The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-01-20
SYNOPSIS.


CHAPTER I:--Andrea Pellor, handsome
daughter OF Lord Pellor, impecunious
aristocrat, Is doomed to marry an illit-
crate but wealthy middle aged diamond
from her hotel in South Africa and dis
covers an aviator about to fly from the
beach. Impulsively, OF course imagining
that the trip will be merely pleasant
excursion, and = welcome relief from
thoughts of her impending loveless mar
rlage she begs TO be taken for flight.
although she does not know him. He
somewhat unwiliingly agrees. and they
start. 'f
His words were half a question d
It was so that Andrea understood them.
She drew a deep sigh, shrugged her
bare shoulders and turned sQuarely to
her companion. ut is too bad" she
said, repeating his words with bitter
emphasis. shat I can't forget that on
this night lose everything that mat
ters--too bad can't brush catastrophe
and ruin aside for the sake Of fool
moon and a cigarette"
As she spoke, the man braced him
self. Everything that matters" he
repeated "Ruinl What have you lost
that matters? Wherein have you been
ruinedY
The girl stared at him, open-eyed.
"You know who l am, what / stand
for in my world, and how that world
will make chasm that l can never
recross after this night and you can
sit there and say II doesn't matter and
ask where's the ruin?,, AZ -t4t4,
The man looked away from her tense
face. 1.-THE things that natter" he
said quietly, "are health-.-first of body
and then of soul-honor that can stand
tilone, and the flame of an inner lamp.
There Smoothing else that really counts
md you've lost none of these. AS for
'uin-" He turned his eyes back to
Ter and in them was a CLEAN of quiz
deal challenge. ="Shall 1 define ruin
or your" %. ~ e.
''Please do" said Andrea, unsmiling.
RUIN" said the man, 'is burial.
Whether it's Pompeii or an entire CIV
lization lying under strata Of ten
thousand years stride Of time--or an
idividual rotting under the sod Of
conventions. It's all one and the same
thing. Routine Is tomb and when
you go SO deep In It's foul air that you
can't keep burning Me flame of that
inner lamp ! mentioned, why you're
dead to every intent and every pur-
pose. That, Andrea Pellor, is ruin"
He used her name without prefix.
but without familiarity; simply as q
cOrollary to his stark frankness She
realized this almost suboonsciously.
Her thoughts fingered on the substance
OF what he had said. but when she
spoke she proved herself woman.
Speaking Of names, what Is yoursY'
she asked.
"liinef My nnmei" said the man.
startled ont of his role. He stared
absently through and beyond her.
"Why, I haven't anyhow. Not that
amounts to anything" His eyes came
back to her. "Cail me Mr.. White Man
as you have begun--just White Man
when you feel genial. II you ever do"
well, Mr.. White Man." said Andrea,
with emphasis, what you said about
ruin didn't pass quite over my head.
I believe you spoke with genuine sin
certify and that. as you doubtless re-
member, Is conversational bad taste.
Somehow 1t didn't bore me. but do you
really think that women are persuaded
BY words?" f+o'7 g.
The man dropped his eyes. mo"
he said listlessly. 81 don't. 1 know.
but l had forgotten, that women are
persuaded by love Alone"
"WhatW cried Andrea.
Women" said the man, know no
conversion except through love-"
II have no interest whatever In your
distinctions" said Andrea angrily. ~
don't care what you think on any sub
tect under the sun. At this moment
there is only one thing that concerns
me--only one" She turned from him.
threw her bare arms across the table
and dropped her face against them
what is to become Of met What do
1 care about women7 I care about
myself, about Andrea Pellor."
II am glad that you do said the
man, and added grimly. III you cry,
IL Won even start to cry I shall IN