The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1920-01-10

stiffness his calm voice dropped words
as cool and hard as pellets of ice.
Andrea choked with rage. She had
to swallow lump In her throat before
she could gasp. II want to go back
ut once" 81 .-i.a73 tHea ii-~b
"You asked me to take you with
me-" said the man in the same calm
voice, "and don't happen to be going
back" AfQt
mot going back !" suffered Andrea,
trying valiantly to appear collected,
II did ask to c--come, b--but It's ev-
cry women's privilege to ch-change
her mind. ia. st,s
"when I first looked at you saw
a smile that was kindly and chival-
rous. How could / know that your
smile is nothing but camouflage made
up Of lines Of dissipation. and your
hideous goggles nothing but mask
for hard eyes2 I thought you were
man, but you're nothing but a beast,
willing to torment girl who has fool
ishly put herself In your power"
i"Afy dear girl" said the man, 'you
asked me to bring you with me. and
like fool I did. Now, like woman,
you are crying because I didn't bring
you and leave you at the same time.
Same old story. Women are forever
wanting to eat their cake and have II
STILL" " o "a .i-
II am not crying" said Andrea, "and
my name isn't my dear girl but the
Honorable Andrea Pellor." She paused
on that weighty announcement.
"Really?" said the man. unmoved.
Brother in the Flying Corps. Nice,
humdrum noble family as remember
1t. Well2" is af1H S. egiB
"Dontl" cried Andrea. Don't start
that horrible noise again. l want to
talk to you. want to-oh, what are
you going to do with met" rHl
There was a pathetic threat Of tears
In the question that should have melt
ed the rockiest heart, but 1t failed. II
have NO intention Of doing anything
with you beyond what you asked for,
and no interest,"" said the man quietly.
He reached once more for the
throttle. d"StoplY cried Andrea. u
must know what you mean. How can
I talk to you with that awful din 60
ing emf" So i7esJ .aa9af '.bnoiY ~
"Oh, you'll have lots of time to
talk" said the man. and no sooner
; were the words out Of his mouth than
they were almost wiped of the slate
Of memory by the sudden roar Of the
engine.
Andrea sank back in her seat, crum.
pied up In body and mind, and cried
/ like baby. Great big sobs came tum-
bling up and out Of her swelling
throat. For the first time In many
years she felt that she wanted her
mother and at once.
ooh, mummy! mummy" she sobbed
like little child, and moment later,
I just exactly like little child, she
stopped crying. shifted twice, blinked
her eyes dry and presently smiled for
no special reason, just as dawn
smiles when its sun breaks out from
the dewy clouds Of morning. What
had happened? Why, most impor
, liant thing. She had suddenly realized
that no one could hear her crying not
even herself!
Every person one meets" thought
Andrea, following the line of her dis
covery, 'has TO be climbed. Some
people are insignificant mounds and
you just walk over them; others are
high cliffs that it takes a long time
to climb but that give you fresh and
wider views the higher you go. And
then there are Others" she continued
with II vindictive look at the stolid
back in front of her that are just
great round hard powders"
Her mouth drew down at the cor
ners. but she would not succumb again
to feeling sorry for herself. Instead
she shielded her eyes once more and
took stock of the various handiworks
Of God. The world was good to look
upon that morning. II was twirling
by in a strange rOtative movement
that gave it an Elusive appearance. 1t
was like new toy in the way of pam
Dramas. Things started to come nearer,
changed their minds and then swept
into the past, lingering long on a steep
horizon as though they hesltated be-
fore an irrevocable plunge.
Andrea found that by holding back
her skirts she could look straight
down. She did so off and on for half
an hour and the things she saw told
her much. Forest and plain, forest
and plain swept under and away in an
endless gentle undulation cut twice
by long, wandering silver bands.
From high In the air those bands
were nothlng--mere strips of ribbon
that a child could step over. But
down there? She knew that down be.
low they We're mighty rivers, doubt.
less teemlng with hippos, crocodiles
and snakes!
The engine missed fire-once, twice
Andrea would scarcely have noticed
the fact had it not been for its ex-
traOrdlnary effect on the man. All his