The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-01-24
SYNOPSIS.

CHAPTER I.-Andren Pellor, handsome
daughter of Lord Pellor. impecunious
Is d9Swed e s A. ls
mine owner. She dlsconsolateiy wanders
from her hotel In South Africa and dis
covers an aviator about to fly from the
that the trip will be merely a pleasant
excursion, and a welcome relief from
thoughts Of her impending lovcless mar
rage, she begs to DO taken for n flight.
although she does not know him. He
somewhat unwillingly agrees, and they
start,
CHAPTER 1fI.-Andrea Is given q
and wonders at its completeness. White
Man invites her to dinner that evening,
and In spite Of the fact that he has re-
fused to take her back 70 civilization An
tinues deaf to her pleading that he re.
store her to her friends.
Neither white man nor black was in
evidence, but even so the day passed
swiftly, so many were the new features
of the kraals changing scene. She
chose book at random had her ham,
mock-chair dragged into the shade Of
the dining tree and stretched ont to
her first lesson In lazy content. Grad
ually she grew drowsy with the heat
but not so sleepy that she, failed to
hear from away of the far-carrying
report, six times repeated, Of u high
powered rifle.
Bathtub. squatted near by, looked
up with a beatific smile. Master" he
stated.
II was two hours later when the
incident was repeated in every detail
save that the shots came from still
farther away: and about three hours
after, once more the thing happened.
Bathtub rolled his eyes and Rugged
himself in gormandizing anticipation
rs he breathed the word, MASTER"
Andrea was vaguely Interested until
the sequel to those eighteen shots
began to arrive and then she was
stunned with horror. Amid the shouts
of men and the shrill ululuioOing Of
, the women they began to come In,
beast after beast, each trussed to a
pole and borne by six, sometimes eight.
naked and straining blacks.
First to arrive were five sable ante
lOpe, beautiful even In death, the proud
sweep of their glorious horns inverted
thick tongues dragging in the dust.
The bearers did not stop within the
kraal, but passed through it, chant
ing wildly as though they were en-
gagged in u perverted Bacchanalian
pageant of blood. Women and chill
dren streamed after them, and even
Rathtub looked longingly in the diysc-
ton they had gone.
Scarcely had the hullnbolco nj tfr,r
passing died into the distance VITA !
new contingent arrived. NJ .arsp,
M'sungo," the one word Sbs kLs7.
cropped out from their jRGrw .ry,c
the steady recurrence of a i-t.hg
fugue. What they bore We're Ec E'tnc-
beeste, male and female, bufe,ns Of
the plains, still pitlfully GO esque,
their horselike tails trailing lie dis
couraged funeral plumes.
"Oh, White Man." guspcd Andrea,
covering her eyes, "oh, M'sungo!"
And then II came again, four loads
this time, but every one MS big as a
horse. Eight men strained under each
! carcass of Gland, largest and gentlest
of all the hundred varieties of ante
lope that swarm over the length and
breadth of Africa.
Andrea arose, but her knees trem-
bled so that she quickly sat down in
one of the wicker chairs, clutching it's
arms with hands gone white us though
all the blood in her body had hidden
| In shame. Then came the white man,
followed by gunbearers, water-boy and
trackers. His face and his bare arms
were streaked with sweat and dust.
His shirt and trousers chung to him in
great dark blots Of moisture. He
nodded to Andrea as he made straight
for his hut.
Suddenly her strength came back
,, to her She sprnng up and rushed to