The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1920-02-20
CHAPTER vI.-continued.

Certainly" he answered, absorbed
In his topic. Exchanged wher'
there's another daughter available
where there isn't, money is refunded
by order of the courts. But what
was driving at Is that In spite of tn,
contention mentioned above, whereve
woman is concerned a black cal
never get 1t out Of his head that sh'
can be replaced at the regular marke
price. Now you've got the kernel o.
his whole attitude toward women"
$50 If 1t had been you they wouldn
have laughed and yelled"
I'm this case, yes" he said. "They
most certainly would, because the,
had no direct responsibility. But
where responsibility attaches the rule
for rlen is life for life, and it's a
rule that has no exceptions. Anyone
can brain woman II he feels like IL
and get away with the Identical obolc
her husband paid for her."
You seem to be great admirer OF
rhe native social system" said Andrea
quietly.
II am" answered M'sungo. "For
natives, of course"
Are you sure you're not bit faint
ed with 1t for yourself?"
Sure" he answered promptly
That's part Of the secret of my grip
on every country I've shot over. I'm
aloof I've never turned my back on
the White Mans God. Circular A is
not for me-
whats Circular Az"
He hesitated. "Circular A." he said
6nally, us the regulation that governs
the relations between British officials
under the colonial office and the WON.
en- Of the tribes they govern"
'Tm British" said Andrea, after q
pause, land blush for the necessity
you are prompt like most Of u.s.
said M'sungo, ito sit in judgment be
fore any force of nature that you've
never felt. Poor devils of clean-bret
youngsters Take one that / knew
Three weeks training under his prede
eessor, crazy to leave; a hundred
thousand natives under his sole rule
one, perhaps two, bearded white faces
year. The long, long days after the
sportsman has been swallowed by the
pot-hunter when game becomes just
meat And then, the fatal hour al
dusk when passing native girl--any
girl-looks to him like some woman al
homel He marries, not by canonicals
perhaps, but by the common law of
the land, and the people at home
shout cruelty him., but in the end it's
God alone that will Judge his agony
and measure the price"
He stopped speaking and for long
time they Travelled in silence. The sun
was sinking fast--so fast that il
seemed to be dropping by jerks, like
the loose hand of grandfather
clock
There is no twilight in the tropics
said M'sungo, ''by the deliberate judg-
nlent of God who knows the capacity
Of the chart of man and would not
have it burst"
Il can feel what you mean," an
swered Andrea, "even though you
haven't really said it in words. The
heart can hold just so much beauty
and no more; and even now, mine is
aching!"
andrea Pellor," said Msungo, "you
have the faculty of your sex. You
have pinned the butterfly"
She felt a sudden revulsion, A rage
at this man, this stranger. who talked
as she imagined he would fight, with
out gloves. Her eyes narrowed. 'By
the way, when Marguerite bolted, just
what was it you shouted at me?"
He paused in his stride so suddenly
that the doing donkey butted into him
and almost knocked him over. "Ehi
What?" he asked to gain time.
"Come on" persisted Andrea. "Just
say it again-what you shouted"
SWELL" lied M'sungo, Il may not
remember the exact words, but 1t was
to the effect that you'd better head
him off or jump OFF"
Something like that" said Andrea
incisively, only shorter. You yelled,
Marry him or jump OFF,"
Il believe you're right" said M'sun-
90, and added, apologetically, you
see, didn have much time to think.
Exactly" ~aid Andrea 'Instinc-
lively all you saw was joke, like
every niger in the line. You didn't
care what happened to me. l might
have been Drained under that tree
and you hnew it and all you could
think of was that you just had time to