The Mena weekly star., 1920-04-29

man chose a landingsa the foot of the ClifT road. quarter of a mile away from the steep path by which Andres had made her descent. As the safari began to form on the beach Trevor turned to Andrea. We're going to your old hotel, you know. It's really the only one. If you prefer, can send for motor-cai. for you and myself but we'd have to wait half an hour Andrea caught her breath as she realized that 1t was only minutes before she would be in collision with a world. Her eyes ran down the line of their marching column already on the edge of an incongruous setting, but still impressing with that subtle digni- ty which the free and half-naked black takes with him everywhere and which is born of his absolute indifference to standards not his own.
 Let us go down at the head of our men," she answered.
 You are right" said Trevor, pleased at her shrewd judgment. eve mortals,' he added, "don't always rec 0gnize the importance of fighting an atmosphere with an atmosphere. To go in as cock of our own walk is 8 thousand times better than a motor. car and the back door,"
 Andrea nodded T felt it but could not put 1t in words like that"
 As Trevor. the white head of a quarter-mIle-long and glistening black serpent of humanity, swung in be. tween the gateposts of the hotels i'm. posing portals. the ever-opportune Marguerite stretched his neck, raised his barrel-head and prayed. Above that raucous cry sounded the sponta- neous and uncomfortable peal of An drea's silver laughter.
 The groups of men and women all but one--on the hotel veranda stop. ped in their various occupations as though paralyzed; drinks paused half way to thirsty lips, cigarettes burned unconscious fingers, knitting needles poised instantaneously-al but one pair. The manipulator of the excep. ton was dear but very proper old lady wearing cap of filmy lace on her plentiful white hair and enough filr-'- lace on her person to make the porch chair. in which she sat, look like a stall at Red Cross bazaar. She was knitting vast khaki-colored sweater and at the sound of Andrea C iKuEhf9r She gave no Sign beyond purs- ing her withered lips while she meth odIcally finished off the stitch upon which she had been engaged.
 That done. she raised a pair of beady black eyes so wonderfully alive that it seemed impossible they be- longed to her wrinkled face and fash ed one look at Andrea and one at Ire vor. Well. my dear" she said calmly, presumably to the former, its re- lief to have you back apparently alive and well
 No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she was swept into Andrea's impetuous embrace. "0h, Aunty Gwen Oh. you old dearl"
 The lady defended herself with con. siderable energy and was heard to grumble that even kissing had de generated into a rough pastime. Hay ing rescued herself from Andreas arms, she said. Now that that is over you will please go to your room and change from that outlandish circus costume; you'll find everything as you left 1t except for new lock on the door,
 Andrea glanced at Trevor and lean ed over to whisper imploringly in her aunt's ear
 Your husband?" enunciated the old lady clearly. Well, that's a relief too; but I prefer to meet hirn else where and after you have presented documentary evidence. By the way, she added with ominous emphasis as she resumed her knitting, Harry is still here
 q should say I am." exclaimed a youth in the trim uniform of the Fly. ing Corps, as he stepped out from the hotel door. Hello. Sister Andy" Thep his eyes fell on Trevor. slow smile of happy welcome spread over his face. Well, I'll be .d--!'' he exclaim- ed fervently. ID you know, Trevor. I've, been saying from the first. Cher chez the fiying-machlne.' Come in and let me watch you have a drink"
 Trevor, quIvering under the pressure of the control he had summoned to carry him through the trying mo. ment and filled with an immediate love and admiration for Auniy Gwen. paused to direct his following to q nearby vacant lot.
 "Is that marriage tip straight? 2 asked Harry.
 Straight as the good bishop of Mo ma and two other missionary Johnnies could make it," replied Trevor.
 Harry was thoughtful for moment, then he said, Well. Trevor, I don f know how you're fixed for proof but you know that through lean years and fat. I'm for you from the break in balk. As one sportsman. to another, congratulate you on putting one over on that up-country animated leather sack of vintage wines By the way. yon .,,,tsuo Ii.r.x .wx,f t<, ,.,f~., bf,,,