The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1920-03-26

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are you good for, anyway? Do you
realize that gave up a case OF gin
for you and that case Of gin in these
troubled times is worth all of three
pounds sterling?"
Andrea WINGED. $50 I'm really not
worth three pounds" she said half to
herself.
Manchester heard and took quick
pity on the wistfulness In her voice.
well" he said, comfortingly. II
wouldn't say that. Where it was
question Of sentiment or matter of
having something pretty around the
house man might go further. Why,
even among the blacks"
He paused, looked calculatingly at
her and then went on: "Old-timers will
tell you that there are two qualities
that don't exist in Africa at all one Is
gratitude and the other Is affection.
think they're right about the first, but
about the second. know better. There
are cases where black likes partic-
ular woman, and when that happens
his face Is marked by a peculiar look
l know it and every time / catch sight
Of 1t I'm two extra pounds in pocket"
"Why?" asked Andrea. "What do
you mean?"
"Why, my dear2 Don't you know?
Didn't Trevor tell you that Tm-Im
in trader"
HE said" answered Andrea, that
you were engaged in some horrible
business. but that he couldn't conceive
what 1t was. l was very curious then,
but now I really don't care"
"Finicking, growing prude p ex-
claimed Manchester, his mind on Ire
vor "Why, it's the most legitimate
hundred per cent little business that
ever crawled out of big brain. If 1t
wasn't for me this whole back coun-
try would run short of wives"
You mean you buy and sell wom-
en?" asked Andrea.
mo, not exactly" answered Mac
Closter. II raise them. I'm the legal
possessor of hundred and eighty-two,
or five, or six, wives. Can't just re-
member"
"Oh!' gasped Andrea, cvsuching still
farther into her corner.
"There you CO." said Manchester,
calmly. "Don't let your imagination
run away with you, my dear. l said
I'm the legal possessor and l mean
just that. But what's the use Of talk
ing. You'll see"
All through the night and well into
the next day the boat travelled stead
lily upstream. Manchester yawned pro-
digiously three or four times, but
never gave up the tiller to boy"
In the early morning they entered a
long reach of the stream f1anked on
both sides by fiat plains. Manchester
stood erect and his eyes made the cir
| cult of the horizon. Nothing" he
said. "If he could have beaten us to
this our name would have been Den
mis-. He's given up his. favorite little
| spotted hen. Flap your wings and say
| good-by."
Andrea's heart, already low, sank a
lot lower. Not once through the night
had she closed her eyes and she knew
now that she had been hoping and
praying that the first CLEAN of morn
ing would find Trevor the avenger, on
the bank. She could not know, as did
Manchester, that an impossible forest
of unbroken thorn stretched for miles
between the two camps. There was
Just one open road to MacCloster's-
the river-and on that no other boat
could equal the speed of his own.
Say" said Manchester, moved by a
sudden thought, sis there anyone that
would give lot of money for your"
Andrea's brows drew together in
honest valuation of what was left of
her old self. Il don't, know" she said
meekly. perhaps not now"
"What would he give for your" Mac
Closter asked. jerking his beard over
his shoulder.
He said he wouldn't give three
pounds" answered Andrea in a still,
small voice. She began to cry
MacCloster's eyes grew round with
fright. "Oh. come now" he protested.
Here you've been hours without even
thinking of that ID old trick. Stop
itr he roared suddenly. stop 1T or
I'll mash your head in"
81 wish you would" sobbed Andrea
| and cried harder than ever.
Manchester rolled his eyes heaven
ward as though he implored aid. Ills
ten," he said, talking into tho sky.
Listen and I'll tell you what I'll do.
Are you listening?"
YES" gasped Andrea.
"Well," said Manchester. "You've
been lot of trouble to me and a big
loss. You can't expect dry man to
| forget whole case of schnapps. Now
| I'm going to let you write him a note
and If you can get him to give three
cases of gin for you. why he can have
you, d"n him."
Andrea stopped crying, sat up
straight and dabbed her eyes with her
very dirty fingers, but there was a
strange, set took in her face that made
Manchester doubt her sudden cure.
"Will you do it?' he asked.
"Never," said Andrea.