The Saint Jo Tribune. (Saint Jo, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, December 12, 1919 Page: 3 of 8
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By GEORGE AGNEW CHAMBERLAIN
Author of “Home,” “Through Stained Glass,” “John Bogardus,” Etc*
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The etory of a man and a woman—utter stranger*—forced together
by circumstances, living in the heart of the African jungle, completely
cut off from the civilized world.
CHAPTER I.
Andrea Pellor stood on the edge of
(he cliff at the back of the Indian
Ocean hotel and gazed out across
twenty-five miles of moonlit bay. It
was not for lack of n partner that she
stood alone. She had promised this
very extra to four insistent men, but
had excused herself to one after an-
other of them, “Just for a momeut.
Just while I powder my nose."
They hud all seen her run up the
stairs in the main hallway; they had
not seen her travel steadily on
through the length of the hotel and
come down the ladder-like exit Into
the garden. Why had she done It?
That Was a question that she herself
could not have answered hut that did
not c*!car to her as a matter for solu-
tion, so often had a similar impulse
(matched her momentarily away from
a crowded world.
Andrea hud u past, but very little
history. She was the only daughter
of Lord Pellor of I ellor, n land-poor
baron who could distribute live titles
amcug Ills five sons but very little
cash. As a result Andrea had lived
the life, if life you can call it, of tab-
ulated impoverished English gentle-
women: Everything that the trulllc
will hear for the men of the family
and for the giM Just enough frocks at
her coming out to dissemble the bait
that clothes the hook that catches the
man with millions.
During her first season offers bad
come to her; not the measured ad-
vances of buyers In the marriage mar-
ket, lor about the brow of such bud*
ding maidenhood as had been hers
there hangs a guardian halo that
blindj the eyes of sane-aged men, but
the o’erlenplng onslaughts of youth-
inaddened hearts.
It was in her fifth season that the
arbiters of her fate raised the shears
of desllny acd clicked them. He who
fell to her lot was a man of humble
origin who had reached the ripe age
of flftj-eigl I without ever having had
time t(> macy. His life, with a dif-
ference had been just as narrow, hide-
bound and conventional as had hers.
The difference was that he had trav-
eled the stereotyped Dick Whittington
trail to high finance rather than the
social highway. He had started out In
Africa with a pack of cheap jewelry,
an open min i and an easy conscience,
and had emerged after twenty-five
years as one of the few Gentiles in the
combine that controls the world's dia-
mond output His wealth was so great
that an ultimate peerage was almost
a matter of course. But, as usual, an
aristocratic marriage had to come
first.
The contract was as cold-blooded as
any ever perpetrated by a royal house.
Allowances, < arefully graded, were
stipulated to be paid at fixed times to
Andrea’s parents and to each of her
five brothers. s-lhe herself came in for
a large and Inalienable marriage set-
tlement and was further secured in
such details a3 to where the town res-
idence was to bo located as well os to
the number and nature of the country
places which were to be maintained!
When the document was finally com-
pleted It was casually submitted to
Andrea for approval. Nobody rtrenmed
that she would doubt for a moment
that those In family authority were
most able to decide what was best for
her and nobody was right. She merely
skimmed through the typewritten
pngeB of the prenuptial agreement sut-
Isfled herself that a vast sum of money
was destined to the upkeep of Pellor,
and dreamy-eyed with sudden memo-
ries, codded her adorable head In con-
sent.
All doubtless would have taken Its
appointed course had not the Euro-
pean war put In Its mightily discon-
certing finger. Surprising things hap-
pened In South Africa. Andrea's alil-
n need sailed on twenty-four hours’ no-
tied The diamond mines closed down,
took a short nap, and then suddenly
awakened to the fact that America
alooe was demanding a* much of their
product as had the whole world before
It tnrued Its entire attention to mak-
ing munitions and paying for them.
Andrea's betrothed found himself har-
nessed to his job, possibly for the du-
ration of the war. A* a result It was
decided in family conclave that It was
Incumbent upon Andrea to take ad-
vantage of a providential detail of two
of her brother* on the Nyaannland ex-
peditionary force and accompany
them, ra(rendering St George's chaj
tor a quiet marriage In the colonies.
It was a blow, hot the fact that the
satire eet oC tapered all
Esc
sible port up the coast i nd whose in-
habitants had seized upon the occasion
to give a grand bull In the mode of the
English, who have ever danced, courted
and loved beat when ca eve of
battle.
Audrea drew a long and quivering
sigh. Tomorrow the boys would
be gone. Tomorrow Aunty Gwen and
she would depart In stnte in the pri-
vute Car her allinnced, too busy to the
lust for the soft preliminaries of love,
had sent down from the high veldt.
Tomorrow — tomorrow would indeed
mark the beginning of Ihe end. “The
end .of what?” cried something within
her—that same something the? hudl
so often spurred her to momentary
escape.
She felt a great despondency, a ter-
ror of the morrow that would bring
the end of nothing but that neverthe-
less would mark the death of part of
Andrea Teller. Then a more startling
emotion seized her. She realized, al-
most with the sharpness of a recoil,
that she was ou the verge of becom-
ing forever a woman without a his-
tory. She looked back and saw that
she had never done one outre thing;
she looked forward and saw that she
probably never would; she looked
down and—
At her very feet was the coping that
edged the almost precipitous cliff.
Upon the pnle stretch of sand was a
far-away blur, a dark, wide-winged
blot. She concentrated her unbeliev-
ing gaze upon it until she made it out
beyond a doubt. It wac an airplane.
Two midget figures moved around it
busily.
Andrea watched the midgets dream-
ily and thought of all the stories she
had read about flying machine elope-
ments. As she stood there her diapli-
unous second-best party dress and her
loosened hair stirred by the spice-
laden breezes of un Indian ocean dawn
and her eyes full of the still, fairy
light of a tropic moon, the thing dry-
ing Its vast wings on the distant
sands seemed like a giant moth,
strayed from some Arabian Night and
sent In answer to the cry of child-
hood’s valiant fancy.
Who wore those midget dots? Were
they men or genii? Whence had they
come and whither would they go? Did
they talk with tongues or like Brown-
ies, with their toes and eyes? Andrea
wondered all these things, suddenly
stopped wondering, skipped up the lad-
der-like stair from the garden to her
room, snatched up a warm cloak affair
which buttoned in a high collar at
her neck and that fell sheer In ever-
widening folds from her shoulders to
her ankles, and in less time than It
would take to say Jack Robinson a
hundred and fifty times she was slip-
ping und sliding down the path of I
many slants.
She came upon the airplane so sud-
denly that she forgot to he disappoint- j
ed at its gross materialism. It was
very real iryleed; so were the men who
attended it. One was the tallest,
Inac&est, nakedest native she had yet j
seen, a mighty statue in unlmaglncd j
bronze, paganly clothed only at the
loins with a spotted pelt. The other
was a white man gone brown in the
sun. He was neither very young nor
old, he carried himself erect with the
bearing of a man who Is full-grown
and knows It, and when he moved he
gave an exhibition of long, thin mus-
cles under a perfect central control.
Ills mouth seemed to be possessed of
a smile that never wavered In spite
of the fact that he held a piece of
wire between his teeth and was other-
wise intent on a number of things.
It was the black man who first
sensed Andrea's presence and gave
warning to his master in a low, gut-
tural. rolling string of flowing vowels.
The white man did not look round;
he merely shrugged bis shoulders and
went on with his job. Andrea watched
him In silence until she was convinced
that everything that could be done to
tho machine was about to be accom-
plished and its proprietor on the verge
of flying awuy and then, emboldened
J»v that unwavering smile, she said In
such • voice as children use when
pleading for cake, “Please, Mr. Man,
take me with yon.”
She knew a good deal about flying
machines; she knew they couldn’t
stay up very long and that If they
were worth anything at all they Inva-
riably came hack to where they
started from like well-trained pigeons.
She had left her door locked and
figured that she would be
her face—a light that attends the eter-
nal wistful child within us—but be-
neath their sblning gaze were shad-
ows and her cheeks were over-pale.
•Just to one side of her rounded chin
was a bit of black courtplaster, shame-'
ful ciask of a tiny sign of too much
chocolates and too little exercise. She
was slim enough to look tall In spite
of that cloak-like affair of dark blue
glove cloth that fell from her shoul-
ders to her ankles In ever-widening
folds.
Through all his Inspection the man’s
face never changed. He looked her
over deliberately, judged deliberately,
and deliberately let down the little
ladder that gave access to the observ-
er’s seat. He helped her up without a
word, strapped her in and then turned
to pour out voluble Instructions tu dia-
lect to the bronze statue that stood at
attention, black eyes fixed on bis mas-
ter’s face, red lips repealing like n
prompter In a Latin theater all that
his master said.
The white man clambered to the
driver’s seat, placed before Andruv’s,
and shouted a word of command. The
plane swayed, moved slowly forward,
raced fast down the sand and fester,
until with a billowy lift It rose struight
In the eye of the rising sun.
Andrea started to draw a full
breath of absolute Joy. and Instead-
swallowed an entire gale of wind. It
nlrabst burst her open. She had to
clench her teeth to conquer It, and
with her hands made a vizor for her
eyes, a wind mask for her mouth. She
wanted to sing, but she was inarticu-
late In tne face of an clement at
large and sparring for another chance
to rush down her throat. She felt the
cheated song racing around in her
blood, swelling her henrt, Informing
all her limbs with a new Joy, a new
life.
She swayed this way and that,
looked up and down; then she leaned
far out to study the rugged brown
face of Mr. Man. the face that always
to tho
“Please, Mr. Man, Take Me With You."
smiled. From where she sat at his
shoulder the goggles were not so com-
plete a mask. She looked and her
eyes became fixed In a fascinated
stare. Two deep lines lay like paren-
theses from the man’s nostrils to the
corners of his mouth. They made his
mouth look as though It smiled, but
the man was not smiling. Suddenly
she knew that through It all, from the
moment he had lsld his masked eyes
upon her, be had never smiled. Her
heart turned cold.
CHAPTER II.
Up to the moment of the sudden
chilling of her exultant blood. Andrea
bad been almost oblivions of tb* din
of the engine. Now sbe could think of
nothing else. The deafening roar that
made speech futile was s very real
barrier; it Imprisoned her, held her
like the bars of an iron cage, and even
beat her remorselessly with Its r»pid-
flre^explosions of defying sound.
her seat, par.tlng
and sobbing. She was frightened.
Never Mae* tho day when aa a little
a closet door dosed and locked
■
reasonably healthy young woman who
hail ridden straight to hounds at muny
a five-barred gate before which men
had often paled. What was she fright-
ened ubout? A man? Why, In tho
vulgar vernacular of acroBs the water,
men had been her ailment for years 1
Her backbone stiffened with a snap,
she assumed her natural erect and
square-shouldered carriage, and. lean-
ing forward from the hips, laid her
bund on the nian’a arm. Gentle action
falling to command his attention, she
tugged at him, then shook him. He
showed no sign und Andrea’s lips
gradually set in a thin straight line.
Doubling up her fists she sturted to
pummel him Into submission.
The onslaught was sudden, and It
Was reasonable to suppose that the
man would half Jump out of his skin
to their mutual peril. She was pre-
pared for that hut not for what reully
transpired. The man merely raised
his shoulders at the first blow uud paid
no heed whatever to the ones that fol-
lowed In rapid diminuendo, ceasing
suddenly when Andrea painfully real-
ized that such fists as hers were never
Intended for stone crushers. She sat
back filled with wonder nud a vague
admiration for the construction of the
mule frame.
In the 'meantime tho nlrplnne con-
tinued to mount steudily into the
chilly morning blue. She looked ubout
her and down. The world was very
far away and very smull. It looked
like something that one might forget
and leave behind entirely. She tried
In vain to pick out the tiny roof that
was sheltering Auuty Gwen through
her morning nap. Tears once more
cam* into her eyes and then receded
us a new idea came to the assistance
of her hard-pressed determination.
She stooped over, took off one dainty
satin slipper, niul after a foolish
glance upward to assute herself thut
the man couldn't possibly look, undid
certain fasteners with fingers that
could see In the dark, and subsequent-
ly removed one of her best party,
heavy silk champagne-colored stock-
ings. This dome, she sut buck with the
stocking In her lup und stared long
and pensively at the man silting be-
fore her Intent on the business of go-
ing somewhere at the rute of a hun-
dred miles an hour. That thought elec-
trified her. A hundred miles un hour
uieaut fifty for every half hour, und
thirty minutes had certainly passed
since she had delivered her person Into
the trap of a kindly smile that was not.
Hhe took a long breuth, leaned for-
ward, slipped the stocking deftly
around the man’s neck, tied it In a
single slipping knot and pulled.
The results were Immediate. The
man beaded the airplane up for a last
grab at altitude, sturted It on a long,
straight downward glide and cut off
his engine. The blessed stillness that
fc'lowed was so Ineffably sweet that
Andrea had to give vent to one great
sigh before she spoke, und while she
was doing that the man calmly drew
a bunting knife from his belt and
severed ihe restraining strands of a
stocking thut only n moment before
had been almost worthy of the unkle
it hud clothed and udorned.
“Oh!’’ gasped Andrea.
“Is that all you hud to say?” asked
the man. Into the vast and rushing
stillness his culm voice dropped words
us cool ond hard ns pellets of Ice.
Andrea choked with rage. She had
to swallow a ’qmp In her throat before
she could gasp, “I want to go back—
at once.’’
“You asked me to take you with
me," said the man in the same calm
voice, “and I don’t happen to be going
back.”
“Not going back I” stnttered Andrea,
trying valiantly to appear collected.
“I did ask to c—come, 6--but lt’» ev-
ery woman’s privilege to cb—change
her mind.
“When I first looked at you I saw
a smile that was kindly and chival-
rous. How could I know that your
smile Is nothing but camouflage made
up of lines of dissipation, and your
hideous goggles nothing but a musk
for bard eyes? I thought you were
a man, but you’re nothing but a beast,
willing to torment a girl wbo has fool-
ishly put herself In your power."
“My dear girl," said the man, “you
asked roe to bring you with ms. and
like a fool I did. Now, like s woman,
you are crying because I didn’t bring
you and leave you at the same time.
Same old story. Women are forever
wanting to eat thotr ssko and have It
still.”
“I am not crying," said Andrea, “and
Isn’t my ,
They arrive at their jour-
ney’s end. You’ll enjoy the
next installment.
(TO UK C'ONTINUKD.)
NEW PROCESS IN SCULPTURE
Invention of Italian 8olentlst Will
Revolutionize Work of Masters
of ths Chisel.
A process for producing bas-reliefs
by photography Is the fruit of the
Invention of un Italian scientist.
The basis of the Invention Is the
property possessed by a film of chromi-
um gelatin of swelling In proportion
to the Intensity of the light falling
upon It The swelling Is greater with
u low than with a high intensity, so
thut the light passing through a pho-
tographic negative produces upon a
chromium gelatin plats a positive in
distinct relief.
The transparency of an ordinary
negative, however. Is not truly propor-
tional to the relief of the original
model, but by an Ingenious automatic
device Involving double exposure this
difficulty Is avoided and a negative
Is obtained having Its lights and
shades correctly graded to produce the
effect of relief.
At a Disadvantage.
There had been unpleasant word*
before between the dramatist and a
lending comedian as to the lattor’i
habit of adding Impromptn Jokes te
his part “There’s no need for yoa
to gag," said the dramatist angrily
after the comedian bad done It Again
“Your part aa written Is gaits fenny
enough. All you’ve got to do Is ts any
the words and wait for the aodleoce
jnr
throttle. "Stop I" cried Andrea. *1
must know what you mean. How can
I talk to you with that awful din go-
ing on?”
“Oh, you’ll have lots of time to
talk,” said the man, and no sooner
were the words out of hla mouth than
they were almost wiped off the slate
of memory by the sudden roar of the
euglne.
Andrea sank hack In her sent, crum-
pled up In body and mind, and cried
like a baby. Great big aoha came tum-
bling up und out of her swelling
throat. For the first time In many
years she felt that sho wunted hei
mother and at once.
“Oh, mummy I mummy 1" she sobbed
like a little child, und n moment luter.
Just exactly like a little child, she
stopped crying, sniffed twice, blinked
her eyes dry and presently smiled for
no special reason. Just as a dawn
smiles when Its sun breaks out from
the dewy clouds of morning. What
had happened? Why, n most Impor-
tant thing. She lmd suddenly realized
that no one could hear her crying, not
even herself!
“Every person one meets," thought
Andrea, following the line of her dis-
covery, “has to he climbed. Home
people are Insignificant mounds uud
you Just walk over them; others are
high cliffs that It takes u long time
to climb hut that give you fresh and
wider views the higher you go. And
then there are others,” she continued
with a vindictive look at the stolid
buck In front of her, “that are Just
great round hard bowlders."
Her mouth drew down at the cop-
ners, but she would not sucenmh again
to feeling sorry for herself. Instead
sho shielded her eyes once more and
took stock of the vurlous handiworks
of God. The world was good to look
upon that morning. It was twirling
by In n strange rotntlve movement
that gave it an Illusive appearance. It
was like a new toy In the way of pan-
oramas. Things started to come neurer,
changed their minds and then swept
Into the pnst, lingering long on a steep
horizon as though they hesitated be-
fore an Irrevocable plunge.
Andrea found that by holding back
her skirts Bhe could look straight
down. She did so off and on for half
an hour und the things she saw told
her much. Forest and plain, forest
and plain swept under and away In an
endless gentle undulation cut twtes
by long, wandering silver bands.
From high In the air those bands
were nothing—mere strips of ribbon
that a child could step over. But
down there? She knew that down be-
low they were mighty rivers, doubt-
less teeming with hippos, crocodiles
and snukesl
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