Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-10
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
Andrea swallowed q lump In her
throat. II won't-I will not cry" she
said aloud. II shall never cry again.
I'm really having a g-good time. I've
always been bored and I'm certainly
not bored now. and only . fool would
cry over that" She settled down to
her breakfast in earnest, forgot that
she detested eggs fried, ate every scrap
of the toast, most Of the marmalade.
and drank three cups Of tea. Then
she sat back and let her eyes amuse
her.
The kraars activity had conferred
about the newest and amartest Of the
huts. Around 1t many men were work.
ing, some digging trenches, others cut.
ting an extra door In Its side. Pres
entity still others began to arrive in a
seemingly endless procession. bearing
posts, stripped Of their bark and cut
to Uniform length, and great bundles
of withes and thatch grass.
She watched them work with won
der at what they were doing that
grew wagner and wagner until she
drowsed and finally dropped sound
asleep In her chair. She awoke two
hours later to find the white man
standing before her, clean shaver,
clear eyed, smelling Of soap and look.
ing almost dapper in khah helmet,
shirt, breaches and puttees.
"Well Mr.. White Manr' said An
drea.-
he smiled a slow smile Of relief as
though he had been dreading her first
words. .Wnl you come nowf' he
asked.
She arose, started to follow him and
stopped with . gasp. "Why!" she ex-
claimed, her eyes fastened on the hut
that had sbeen the scene Of labor. It
was transformed. Before 1t now
stood q veranda with matched roof.
Inclosing the veranda. the hut and a
tiny garden at its back was a mighty
stockade, each post Of which was
sharpened to . needle point. From
the extra door ran q covered way As
strongly built a. the stockade and
which connected the hut with its
neighbor lhat into which the white
man had disappeared.
"Will you conner" repeated the man.
Andrea followed him, only to stop
again when she reached the veranda.
It was carpeted with long grass
mat Of vivid colors and on the mat
stood chairs and q table. On the
table was a hand sewing machine and
from corner-to-corner post swung .
hammock. She had to stoop very low
to enter the hut itself, and once within
had to wait long time for her sun
filled eyes to accustom themselves to
the kindly gloom. The man grew i'm.
patient and struck . match. BY its
light Andrea saw q vision Of comfort
The room was circular and unceiled,
30 that ono could look up and up into
the very depths Of it's tapering peak.
From that height dangled a wire and
on Its end hung 4 lantern. Tho man
lit 1t and showed her how It could be
carried to any desired point on the
circumference Of the, room and hooked
there. Avs
On one side stood cot already
made up; beside It 4 small camp chair.
On the other side was q long hammock
chair. and close to It stood q carved
tabouret piled high with books. Over
a small table hung foolish little
mirror. The walls were wainscoted
with woven mat y Of golden reeds
The place smelled clean. was clean.
Andrea had come into the room OBJ
sessed BY . single Ida, and that was
to determine the why and wherefore'
OF the covered passage leading to the
next hut. She failed to discover its
entrance until her, companion drew her
attention to Z door. wainscoted IKE
the walls but crossed BY q sturdy bar
pivoted at one end. tho other sinking
Into Z deep socket,
TT occurred to me-" said the man,
"that perhaps you would be afraid at
night unless you were sure Of help.
Listen" He raised the bar, and as
he I'D 40 the bidder Acc.A ae;- open
and gong sounded Ia the next hut.
"The bar cannot be lifted from my
side Of course" he added.
( Then he led her ont through the
veranda into her private garden and
pointed to quite new and tiny hut.
"Your bath and washroom," he said.
"You must have no water In the hut
you live In. not only because IT. door
4 Of mud but principally on account
Of the mosquitoes = n \. +
Liver said Andrea. my dear
White Man. you are mad. Tn not
going to live here, no matter how hor.
ribly I'm tempted W oil this thought
fulnsss Of yours and-cars..
He looked usstioningiy ct her face.
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