared At him, wide
eyed and trembling. She saw his hg-
ure, keyed to one sort Of combat, relax
only to grow slowly tense again. He
turned, laid the shotgun aside aud
came toward her with swift sure
strides. For an instant his eyes
wavered but as he drew nearer they
steaded to transhx and hold her
pinned against the wall.