Evening star., 1938-02-01

GHSlSnmdH ana Ills 6eTVANI were
gone. She caught q glimpse Of them
as they vanished northward into the
depths of the heavy forest that sent
mangrove and palm trees creeping
down to the waters edge.
who are they?" she asked absently.
The burly superintendent grinned
and she saw that he could be very
attractive when he wasn't frowning
or shouting. In fact, with his heroic
size. his savageness Of spirit was en-
gaging. THE kid" he said, toler-
antly. "is the once boy. He might
be Is. but I doubt It, He doesn't act
as though he's dry behind the ears
as yet. Punks like him shouldn't
come out here; this Is . mans place,
not kindergarten"
Denise, who was AZ, resented the
implication in MacCauley's heavy
testing tone that to be young was
inexcusable.
THE other guy" he went on, "is
Christopher. I don't know II It's his
f1rst or last name. He came here a
few years ago with that slinky Hindu
OF his and built the house on Donege-
hela Hill. It's the highest spot on
the island. Since he agreed to re-
sell the land If we found anything Of
commercial value on his few acres,
we let him settle. wish we hadn't"
There was a peculiar gleam in Mac
Cauley's eyes.
He gestured to a couple of natives.
who promptly collected Denise's lug
gage. and after she had made her
good-bys to Capt. Roche they started
up the pathway that led through
green forests to the dingy but COM
modious settlement of the Jones Mac
Cauley Exporting Co.
What does he do?" she asked after
while.
Maccauley shrugged. That's his
business"
Denise tactfully dropped the sub
)ect, which she readily perceived was
dlstasteful to her companion.
She liked Harry Lane instantly.
She was putting the finishing
touches on luncheon that Mac
Cauley had caused to appear from
nowhere, when a raw-boned, ranpy
Individual, somewhere between Mac.
Cauley and Christopher in size, per-
splringly brushed through the screen
door on the porch.
well, boss" he said pleasantly
enough. THE kid said you had some
thlng important" He gave Denise A
seconds once over. He was quite
excited"
This is Denise Hampden," Mac
Cauley replied. If you agree with
me That she can stay as the tabu-
lator and bookkeeper, it's your re-
sponsibility."
Thanks Lane tartly observed
Who sent her out?"
Jones himself"
The lanky American dropped into
cnair and, without Invitation. made
himself a whisky and soda. If Jones
sent her out. he said, after a salts
tying gulp, then she can have the
rotten job. He must have had some
reason"
20. K" Maccauley agreed. "she
stays. Let's have a drink on it,"
Lane drank. DO you think that
you should leave the kid out there
alone? The boys have been a little
disagreeable lately"
The kid can take care of them. ."
MacCauley said heavily.
Maybe" Lane remarked casually
rising to his feet. rs that all that
you wanted to discuss with me?" Mac
Cauley nodded. VERY we'll" Lane
replied, turning to Denise. "I'm very
happy to have met you, Miss Ham,
den. know that I'll see more of YOU,
but until then, good-by."
He hitched up his belt, from which
dangled a revolver, gulped down the
rest OF his drink, and was gone with
CHEEKY wave of the hand.
In the week that followed she was
busy learning the terms that she
would have to use in the accounting
system. All were unfamiliar, and her
exotic surroundings lured her time
and again from her work. She would
STAND at one end Of the spacious win
dows OF the Office and look northward
70 where block Of white rose upon
neap OF brown. She looked often
at that house. and frequently thought
OF the man who lived in it.
AND while she dreamed, MacCau-
ley would sometimes see her in hi,
mind, and he knew that he could have
no more peace.
Copyright, 1881
Continued tomorrow
tomorrow: John Pearson takes
Oenlse 70 see the more interesting
parts OF the island. He has not seer