The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-01-23

lurked in the corner Of her eye, ac-
cused her of dallying and almost said
cloud, Eventually! why not now?"
Finally she slipped Off the rest of her
dainty clothes and with eyes screwed
tight shut, CROPPED for the presence,
seized it and put it on in two parts.
"Oh!" she gasped in a rage, "that
| should have to wear that beasts silk
pajamasl" She put out the light,
hurled herself at the cot, curled up
like a kitten, drew the sheet over her
head, cuddled into the pillow and
sobbed, "Poor Andrea Poor Andrea
Pel-Pe-"
Brutal, elemental sleep had choked
the words in her throat.
There is no telling when Andrea
would have awaked had it not been
for Bathtub, who Numbered on her
door at the scandalously late hour in
that cline of eight in the morning.
bath ready, Missis! Bath ready,
Missisl" he was chanting monoto-
nously. She arose, put on her cloak,
opened the door and rubbed her eyes
at the shock of a monday glare.
The boy grinned from ear to ear.
"Bath readyw he exclaimed with a
happy finality and bearing towels and
soap led her to the newly constructed
little hut in the yard. He placed the
paraphernalia on q chair set close to
collapsible canvas tub and from
neighboring smoldering fire fetched a
big tin of water.
"Hot water!' cried Andrea. "Why,
I'm boiling myself. Bring me cold
water"
Gold water no good" affirmed Bath
tub as he emptied the tin.
But / wish cold water" said An
drea.
Gold water plenty no good for
white Missis," reafilrmed Bathtub and
withdrew, carefully closing the door
behind him.
Andrea enjoyed the bath and learned
In ten minutes the soundness Of the
tropical rule that it had taken some
old-timer ten years to evolve: The hot
ter the day the hotter the water. Feel
ing refreshed, almost cool, she started
back to her room, but stopped on the
veranda, her eyes held by sundry things
on the table, mans soft shirt, freshly
ironed, a roll Of khaki cloth, scissors,
a thimble and one of those pepper-pot
tins of assorted needles. She stared
at them long and helplessly, her lower
lip trembling; then she went in, put
on her things except her frock and
covered Its lack with her cloak. She
did her hair last Of all, by way of
change, and just as she finished heard
Bathtub's call to breakfast.
Neither white man nor black was In
evidence, but even so the day passed
swiftly, so many were the new features
of the craal's changing scene. She
chose book at random; had her ham,
mock-chair dragged into the shade Of
the dining tree and stretched out 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 off the far-carrylng
report, six times repeated, of high
powered rifle.
Bathtub, squatted near by, looked
up with beatiic smile. Master" he
stated.
1t 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 gormandlzing anticipation
as he bresthed the word, ''MasterI"
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 ulululooing Of
the women they began to come In,
beast after beast, each trussed to
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
craal. but passed through it, chant
ing wildly as though they were en-
gagged in a perverted Bacchanalian
pageant Of blood. Women and chill
dren streamed after them. and even
Bathtub looked longingly in the direc-
fion they had gone.