The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-02-06


right port and lunchlng with him once"
Andrea's hand went to her breast
and stayed there as though to imprison
her fiuttering heart. "White Man."
she said, ''please don't do that to me
again-ever. You see, I've always been
silly about things that get hurt"
"Forgive me-" he said. II was
thoughtless."
Careless, perhaps; thoughtless,
never" said Andrea, smiling once more.
"Well," she went on, clasping her
hands and throwing her head back,
I'm for your sister. The woman that
could make up that trunk is genius"
"She would be-" remarked the man
enigmatically.
Andrea paused In her thoughts; then
came wide awake and looked at him
narrowly.
"white Man, didn't a woman make
up that trunk7'
'No, there are few women living
that could. Think 1t out. That trunk
was all bone, muscle and sinew-with
an after-dinner cigarette at the bot
tom. Why, the last time ! saw Maisie
she had two small moving vans and O
wicker house she thought she was
going to bring with her. I'd fixed II
with a quartermaster to drop the lo'
overheard In the night and at the last
moment. She never even heard Of this
/ trunk"
During his long speech the color hat
been rising in Andrea's cheeks. y
don't think I like you as much as
did," she said slowly. Somehow yor
were getting too good to be true. YOU
bought and packed all those things
yourself"
He met her gaze steadily. "Don't,
he whispered, "don't let's be old"
"All right" said Andrea with a quicl
shrug of one shoulder. "But you've
known lots of women, haven't your
"You exaggerate," he answered, smil
ing. I've met lots Of women"
"Pshawl" said Andrea. THAT'S an
other old crock of shibboleth. SOM
men know lots about women-a joll!
sight too much"
"That's different from knowing won
en-" said Msungo quietly. "It's NJ
shlbboleth, that old belief. Woman
| to man, Is an eternal voyage Of dis
covery-a land Of valleys aud peaks
Of lights and shadows, Of storm ant
aching reace. Continents and ocean
are lost In her untraveled heart, ant
when she throws wide her arms. tn
way is open to Heaven and He'll"
"rm going to bed" murmured An
drea, and stole away.
It was Just as well for Andrea tina
she had gone early to bed. for at Nv
J o'clock of the next morning o roc
was hurled at her door that almos
J burst 1t in.
didn't that get herr yelled Msur
COS voice from half across the kraa
.No. Master" answered Bathtut
'sfissis sleep plenty hard, same fk
plckanin."
: She slipped on her bathrobe, opene
! the door and put out her head. "Wer
you calling met" she asked with earl
. morning dignity.
ii aNot exactly" answered the whit
! man In the same tone. breakfast
, twenty minutes; bath when you com
, home" He turned to give orders
q group of his captains.
/, Andrea was instantly thrilled to u
E new adventure. She called to Bathtu
4 to bring her washstand and water IN
( rubbed one bare foot against the oth'
I In impotence until he was out OF u
way; then she dressed feverishiy an
r ran out.
s In ten minutes they had breakfastet
J, In I'VE more they were on. A long LII
Of blacks preceded them. behind can
,. Msungo's gunbearer, water boys. Bat
tub. q carrier or two. and an ancieI
!. donkey half hidden under an enormol
cowboy saddle.
II swhat a funny looking old donkey
e remarked Andrea. "What's he forf'
@For you. when you get tired" q
It swered Msungo.
1t Really For mef' said Andre
X awhat's his nameT
Msungo threw back his head a
o. laughed softly. why" be said.
le never thought I'd have to ten any
N when I named him. We cal him M
err guerite. named him after a frie
e, Of nine"
rs 'swas she as ugly as al that7"
I'd sOh, no. She's about the pretti'
:" woman I ever knew. but she was j.
at llIke him inside. Try 70 head him
some tine"
rs the best way to head on q woma
unused Andrea. is to marry her.