The Lamar register., 1919-11-05

Half an hour later. when every last
thing the trunk had contained was
piled upon her cot, she went to the
turned to drop on her knees, throw
her arms wide across the accumula-
ton. bury her hot face against one
article after another and kiss each
in turni
There Is every reason to enumerate
that pile of dry goods II only to put
on record for the benefit Of the sport
ing world In general a list that It took
many years to compile; two to decide
what was necessary; eight to deter
mine what of that wasn't. To begin at
the bottom. there were two pairs Of
stout. brown. high. laced walking
boots: then. In rapid succession, six
pairs of Isle thread stockings to
match: one pair of boys plg-skin put
tees; six dainty but sensible one-piece
undies of softest and whitest woven
cotton; three pairs of khaki breeches
(youth's size) three khaki skirts. knee
length. buttoned with real buttons and
buttonholcs all the way up the front
and all the way up the back; four suits
Of pajamas. white madras. with silk
frogs and knobs six khaki shirts 1.-TWO
breast pockets each) one belt; three
brown ties one khaki-cOlored woolen
sweater; one macintosh, with hood
two khaki jackets enormous pockets)
brown tHm-o-shanter!
There were also a few assorted pack
ages, one or two of which even this
frank chronicle refuses to open. but no
harm can attach to the mention Of q
well-stocked housewife an equally COM
plete toilet case. bathrobe. q pair
OF bedroom slippers, and a long. fat
cardboard box that had been at the
bottom of the trunk. and which An
drea had as yea refrained from explor-
ing. On II was written In a strangely
masculine hand: "The Return OF the
Native"
She opened IL now and disclosed one
Of those adorable filmy hybrid frocks,
a double cross between afternoon. eve
ming and elf-land wear: one set Of
crepe de chine lovelies; two pairs of
silk stockings. one pair Of satin slip
pers. "And he said he's going to wear
khaki tonight" she moaned.
Is II necessary to state that she pres
entity got up OF her knees and begin
ming at the head of the bed, started
to try on every last thing1 She did.
and she was only half through when
Bathtub knocked on the door and an
nounced, "Scoff ready" No Invitation
this time-an order.
"Oh, dear I" she sighed and rushed
for the utterly inadequate mirror.
Five minutes later her door opened
and she stepped out. slowly. like some
shy thing OF the forest. Flushed Of
cheek. brilliant Of eye. she walked to-
ward the man. oh. big black bow
Oh. hair starting one way and going
another. leaping Il squared shoulder to
come TO rest and rise and fall against
the rounded face of firm young
breast Oh. visioni Oh. youth Oh.
day and hour of the gay heart The
man looked and saw that her knees
were round, her legs stralght. Thank
God" he murmured.
He was dressed as she was. tit for
tat, except for the big black bow and
the very short skirt; and, like her. his
hands were thrust. boy fashion. In the
side pockets Of his open khaki jacket.
As she came close their eyes met and
smiled. II didn't put on the leggings."
she said shyly. II was as though In
changing back to ways and clothes
like those of childhood she had sud-
denly rid herself of the hardening
years between.
"You were right" said the man.
They're for the brush and when mos
quitoes are bad
Her face lit with pleasure. You'll
let me 20 into the brushT
"Never alone" he answered quickly.
"But you may go with me whenever
and wherever you like"
"And may | still call you just White
Man? Somehow 1t seems impertlnent
now
Don't tease me-" said the man
lightly and then his face fell. Don't
make me feel old"
'Old 7" cried Andrea. "Who could be
old tonight? Why. White Man, we're
we're kids"
He laughed In his sudden relief. $50
we are. So we shall be-"
Excuse me-" said Andrea solemnly.
Did l hear you laughT"
At that he LAUGHED again. not up-