The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1920-02-05

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In the afternoon, the white man ap-
peared, when he arose. saluted and
then made a solemn gesture toward
the load others had carried.
The white mans eyes lighted up:
he seemed more cheerful than be had
been in days.
He spoke to the black In dialect,
whereupon he grasped a single handle
OF the trunk, and with one smooth
movement passed it over his shoulder
right side up to the crown of his head.
He then marched with it into Audrea's
Gaia.
She sprang up. "Why!" she ex
claimed and then added, her heart
sinking within her, You don't think
that's one of mine, do your Because
1t isn't"
She watched to see his face fall, but
1t didn't. From his pocket he took a
bunch of keys, quickly slipped one
from the ring ana handed II to her
please open the trunk. It's certainly
yours, as Is all that it contains" He
turned from her and added, "By the
way, I'm dining in khaki tonight"
AS Andrea walked slowly to her
room, clutching the key tightly, she
confessed to herself that she was being
eaten alive by curiosity. 'If only"
she breathed, there should happen to
be one whole pair Of stockings!
Half an hour later, when every last
| fhinU tho tr,p1y h,l a,nxs-ol $3.50.
piled upon her cot, she went to the
door and closed 1t softly; then re-
turned to drop on her knees, throw
her arms wide across the accumula.
ton, bury her hot face against one
article after another and kiss eact
in turn!
There Is every reason to enumerate
that pile of dry goods If only to put
on record for the benefit Of the sport.
ing world In general a list that it took
many years TO compile; two to decide
what was necessary; eight to deter.
mine what Of that wasn't. To begin at
the bottom, there were two pairs OF
stout, brown, high, laced walking
boots; then, in rapid succession, six
pairs Of Isle thread stockings to
match; one pair OF boys pig-skin put.
tees; six dainty but sensible one-piece
indies of softest and whitest woven
cotton; three pairs Of khaki brooches
(youth'S size) /; three khaki skirts, knee
length, buttoned with real buttons and
b~uttonholes all the way up the front
and all the way up the back: sour suits
Of pajamas, white madras. with silk
frogs and knobs; six khaki shirts (two
breast pockets each) (; one D. 1t; three
brown ties; one k~haki-coloral wooden
sweater; one macintosh, with hood;
two khaki jackets enormous pocketsl J
two black hair ribbons and one nut.
brown tam-Otshanter!
There were also a few assorted pack.
ages, one or two of which even this
frank chronicle refuses to open, but M
harm can attach to the mention of q
w~ell-stocked housewife, an equally com.
plete toilet case, "A bathrobe, a pair
Of bedroom slippers, and a lG1g, fiat
cardboard box that had been at the
bottom Of the trunk, and which An.
drea had as yet refrained from explor.
ing. On 1t was written in a strangely
masculine hand: 1.-The Return of the
Native"
She opened II and disclosed one
of those adorable flmy hybrid frocks,
a double cross between afternoon, eve,
ming and elf-land wear; one set of
crepe de chine lovelies: two pairs OF
silk stockings, one pair Of satin slip
pers. sand he said he's going to wear
khaki tonight" she moaned.
Is 1t necessary to state that she pres.
emily got up off her knees and begin.
ming at the head. of the bed, started
to try on every last thing? She did,
and she was only half through when
Bathtub knocked OF the door and an.
nounced, "Scoff ready" No invitation
this time-an order.
"Oh, dear! she sighed and rushed
for the utterly inadequate mirrar.
Five minutes later her door opened
and she stepped out, slowly, like some
shy thing of the forest. Flushed of
cheek, brilliant of eye, she walked to.
ward the a Oh, big black bow!
Oh, hair starting one way and going
another, leaping a squared shoulder to
come to rest and rise and fall against
the rounded face Of a firm young
breast OH. vision: ON, youth! ON,
da, and hour of the gay hearti The
man looked and saw hat her knees
were round, her legs straight. THANK
God" he murmured.