The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1920-02-21
CHAPTER x.-Continued.

lin tense figure for once made free
# that domain that is beyond art, be-
-ond genius and is called quite simply,
lift of God. With toss and a back
ward shake of the mans great head,
he voice climbed smoothly to that stu
lendous high C that has wrecked the
reputation of many pygmies and
brought fame to daring few. 1t held
md still held until earth and moon and
stars seemed little things that paused
10 listen. INSTRUCTED in unimportant
courses. Breath suspended until her
lungs were near TO bursting, Andrea
waited for that note To come down in
% the range of normal belief, but TO
her mind at least it was destined TO
hang eternally in the heavens, for the
nan had turned.
Her eyes knew horror for the first
time. The mans face was half oblit-
Grated. Ii had been plOwed by contiu-
INT smallpox and destroyed by worse
disease. The nose was gone. leaving
IN ignOble ruin of stripped cartilage,
Tried in the air till il was like wealth
red parchment. One ear had been
nvaged in a clean cut so that it rose
o a needle-pOint. That the wounds
ere healed only added an memorable
1aIty to their responsiveness.
Only the mans thick red lips and
: blazing eyes seemed TO have es
ped the pestilence. As his startled
we fell upon Andrea his mouth
pened to wide. sOundless laugh
18th broad shoulders stopped, his alb
ormally low-hanging hands curved NJ
Ike monstrous talOns and his shagg!
card wagging to that silent laughter
advanced upon her, encircled he
aist with his fingers and shot her VI
shtly SO that she fell doubled acrOs
: back and chest. He gave a Low
histle and sped from the craal at Al
credible pace. The bOat-boys aros
ealthily and fitted after him.
To Andrea's TRANSMITTING terror wa
.ded memory-a fieeting glimpse
Trevor, standing. hands in pocket:
fore his door. On his face was ar
'r-cold. white, unforgiving ange
ne thought she cried out to MacClo:
to stop, to give her but one momer
explain, to beg forgiveness,
'ovel at the feet of the one man
y the world, but no sound came froI
| rr lips
Not until she stood tottering on III
inted bottom of MacCloster's boat di
Re come back to her heart and yeir
nd lungs. She threw up her hea
nd screamed as she had never know
lortal could scream-a wild, terro
inged wall of desperate appeal. Ma
loster snatched tiller from rudde
truck her across the shoulder
nocked her, face down. into. fet
ilge-water.
The stencil of the stale water pr
uced i'm her a reaction; ii was
auseating that II momentarily dro
thoughts of all other things from n
lind. She drew away from il an
rawling to the grated floor of SIN;
ockpit, crouched in the corner form
" the gunwale and the after thwa
lust to her left, so close that ev
With head bowed she could not ave
seeing his enormous feet, sat MacCl'
ter
He talked TO her steadily in a m
tering undertone. but long til
rassed before she began to distingul
me word from another. The mutt
ng swelled slowly TO a clear a
LIQUID enunciation; the voice beca
Ike music indebted. But no Ions
could IL drug her senses; she sh'
dered. cringed under its terri
caress. Its beauty had become fore
leprous.
Dear, lovely, vile and sullen p
son." It was saying, "who would ma
thought il? Who would have imagir
that you, a Helen among women, y
sessed of beauty. youth and a rea
lovely evening frOck. should n;
come so far for man? Cheer
You've found two; one dunghill b
tam and-and me-"
He laughed. not silently and still
unite aloud. Ii was an extraordin
sound. Ii awoke in Andrea chord
memory. 1t was not the stereotyl
laughter of the stage; ii was more
ciolized than that. Then she rem
bered. His was not the laugh OF
individual: il was the clipped. sta'
10. maddeningly deliberate. Hal
HABITAT Hal Ha!" of chorus
constructors in the "Ballo in \
= chera."
( Il ask you, who could have imagi
= u?" he continued: then. his VI
q thlckening to a sinister intensity.
n added. Il could, d your soft
& cass. Women Fair women. Ha
j Hal Dreams of fair womenl Ga
y shawn of hell! Pestilence that s
q nv day and Turk in the shadows
81 NIGHT and wine. DamnatiOn of
81 filthy byways of the world, para'
q in the sweet likeness of God
) Andrea suddenly looked up. stra
N into his blazing eyes. you your
b are speaking" she said in
q voice. II am a woman, weak, m
4 abIe-never so miserable as in
: awful night-but I'm not COW
| can forgive not you but what
\ say. for you cried out just now fire.
q hell infinitely deeper than mine.
Of The blaze of light in MacClos
NJ owes died 10 q hrooding glow. T