Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-01

brawny savages covered into obedi-
ence before her elght,and-a Maidstone
self! 1t was really funny.
"Aya colombi" they were chanting
good -humoredly again, One more rise
in the road. She caught her breath
as they topped it, This awful country
of ups and downs One more shrek
ing, rafting career of descent. Some
times it seemed that all four wheels
skipped bodily in the afr. Yells,
smells, prods, she went through the
whole gamut OF Il again. Then came
a sweeping turn into a yet narrower
path. the car within an ace Of "turn-
ing turtle" Then a ripping, crunch.
ing, tearing grind--Ali Mutagayo had
found the brakes at last. and then a
sudden flare of light through an open
doorway, a voice:
'And what in the name of all that S
wonderful
And Richenda iumbied out through
that forest of outstretehed palms full
into the amazed arms of Angus Brodie.
He bore her through the crush that
opened left and right before series
of kicks from his heavy-booted foot.
Cold, hunger, misery and fright had
sent her again into mereiful oblivion,
and Brodie, his kind brows puckered
in marveling CONSERVATION, carried
her straight through the living room
of his tiny two-roomed. single-pianked
bungalow into the yet smaller apart
ment which formed his bedroom.
1t was long moments before she
came TO hersel: aga1TL He was stand
ing by her side. chatting her hands,
holding srnAntns salts TO her nostrils,
agitate6ly, after the manner of mex
perienSed males, trying to do half a
"a. n
her to her senses
He gave q sagn of immense relief as
her eyes slowly opened. She looked
so ashen so fragile, lying there mo-
tionless, with the diaordered waves of
her short black hair tumbling around
her quiet face.
He raised her, curving his arm be-
hind her head, held brandy to her
quivering lips, spoke low, soothing
words. Full consciousness returned
to her-Ihe fresh agony of those hours
before in the remembrance of what
had urged her to this mans side, and
she turned her face suddenly, like a
little child, into the crook of his elbow
and burst into a passion of tears.
He waited silently until the storm
had passed, then asked her quietly:
What is the trouble, Richenda?"
But so great was her distress and
weakness that she could give him no
coherent answer
Angus, Angus, you told me to
come to you If ever l wanted help. So
I've come now You must let me stay
here for q little while. Oh, please!
"Why, of course. you must STAY
he soothed. There's nowhere else
you could go at this THE of night,
and If there were | shouldn't let you
go in this state
1t was true. His nearest woman
neighbor, some four miles across coun-
try, was g. person whom Brodie
strongly disnked He had no intention
of subJeoting Richenda to her idle,
scandal-ioving tongue.
Angus, Angus, if they come. you'll
bolt the door and keep them out
They? Who?"
THAT woman and-and--"
do you mean Mrs. Dayenant and
Fairways?"
She nodded wordlessly
But" he stammered, "Richenda.
though you cared for Pathways!
thought you were going to marry him
soon.''
II thought SO, too" she answered
the first part of his speech, but,
Angus, hate him now! l never want
to see him again! Angus, he is bad
bad right through! III"
She was trembling violently now.
whitelipped. The culminative strain
of the last few hours was rising to
It's crisis. Something of this suddenly
became apparent to Brodie.
mot another word he commanded.
''You shall tell me all there il TO tell
In the morning. Lac down quietly
while I get rid or that bowling mob
outside. Then we'il have some hot
soup ready for you'll shouldn't be
surprised to and that you haven't had
q meal for -ha-and wen tuck you