Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-27

stl'l, but he was not deceived. Tie
looked at her eyes and saw that their
pupils still appeared convex and CLASSY
like the eyes Of fish. They stared Al
him with an immeasurNbie gravity
When her dry lips parted, he shranh
even before she spoke.
Il wish you would so away she
said quietly. II don't like TO look Al
you: / don't wish you to look at me,
will be glad II I never see you again.
There Is no one In the world that /
wish ever to see again. Please send ME
that niger. Bathtub. If | must have
some one l would rather have him."
lie arose, called Bathtub and made
him squat on the floor where her eyes
could quickly find him: then he went
to the door behind her and stood for
u long time looking out across the
glaring craal. The rays Of the sun
descended on that beaten space with
an almost audible contact. The leaves
OF the acacias were shriveled; not Il
woman or child was visible, and even
the fowls crowded close IN the shad-
ows Of the caves.
He took one step out and looked up
inro the bowl Of blue. His tired eyes
searched 1t from horizon to zenith and
back to the hot level Of the earth. 1t
wns empty. Its hollow infnity pressed
down upon his breast with measure
less weight. He had come out for a
parley. remonstrance on his lips, but
he had forgotten that In the tropics
God walks only at night.
He turned. went back to his post and
sat down, dismissing Bathtub with a
nod. Andrea's eyes were still fixed In
a lghtless stare. Presently she began
TO speak. you bring me here, you
let me full Ill, you shame my body.
Ycu are like the men that strap down
Little dogs and open them. You are
like that. You have been staring at
Iay heart. at my bare lungs and all
the unnamable beastly things inside
of me. You leave me alone with a
nigger-when I'm torn open. l don {
hate you. You are nothing"
Her voice went On for long time.
He dropped his face in his hands, but
he did not try to stop his eers. They
listened TO all she Said,-lf7ty told him
she was suffering as he had known no
one ever to suffer before. Her spirit
spoNe from beyond pain. In that hour
he learned great truth. Pain is q
wI!l, q barrier. SO far and no farther
can flesh go and Still hold to the men,
cries, the fears and affections Of every
day life. Beyond that barrier Is void
where love itself Is stranger, where
lie ard death ere one and equally of
no account
He did not know whcr he fell asleep
or when her voice ceased, but On awak-
ea,ng such silence net him as struck
his heart cold. She was st!l!--stil. ga
death. Night hsd fallen, but he was
unaware of darkness. Re felt that
never again would he need light or
eyes or air TO breathe. he was cold
as though the Sun In setting had
slipped down ard out beyond any ris-
Ing. He leaned over and put his face
cioSe 10 heT Hp5s IHes were poi
Her hand was lying outside the Gov
erlet. He took it up gently. 1t was
warm and moist. She was sleeping.
He drew erect, his b ody tense in the
first realization Of 3 great and over
wh"lning relief; then his spirit melted
within him and his nerves relaxed from
The long, hard strain. His limbs cruln-
pied. his head nodded and fell for.
ward, lower and lower until, one arm
outstretched, ne lay with his face half