The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-04-02
CHAPTER x.

From that day Andrea's health be-
Trevor never tired of watching her;
never ceased to wonder at recovery
so rapid that It's daily transitions were
visible. 1t reminded him of one of the
marvels Of his boyhood An old man
had said to him one dawn, 'Hear the
corn growing, sonnyT and he laughed,
whereupon the granddad had taken
him by one ear and marched him to
the nearest furrow. "Pick out stalk
and watch 1t, you little egg-sucker,"
he commanded. "See 1t grow, If you
can't hear"
| Andrea was like that; she was I'M
! furling as though in the morning of
new youth. Never had her eyes been
brighter, never her cheeks so quick
1 to play with fire. Incidentally, she was
full Of a devil of mischievous remin-
iscent innuendo.
'It's all great joke now, young
lady," Trevor would defend himself,
"but If you'd seen what have of per-
nicious malaria, you'd keep grave for
n year. I've seen three Swahilis that
had nourished mosquitoes from their
youth up, fall like dogs, one after an
other, within mile and half of an
infected camp and the best of them
went stone blind for month
"Did you nurse them, White Man ?
Did you see them through"
These were the questions that drove
him nearest to desperation, but the
CLEAN In the eyes above the demure
mouth from which they issued inva-
riably warned him of the trap in time.
He was on his guard; he knew that
there were things between him and
Andrea that speech would turn into
CHASTITY skeletons walking by day and
which only consistent silence could
entomb. But so deep had grown his
sympathies that even in this he under
stood her. II was not that she was
perverse. but that her pride demanded
constant test Of his loyalty to her
other self-that internal self that had
lain barred, revealed and helpless In
his arms.
About those things which might have
aroused a legitimate curiosity, she
asked few questions. Without word
of inquiry she saw him despatch twelve
picked men on some mysterious mis-
sion whose intricacies and Importance
necessitated a preliminary palaver of
an hours duration. Equally silent, she
watched his detailed preparations of
a well-appointed safari. Tents were
brushed and set to air; cots and mat
tresses put out tor sun-bath; provi-
sions of all sorts packed In one-load
cases; water boiled, filtered and hung
In canvas coolers. Only a few days
before just such signs as these had
made her heart heavy with unanswer-
4 able questionings, but her illness had
changed all that. The successive mo-
\ ments Of the throbbing present each
lin Its turn filled her whole horizon.
She knew instinctively that he had
something big up his sleeve, ana that
he would shake It out on the slightest
provocation. She also had q long men,
DRY, and had no difficulty In recalling
his exact boast as to what he would
do when she was well. He was going
to take her in free fight. She was well
now, she reflected; she had never felt
better In her life, and II there was one
thing she hungered for more than an
other, II vas the promised combat.
There Is no telling how long An
drea's innate stubbornness would have
held out, nor ut what point Trevor's
evaporation would have driven him.
for their wordless contest was inter-
rupted by an event which he had both
foreseen and feared. They were sitting
at table sffsr dinner On .