The Washington times., 1939-01-30

his life?
He thought of rejoining the
boat. But there was such a prosaic
thing as cash. He had practically
no money, just about enough to
pay his fare down to Mombassa,
and his fare from there to the
shamba, outside Kampala.
Teddy Farnsworth's friend from
whom he had bought the shamba
was to meet him at the boat. There
was balance of a payment to be
made. When that was done there
would be nothing left but a few
rupees. He was gambling on a
long chance; and for the second
time in his life Terry Marquis
was realizing what it is to be with
out money.
He plunged into his new life
with a vigor that surprised him.
self. and surprised old settlers.
Take it easy, lad" they coun-
Selled, Sagely.
But Terry Marquis didn't want
to take things easy. He wanted
to forget a slip of a girl with a
trim, slim figure.
He couldn't forget. How could
he forget the wonder that was
Gladys Starr?
The months went by, and he
knew there would never be rest
for him again.
Came April, 1917, when the
United States jumped into a con.
flagration called the World War
This was something he hadn't
thought of before. He hated war.
but now he hated life worse. He
Joined up. Fer the World War
was raging in Africa, too.
TROPIC-COUNTRY WAR
1t wasn't difficult to get a COM
mission out in Uganda and British
East Africa in those days, espe
cially, long-legged, clean-living,
'bronzed young planters like Terry
Marquis. The Kings African
Rifles was glad to have him.
He seemed to have a charmed
life; probably because he didn't
want to have charmed life. He
came through malaria, dysentery.
blood-poisoning and enteric. Then
a bullet got him. It got him very
nicely, for it was SoftnoSed bull
let, and it pulverized the thigh
bone of his right leg.
I He tossed aboard a hospital
train like a bag Of decayed onions.
He was sent to the hospital in
Dar-es-Salaam. He was more or
less in a coma all the way down
to the hospital. When he came
to, he had no right leg.
IN THE HOSPITAL
The new v. A. D. worker went
into the officers ward in the hos.
, pital. She spoke to Terry Marquis
She said, purely routinely, Can ]
get you a glass of water. or some
thing?"
Terry Marquis struggled into q
semi-sitting position as though ne
had been hit. No one but one per
son in the world had a voice like
that, soft and throaty, and kind
and throbby. No one but one per
son, who was in his thoughts
night and day.
Darling" he said. Darling
It's I. Don't you know me? I'm
Terry Marquis"
Her response was as electric
as his own recognition. She drop
ped to her knees by the bed. Oar
ling" she said. Darling. what
have they done to you.
He bent down and kissed her
tawny head. Nothing to what
you did to me when you ran out
on me on the ship" he said.
I'm not good enough for you.
she said shakily. and told him
what she should have done in the
first place, about the episode in
her life. And that's why" she
said, "oh, my darling. that's why.
Is that alp" he said. why
that's nothing to losing a leg
But I'll be getting around soon
and back to the shamba. You
don't need two legs to run
shamba. I've got a swell place
Want to marry an old cripple, and
help him grow coffee?"
Tears were streaming down her
cheeks. Her lips against his ear
were as caressingly soft as rose
petals. You'll never be an old
cripple to me, darling" she said
and choked. "And-and, I love
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