The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-01-23

the truns and never moved until. lnl
in the afternoon, the white man ap
Dlared. vhra he arose, saluted and
then made solemn gesture toward
the load others had carried.
The white mans eyes lighted up;
he seemed more cheerful than he had
been in days.
He spoke to the black in dialect,
whercupcn he grasped single handle
of the trunk, and with one smooth
movement passed it over his shoulder
right side up to the crown of his head.
lie then marched with 1t into Andrea's
Gaia.
She sprang up. "Whyw 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
bunch Of keys, quickly slipped one
from the ring and handed it to her.
please open the trunk. It's certainly
yours, as is all that ii contains" He
turned from her and added, ''By the
way, I'm dining in khaki tonight"
AS Andrea walked slowly to her
room, clutchieg 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
thing the trunk had contained was
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 accumua-
ton, bury her hot face against one
article after another and kiss each
in turn!
There Is every reason to enumerate
that pile of dry goods II 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 plg-skin put
tees; six dainty but sensible one-piece
undies of sOftest and whitest woven
cotton; three pairs of khaki breechea
youths size) three khaki skirts, knee
length, buttoned with real buttons AMI
buttonholes all the way up the from.
and all the way up the back; four suits
Of pajamas, white madras, with silk
frogs and knobs; six khaki shirts 1.-TWO
breast pockets each); one belt; three
brown ties; one khaki-colored wooden
sweater; one macintosh, with mood;
two khaki jackets enormous pockets |;
two black hair ribbons and one nut
brown tam-o-shanter
There were also a few assorted pack
ages, one or two of which even this
frank chronicle refuses to open, but no
harm can attach to the mention Of a
well-stocked housewife, an equally conf
plete toilet case, a bathrobe, pair
Of bedroom slippers, and a long, 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 q strangely
masculine hand: "The Return of the
Native"
She opened II now and disclosed one
Of those adorable filmy 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 thing1 She did,
and she was only half through when
Bathtub knocked on the door and an.
nounced, "Scoff ready" No invitation
this time-an order.
"0h, dear" she sighed and rushed
for the utterly inadequate mirror.
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 man. oh, big black bow
oh, hair starting one way and going
another, leaping a squared shoulder to
come to rest and rise and fall agains;
the rounded face of a firm young
breastl Oh, visionl Oh, youth oh,
day and hour of the gay hearth The
man looked and saw that her knees
were round, her legs straight. "Thank
God" he murmured.