The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1920-02-04
t.onllnued from Last Wcek.)

CHAPTER IX-Next day Andrea Is
seized with a violent attack Of pcrnicioua
malaria and for three days White Man
discovery, of their love for each other.
Andrea learns that her companion is
flyer. victim Of nervous shock and inca
pacitatcd for work in the air. The trip
to the coast; where he met Andrea. was
undertaken through necessity, and he Is
afraid to risk her safety In another
ascent.
There was distant rattle Of
dozen punting-pOles cropped across
the thwart@, spoken word or two
that carried mnrveloWly across the
still night, and then Il long silence sud
denly shattered by hnllowing voica:
"Shin nhoy Show your port and star.
board i;glts, d yom. How in The
h'--.- dyou think Xii u.uke tho clan.
nel3"
Andrea rose quickly and laid her
ear to q crack in the door. Her pulse
was beating fast, but she was smiling.
She heard Trevor come out and pres
emily she heard him speak. His voice
was almost unrecognizablc. 1t was go
cold and so 'ncisive, like sharpened
steel. In strange incongrulty, the
words he let fall were like drops Of
molte:' metal.
"Helo, MacCloster, you dirty, drunk
en- brute! What's your price to go
away from here tonight? can offer
: you" n 'case-of Bols and MI the kafflr
dOga IN the craal to see you off,"
The words and their manner as
founded Andrea; for moment 1t
seemed to her that these two men
must be joking. Then she felt the i'm
pucT of an undercurrent Of malevOlence
such as she had never in her life i'm
agned, much less encountered She
Quivered to the thought that here was
Trevor absolutely without gloves at
last, every word an Intentionally naked
blow.
"Trevor," said Manchester in an oily
voice that was strangely softcned and
indescribably aggravnting, II like you.
can't help llkin' you; you're so d
unbibllcal. Not whisper about a
sanguinary fatted calf You go right
to my heart with case Of gin. ac-
cept; bring it out"
"No," said Trevor. 'Tll send it up.
I'll haveI waiting for you by the time
you get back If you don't rot and fall
apart on the way"
"There you CO." said Manchester,
pleasantly, "always cheerful, warm
welcome on your tongue" Then, with
a change that was like thunder-clap :
"Send 1T mp, you dunghill bantam
Why the h haven't you sent my
music box?"
Andrea pressed her hands, her face
and her whole body against the door.
She was trembling slightly, but she
was not frightened her intelligence
was too busy. 1t had leaped to an un.
derstanding OF J,revor's part In what
was going on outside. She forgot that
she had ever thought 1t mere battle
Of tongues. She could imagine this
man, Manchester, rs mountain OF
Drawn and s!new asainst which IRE.
vor was deliberately opposing all the
moral weight of the old fighting slo
gan, "Bully n bully"
More than that; she could now fee
that the suppressed hatred she had
guessed Ut tncIT WOFuS lau come DOlu
ly into the open and that 1t was In O
sense labored and forced only because
its intensity was beyond actual ex
preston. These men were stripped
to almost unbelievable nakedness--
rapier and brOadswOrd, tapping, thirst
ing nightly for hearts blood ant
nothing less. In comparison with hel
own little struggle with Trevor, the en-
counter assumed the proportions Of {
meeting Of elements.
IL didn't send It," said Trevor soft
ly, because didn't want to remint
myself you were still unburicd. BE
Sides 1t looks so clean"
II know" interrupted Manchester
Once more his astonishingly flexible
voice changed Its tone to one OF un
feigned calm. II can understand, o
course" he remarked conversational
ly, "you dislike the idea Of carrlon II
conjunction with the virgin polish o
q mahogany box. Well, let's have
look at the thing"
III don't remember having seen yO,
SO sober before" said Trevor, IN TIL
same easy tone, and from Its SCUM