Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-06
"PIease, Mr.. Man, Take Me With YOU"

les, with their toes and eyes? Andrea
wondered all these things. suddenly
stopped wondering. skipped up the lad
der-llke stair from the garden to her
room, snatched up warm cloak affair
which buttoned in a high collar at
her neck and that fell sheer in ever
widening folds from her shoulders to
her ankles, and in less time than it
would take to say Jack Robinson a
hundred and fifty times she was slip
ping and sliding down the path Of
many slants.
She came upon the airplane so sud-
denly that she forgot to be disappoint-
ed at it's gross materialism. It was
very real indeed; so were the men who
attended it. One was the tallest,
blacklist, nakedest native she had yet
seen, a mighty statue In unimaglned
bronze, paganly clothed only at the
loIns with q spotted pelt. The other
was a white man gone brown in the
sun. He was neither very young nor
old. he carried himself erect with the
bearing Of . man who is full-grown
and knows 1t, and when he moved he
gave an exhibition Of long, thin mus.
cles under perfect central control
His mouth seemed to be possessed Of
a smile that never wavered in spite
Of the fact that he held a piece OF
wire between his teeth and was other.
wise intent on a number Of things.
It was the black man who first
sensed Andrea's presence and gave
warning to his master in low, gut.
tural, rolling string Of flowing vowels
The white man did not look round
he merely shrugged his shoulders and
went on with his Job. Andrea watched
him in silence until she was convinced
that everything that could be done to
tho machine was about to be accom-.
plished and it, proprietor on tho verge
Of flying away and then, emboldened
by that unwavering smile, she said in
such 4 voice as children use when
pleading for cake. "Please. Mr.. Man,
y take me with you"
d, She knew q 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.
rlably came back to where they
started from like well-tralned 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 II
broken in. When her voice rang across
tho silence Of the false dawn, clear
and light as q silver bell giving tongue
across snow, the white man started
and dropped tho wrench no was ma.
nipulating. He caught it In midair;
then let It fall to the ground DELHI
erately and turned to look her over
She was certainly something to see
and to wonder ut. Her eyes Of Irish
blue danced with light younger than
her face-a light that attends the eter
nal wistful child within us-but be
meath their shining gaze were shad
ows and her cheeks were over-pale
Just to one side Of her rounded chin
was bit Of black courtplaster, shame
full mask Of tiny sign Of too much
chocolates AMI tug iiittttis exercise. Shs
was slim enough to look tall in spite
Of that cloak.like affair Of dark blue
4 glove cloth that fell from her shoul.
ders to her ankles in overwhelming
folds 4t
Through all his inspection the mans
face never changed. he looked hel
over deliberately, Judged deliberately,
and deliberately let down the little
ladder that gave access to the obserr
er's seat. He helped her up without
word, strapped her In and then turned
to pour out voluble instructions In dia.
iscti 70 the bronze statue that stood a
attention, black eyes fixed on his mas
ter's face, red lips repeating Ike q
prompter In Z Latin theatss all that
his master said.
Tho white man clambcrci u :.Aa +.
dElYsTs est DlAcsa be9eEs AadEsa'A
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