Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1920-01-09

"what difference does 1t make? love
your youth as | already love your old
age. Put your arms around NV necl
look into my eyes and tell me you love
me, too"
Clinging to him, her head thrown
back. her eyes in his, she said, 81 love
you"
Again" commanded Trevor.
II love you"
And now, my little sweetheart. NV
own girl, just once more"
"Ah" begged Andrea, "don't make
me say it again; let me kiss you"
Five minutes later Trevor reluctant
Iy opened the door on the crool and
cried, "Bishopi"
One of the three white men sprane
to his feet. "God bless my SOUL" he
exclaimed, where did you come from !?
When did you get here? My dear
chap, what's happened to your face?"
Trevor, forgetful of his damaged ap-
pearance, put his hands to his lips
guiltily, as though he feared that some
mark had chung there to betray their
recent occupation; then he remem-
bered his singed and bandaged condi-
ton. "Oh that! :" he said. Nothing
nothing to speak of. Won't you
come in? I'll see your companions
later"
The bishop entered the hut and
raised his eyebrows inquiringly as Ire
vor closed the door. ''Mosquitoes?"
he murmured and politely didn't wait
for an answer. Charming quarters.
Quite the comfortable thing Then
he caught sight of Andrea who was
half-sitting on the corner of the tabl9
and swinging her free leg. Once more
his eyebrows went up but this time
with a snap that would have carried
them over the back of his head had
they not been rooted.
"The bishop Of Mona; the Honor
able Andrea Pellor," said Trevor in
businesslike tones.
$50 pleased, my lord" said Andrea
with a smile that turned into rip
ping laugh. IL beg your pardon"
she stammered, "b-but s-surprise
doesn't go we'll with your face
1t was true; the bishops astonish-
ment seemed to have startled his fea-
lures separately, scattering them over
his countenance at grotesque angles.
Andrea" he gasped, "Andrea Pellor"
eyes" said Trevor "that's the name.
Now, bishop, if you'll sit down, I'll
soon be able to satisfy you that the
arguments l used to get you here are
more than justified"
"Andrea Pellor!' repeated his lord
ship.
"You have it correctly, bishop" as
sured Trevor. won't you take this
chair?"
The bishops eyes gradually gath
cred themselves to a single focus on
Andreas face. young woman" he
said, "do you know that the entirel
world has been perturbed for weeks as
to your whereabouts? Do you know
that your family has been suffering
agonies of suspense as to your fate1
Do you know that the man to whom
you are betrothed has offered thou
sand pounds for your discovery alive?"
Andrea glanced triumphantly at Tire
vor "a thousand pounds" she muir
INJURED.
"Alive," he countered, also murmur-
ing.
The bishop raped on the table with
his knuckles do you know ali these
things?"
Andrea slipped from the table and
stood before her inquisitor "It's quite
natural" she said in a clean-cut tone
Trevor had never heard her use be-
fore, "that you should be a little ex'
cited. OF course, I'm dying to hear all
he news about the world and dear old
Aunty Gwen and things in general, but
10 let's sit down. It always seems Sc
greedy to me to gossip standing"
She turned from him to the chair
hat Trevor held for her and motioned
The suddenly tanned prelate to an
)ther His lips had snapped shut al
he shocking dispersion that he came
bearing tit-bits on his tongue and he
;at down on the extreme edge of the
seat as though by his pose
le would register a continued but
ilent protest,
"You wouldn't think to look at him.,
aid Andrea to Trevor, "that in half
IN hour he'll be taking comfort out OF
hat chair and out of a good cigar and
nut of long drink" Her eyes
aughed at the bishop in just the way
0 take the edge off her words.
He slowly smiled and just as Slowly
lid back into the depths of the chair;
is hands, without the aid of his eyes,
ound the box of cigars that Trevor
cid out to him and his lips formed,
! reply to a murmured inquiry, the
words, "a small one, please
mot at all mahogany" Then he