The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-02-07

of marma1ade; TO each twenty box
OF crackers, a sack OF flour. one load
Of salt and n demijohn Of cheap but
sound wine. Andrea watched this
wholesale depletion Of the white mans
stores and began 20 wonder. AS she
wondered, her heart went way up and
then way down. Was this the begin
ming of another end? Was she sorry
or was she glad? She looked back on
the few days of her new life and they
seemed already TO have stretched into
years. She was too young or too care
less to have learned that time pnsses
slowly only 10 those who are In q rut
OF daily routine, dragging tragically
under the blows of sorrow and almost
forgetting itself entirely when joys are
various.
The day came when the last of tfr
bnrges, towing n little scow stacked
with an overflow remnant of bales
was dispatched and Msungo could
take a long breath and turn his at.
tcntlon to putting the camp In order
This in itself was no small task Al
branches, chips, bark. refuse and othel
rubbish consequent upon the work j..
the forest was gathered and burn Il.
Then, as squad after squad OF .Dor-
ers left for home and the planting
their grass huts, scattered without the
limits of the permanent craal. were
glso set on fire.
within n week of The first rains"
said Msungo to lstless Andrea, the
wilderness viii have returned alto
gether to. its own to all outward APP
pearance. Three weeks after that
anyone lunetrating to the clearing we
have ,uade win find nothing beyond a
tlou ishing shaniba or corn patch, the
Very natural property of the craal."
ON night of downpour Andrea sat
IN her room. hands crossed upon dis
carded book In her lap and eyes wide
ly fixed on some point of focus far be-
yond the encircling walls OF her hut.
She was frightened for her soul had
come to talk with her and there was
no escape. She could not phone up
taxi and party of four and go to
a show and supper afterward, thus
losing the universal guest.
With childish gesture of despair,
she crept into bed. curled up with her
face against the pillow and wept. The
more she cried, the more II rained;
the more 1t rnined, the more she cried.
There was no end to that--no end--no
- Sleep did its best TO take and hold
her but tonight its grip was uncertain
ana long before morning II saw defeat
coming and made dastardly retreat.
Andrea awOke, not slowly, not swim.
ming up TO consciousness through
hrowgy gradat'cHs. vt suddenly with
a swapping of eyes wide open on u
great emptiness. She was alone, ter
ribly alone, ana hopelessly awake. She
lay staring M at the uncheerful Ian
tern that she had purposely left burn
ing. Its chimney was smoked. Out
side, rain still poured.
She decided to cry little more and
found she couldn't. Tears had with
drawn before an Intellectual rage. Her
face hardened. We'll, If she couldn't
cry, something must happen; If not on
It's own. then II must be forced She
wondered what the white man was
doing. Perhaps he was sound asleep;
perhaps he was even snoring What
did she know about this man, anyway?
Was he human? Had he live points of
contact or was he an impalpable crea'
ton of her sick brain? Perhaps She
wasn't here at all II she screamed
would Aunty Gwen come running In
or Her eyes, following the sequence
of her thoughts, fell upon the barred
door.
She arose. put on her slippers and
her bathrobe, walked deliberately to
the door, grasped the bar with two
trembling hands and threw II up with
all her strength. The clang of the far.
awag gong rang out above the din OF
the droning rain. Following II instant
~ came the thud OF falling chair.
The door, released, swung slowly open
with long .drawn creak Of unoiled 4,
hinges. Andrea was suddenly fright |
cncd
Coming through the covered way /
she could hear the swift crush Of hur-