Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1920-02-13

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own. "You will have it !" he said,
shaking her lightly. your d per-
sonal element Well, I'll give it to you.
If he'd hurt so much as hair of your
head I'd have shot him and then N.Y.
self and left word with you to bury us
both in the same grave"
She flushed and looked away When
her eyes came back to his set face
there were three kinds of sparkling
wickedness in them-tenderness the
forked tongue of a serpent, and a two
edged knife. She chose the knife.
White Man." she said that would
have been adorable at the price SIM
ply adorable!"
The weeks that followed were the
remaking of Andrea physically. Each
day she walked more and felt it less.
From head to toes her body was with
out blemish and in her eyes, her
cheeks and in the spring of her light
step, sheer health flew its rejoicing
banner. Day by day she followed
M'sungo farther afield, took more of
an interest in what he was doing be-
cause she understood it better and
learned to wait before she sat in judg-
ment on his actions, often surprising,
always swift and assured. She even
hardened herself to accompanying him
on his hunts for meat for the camp
pot and there was nothing that he did
that gave her deeper insight into his
composition than this same butcher
ing.
He made no secret of his distaste
for the job and never an apology Hav-
ing disagreeaDle task on his hands
he faced it squarely and going out to
kill, laid his plans, held to them with
answering concentration and killed
with dispatch that was blood-cur-
ding but admirable.
1t was during the return from one
of these expeditions that he expound-
ed his definition of justifable plumber.
With his memory raw, as Is the whole
worlds, from contact with the long
heralded Superman come to life to ex-
pose in the flesh the brutalizing doc
trine of shine is mine If / can take
it." he found himself on treacherous
ground and his words picked their
way slowly as though bent on avoid
ing all misunderstanding.
"It is the TRUTH" he said thought
fully, that the spirit of man advances
only by plumber and the corollary to
that is the fact that the plundered
world is always the more fruitful, but
the objectionable sin as far as peoples
are concerned is the failure to define
robbery under arms from productive
plumber and you can almost say the
same thing of individual relationship
He glanced at her and something of
his earnestness passed to her with the
look. "Go on" she said kindly
"Can you believe me-" he continued,
''when tell you that no one was more
surprised than the Superman himself
when he assumed flesh after his long
preparation and awoke to find himself
Vandal-a Frankenstein? The theory
was perfect-all that was lacking
were the things of the spirit, the
breath of life without which any ami
mated creation becomes automatically
a monster.
"And yet the collective spirit of man
advances only by plumber. You can
see it in my own country, yesterday,
in Africa today and it will come in the
other Americas tomorrow. The great
est thing ever said by Salisbury, a
rock among men, was that ruins are
not evidence of occupation and that
packed epigram brings us face to face
with danger at the fork of the road
of freedom"
"Oh, White Man." said Andrea, her
brcss puckered with internal effort,
please apply it to individuals"
He started to nail her to the tradi-
tons of her sex but something truly
pleading in the tone of her voice made
him turn boldly to the personal. after
all, and however much we may jeer at
it, the ultimate measure of sincerity.
81 WILL" he said. "If ever I'm bent on
plundering the heart of a woman, I'll
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the company of ravage and love. I'll
give and still give and with each CIV
ing will grow the heaped mountain of
my demands. You see it, don't you?
That's justifiable plumber"
Andrea's cheeks flushed, her eyes
were dreamy with new thoughts and
old emotions.
While the supply of the vast larder
and the supervision of the fiber camp
formed the major part of M'sungo's
untiring industry they were by no
means the total of his affairs. Watch
ing him, Andrea soon learned why he
never lunched. He hadn't the time !;
too many things pressed to his atten-
ton. He was a governor on no mean
scale and during the midday rest hour
he would pass from group to group
settling all those disputes which could
be determined without recourse to
legal argument. In this manner he
sifted to minimum the cases to come
before the solemn conclave of chiefs.
On the first occasion that Andrea
witnessed this tribal ceremony which