The Mena weekly star., 1920-01-15

sssHie Vul eight months ago my sister
 was with me-just about your size [ just about your age. That trunk was meant for her and had been sent ahead with my kit. She never needed it."
 He paused and added, q lost her at Cape Town"
 "Ohl" cried Andrea, too-ready tears springing to her eyes.
 Yes he continued calmly. Ut was pretty bad. She married cub of ns l officer and is traipsing around tn, world on the chance of hitting the right port and lunching 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 i again-ever. You see, I've always been silly about things that get hurt" Forgive me-" he said. T 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 woman make up that trunk?"
 "No, there are few women living that could. Think it out. That trunk was all bone, muscle and sinew-with an after-dinner cigarette at the bot tom. Why the last time I saw Maisie she had two small moving vans and a wicker house she thought she was going to bring with her. I'd fixed il with quartermaster to drop the lot overheard in the night and at the last mumsnt. She never even heard of this | trunk"
 During his long speech the color had been rising in Andrea's cheeks. ''l don't think I like you as much as did,' she said slowly. "Somehow you 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 quick shrug of one shoulder. But you've known lots of women, haven't you?' You exaggerate," he answered, smil. Ing. I've met lots of women" "Pshawi" said Andrea. That's an- other old crock of shibboleth Some men know lots about women-a jolly sight too much"
 'That's different from knowing wom en- said M'sungo quietly. 'It's no shibDoleth, that old belief. Woman, to man, is an eternal voyage of dis covcry--8 land of valleys and peaks, of lights and shadows, of storm and aching peace. Continents and oceans are lost in her untraveled heart, and when she throws wide her arms, the way is open to Heaven and He'll" I'm going to bed" murmured An drea, and stole away. It was just as we'll for Andrea that she had gone early to bed, for at five o'clock of the next morning rock was hurled at her door that almost burst it In.
 Didn't that get herr" yelled Msun- go's voice from half across the kraaI. No, Master" answered Bathtub. "Missis sleep plenty hard. same like pickanin.'
 She slipped on her bathrobe, opened the door and put out her head. Were you calling mel" she asked with early morning dignity.
 Not exactly" answered the white man in the same tone. Breakfast in twenty minutes: bath when you come home" He turned to give orders to d group of his captains. Andrea was instantly thrilled to the new adventure. She called to Bathtub to bring her washstand and water and rubbed one bare foot against the other In impatience until he was out of the way; then she dressed feverishly and ran out
 h ten minutes they had breakfasted {; In five more they were off. 4 long line of blacks preceded them, behind came Msungo's. gunbearer, water boys, Bath tub, a carrier or two, and an ancient donkey half hidden under an enormous ! cowboy saddle.
 What funny looking old donkey '" remarked Andrea. "What's he for?"
 For you, when you get tired" an- swered M'sungo.
 Really For me7" said Andrea. "Whats his name?'' Msungo threw back his head and laughed softly. Why" he said, q never thought I'd have to tell any one when named him. We call him Mar guerite. named him after friend of mine."
 (To be continued}
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