The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-02-13
By
GEORGE AGNEW
CHAMBERLAIN

smile sheepishly and Withdraw; in tht
tenth case there would come a look Of
sullen wonder into the culprits face
/ whereupon the white man would
promptly call halt and demand more
evidence. Such cases were then al
lotted half an hour and even an houl
each, and without exception resulted
in the acquittal of the prisoner at the
bar.
Andrea was suddenly aware d
M'sungo's voice Individually addressed
to her though he kept his eyes to the
front and spoke in a toneless mono
logue as If he were communing with
himself. "Beholdl Psychology on the
job" he said. "Watch their faces
Every native that knows his sentence
TO be just, takes 1t with an apologize
smile; If he looks sullen, the chances
are a hundred to one that he's limo,
cent. I've never gone wrong. They
think I'm a wonder. Nexti''
One case alone that day-was appar'
emily interminable. When at last II
was completed Msungo dropped his
eyes for the first time and sat for a
long while with bowed head; then he
drew erect, looked the prisoner In the
eye and spoke three words. A gray
hue crept into the blacks face. as he
turned away. II have surrendered him
to the justice Of his tribe" murmured
Msungo. "Poor deyilp And Andrea
knew that she had witnessed the pre-
cursor to an inevitable sentence OF
death.
That night Msungo was too tired to
talk and excused himself Immediately
after dinner. Andrea read until her
eyes ached and then went to bed Won
dering If she were feeling only slight
ed or If existence were actually be-
coming monotonous. She shrank from
the latter admission for she knew
that, once made, 1t would shatter the
longest run of sheer peace Of spirit
which she had experienced In her short
but much bored life. She need not
have worried. When she stepped out
early next morning dressed for the
field in compliance with a message
from M'sungo to put on her toughest
and toughest she was so excited that
even the memory Of her doubt was
blotted from her mind. Something was
in the air of the craal that could be
felt rather than heard, the sort of
something that one could imagine pos
sessing hive just before 1t began to
hum.
Msungo was already sitting under
the dining tree engaged In diminu-
tive palaver with three wizened blacks
who squatted on the ground squint.
ing up at him and speaking in turn
in answer to his patient questioning
Around them but at a respectful dis
lance were gathered various members
of the camps personal staff. On the
faces of the wizened three and also on
Msungo's was the same look of
fanatical exaltation, the look that pro-
claims any group Of diverse men
brothers at heart.
"What is IT'D" asked Andrea, breath
less from hurrying.
Elephant" replied M'sungo. BE
drew a chair to his side. "Sit down, 7"
he said softly as one whose mind is
half-narcotized and fearful of losing
the dream, swatch and listen, for
these men bring great tidings." he
smiled almost like boy.
One Of the wizened produced thin
wand, about twenty inches In length,
freshly broken at one end. He passed
II to his companions; who stared at 1t
as though they saw 1t for the hist In
stead of the hundredth time, fingered
1t, gurgled over 1t and finally gravely
handed 1t to Msungo. He went through
more or less the same process and re-
turned 1t to the man who first pro-
duced 1t with what was apparently a
sighting remark.
The man glanced up with panied
look on his face, arose. laid the wand
on the ground as a measure and with
laborious fingers began to trace a
mighty oval. M'sungo leaned across
the table and gazed with fascinated
eye; Andrea, watching him, could see
the pulse throbbins at his temples. He
was a new M'sungo. somebody young,
approachable, lovable. an eager boy.
She leaned close to his shoulder.
"Please, White Man." she murmured,
please tell me-"
Without turning he put one hand
out and grasped her wrist as though
to still her. The little man." he ex-
planned. sis drawing the spoor Of a
mighty beast. Look at 1t and learn Il
by heart. for II win be photograph"
Having completed the circumference
Of his oval. the native was making
various tracings on its face. dividing 1t
as with a maze of tracks. When he
had apparently finished. he sank back
on his heels and gazed critically at his
handlwork.
Watch" said M'sungo. aBefore he
gets up. he'll put In some mark. some
distinctive feature that distinguishes
this spoor from all others"
No sooner had he spoken than the
black leaned forward and with 4 sure
touch deepened two OF the cracks till
they formed a long narrow ' running