Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-08-13
Continued from Wednesdays starr !


l. the nedfiHB bulluiS
/ to the gr1nning native, who bore it
away for the battle that was to come
before he should succeed in fastening
cord around its middle and persuad-
ing II TO withdraw It's hand from the
bottle
And what will you call him."
asked Anders as the prisoned pet, now
free of his blanket, returned to their
sight.
IT'S quite correct to name the hos
pital cot after it's donor cried Hold
ingworth hilariously. why not the
monkey after It's presenter? Call 1t
Reginald. Mrs. Pathways"
What an insult" she cried.
Il should take it as a compliment"
said Anders softly. If Mrs. Pathways
should give my name to anything she
possessed"
Reginald. new friend | find you
very charming" said Richenda-to
the monkey.
And Pathways suddenly discovered
new Richenda who could, If the
spirit moved her, indulge in subtle
filtration.
Obviously, in the week that came
after, the spirit did move her toward
this form Of recreation. Anders, who
had never been known to need en-
enlargement from a pretty woman,
received quite an amount of it from
Richenda
Even in the privacy of her own
mind she would not face IL definite
reason why she should behave in this
manner. Was it that She wanted to
incense Brett Pathways. to shake him
out of this silent brooding which had
grown closer than ever upon him
lately? Was il that she wanted to
show him how little he counted in
her scheme of things nowadays? Or
was 1t just a new game played to
ease the mOnotony Of camp life in
the wilds? She simply didn't know
She only knew that, in some odd
way, it pleased her to see Pathways
silently watching her While she
leased young Anders with laughing
lips and eyes that caught and held
his own.
And Anders. otheadad with the
impulse OF sheer youth. paid frequent
visits to the camp that held Richenda.
"A book that Mrs. Pathways wanted
to read" or "a buttertiy-rather a
rare one--that he thought she'd like
10 see" or "Some new papers from
home" Many were the excuses he
made for his appearances and Ri
chenda kept him a little longer by
ner Slde on eacn occasion.
But Pathways always lost but few
minutes in making third to their
conversation.
Nevertheless, In the blue eyes of
Anders Richenda gradually realized
there lay the knowledge that she was
not happy. This very realization drew
her closer to the fair headed young
Englishman.
To shut up the thoughts inside her
as she had to do. allowing them no
expression, was hard for the girl
Times were she longed for the under
standing sympathy Of the spoken
word.
1t was toward the end of the second
week OF the new friendship that
chance set Richenda free of surveil
lance for a short time. Pathways
arose one morning with Curiously
trembling hands and icy chills run
ming down his spine.
THAT fever again." he told her
anerily. as cup suddenly clattered
from his shaking fingers to spread a
brown stain over the white cloth of
the breakfast table.
She eyed him placidly, noted the
yelloWiSh gray shade of his face. She
knew that the malaria, from which
he had suffered years before in Africa.
sometimes still took him in its grasp,
day in the seclusion of his tent, with
aspirin to break the fever and quinine
to prevent immediate recurrence. He
would probably be quite recovered by
the following day--a little weak, per-
haps. that would be all. Before their
wedding he had been laid low by the
same indisposition.
Richenda suddenly felt a wicked
sense of gladness that there still ex-
~ ,i1l, OF
this man even though it were only
these slight returns of malaria.
you'd better go to bed" she said
cooiv. and helped herself to a piece
Of Jcroge's nicely Drowned toast. or
namenting II with a carpet of mar
malade. Pathways called peevishly
for another cup.
The ague seized him again rev
minutes later, shaking him TIL his
teenth ratified like castanets. He arose
with an angry imprecation and
walked unsteAdily across the grass to
his own tent.
Richenda finished her breakfast
leisurely Yes. he was i'll, but not
very III. At any rate. he didn't de-
serve that she should run after nm
like an anxious men. NV.
An hour later she relented little.
When she approached his own domain.
she saw. through the open door OF
tha tent. that Pathways was lying
still fully dressed, upon his camp
bedstead. The ague had ceased now.
The grayish yellow color was replaced
nv the crimson flush OF fever. Inc
ewes he turned upon her were very
bright.
rs there anything I can do for
you?" she asked, with cool pollteness
which held neither anxiety nor en-
,husiasm. Obviously a duty question
The man read it as such, answered
hoarsely:
sary. / shall be all right in an hour
or so. Run away and play, but take
care that you don't get into mischief
The cynical note in his voice sent
her chin high in the air. She turned
and left him without another word.
A little smile kinked her lips as
she walked across the grass. OF
course. one should not feel glad that
he was laid low like that. And
vet. ii was nice to know that for
once she could do a little bit as she
liked without his watching eyes upon
her. even though she knew also that
her freedom would be short. Malaria
attacks were always short, and there
was no reason to believe that the one
Of today would be any more serious
than others she had known him to
have. Shed make the best Of her I'M
expected freedom.
Run away and play but don't get