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VOLUME XXXV. LAURENS, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 1919. / NUMBER 19
(Continued from Last Week.)
CHAPTER I.-Andrea Pellor, handsome
daughter of Lord Pollor, impecunious
aristocrat, is doomed to marry an Illit
erate but wealthy middle-aged diamond
mine owner. She disconsolately wanders
from her hotel in South Africa, and dis
covers an aviator about to fly from the
beach. Impulsively, of course imagining
that the trip will be merely a pleasant
excursion, and a welcome relief from
thoughts of her impending loveless mar
riage, she begs to be taken for a flight,
alth u h she does not know him. He
some lat unwillingly agrees, and they
CHAPTER II.-When she realises her
unknown aviator is not going back An
drea in desperation tries to choke him
with one of her stockings. He thwarts
her and they sail on into the very heart
of Aftrica. Landing in an immense craal,
Andrea finds the natives all bow in wor
ship to her mysterious companion. She
is given a slave boy. "Bathtub," and the
White Man sets about building a hut for
CHAPTER III.-Andrea i given a
glimpse of the home which is to be hei-p
and wonders at its completeness. White
Man invites her to dinner that evening,
and in spite of the fact that he has re
fused to take her back to civilization An
drea accepts his invitation, but he con
tinues (leaf to her pleading that he re.
store her to her friends.
The bent of the day had quite passed.
Andrea felt of her arms. They were
soft and cool. She laid them otk the
table and studied then a, thoughshe
tiever had noticed them before. Shc
was thinking that all her fright had
<lied away. She was alone with a man
alone by over a hundred miles and yel
-never had she felt less lonely, mor4
secure. She threw up her head, turnet
to her companion with a smile an(
said, "I've decided not to sulk, Whit,
MSan. ' Tell me what your philosoph,
will do for me if I give it a tryout."
The man drew a long breath of re
lief, examined the ash of his cigar an
flicked it off. "First of all," he begar
"it will lift a fever from you, the feve
of haetening from one little thing t
another. Look back and tell me I
your memories aren't all stock vanr
ties; I mean don't they all fall int
set-and dry classifleations?"
"I uilierstand," said Andren. "Yo
mean they are all chucked into abox
six bins like staples at a grocery."
lie gave her a look of undisguise
admnirailon. "I mean exactly tha
My phiIosophy will give you the seer
of the happy idle hour. Never agal
en a a eity or a great house qui
smother you, for it will be in yo1
powr~ to sit spelbound, your Ay
iixeri ten t housand miles aiway on
girdile of high-peaked huts, or bilad
lekninii s at lay, ai blotchi of bron1
9tatuets' taking ani hour off' from 1)0
andi chat ing the news of t he hour.'
'And an ahiplaiIr," addetd Andrt
"tIryinig to push two surprcised hut. c
of the way.'"
lng. (ehtws out, on the one perso'i('
"W\hy!" criedi Anri~iea, ('yeO in
cnly 3 widle. ''What's personal ahm
lle looked~C~ at he'r grimtoly and1( ignol
li T' hink ' R abu,"'ii 'T he eninued, ''and wi
afr'aid of 'Jhought ini it sel1f, a toa7
yjou 1'ri freed ol' that I'ear yo'i
fliT1 that sinfcerilty cea3se to be& e2
Ver.:ationalu bad ;ast e. It hi.:mi
rather a weapon, lhe. only probe
can T pierce the armttor of indlividu:
for of course you know that e'very
sonality wears a shell, thick or tl
close-joined or loose."
She, tuirned her eyes and looked1
uip and down fle'etingly. "What
wvill your philosophy do for me?"
"WVhat else?" he repeated. "It
make you gloriously indlependlent
duice you to the three elements of
tent'-health, honor and an it
"Let's begin with the inner flat
she suggested. ' "It sounds mystic.
"But it isn't," ho replied,. "It's
muost prac(ticaIl thIng in tilt world..
l'ition, lilusio)n, yoluith, are a fewv oj
conun~to~i'neappei!at ions, but the
thalt conmes neare"st to limprisoninfg
nr phrase is, brenth of life."
IEdNED GL! l
2DU3,- BTC S! i!
Andrea studied him almost impa
tiently; inwardly she was rebelling
tremendously at finding herself so con
tinually interested by one who was I
even at the moment calmly doing her
a great wrong. If he had spoken, as
didactically about his precious phil
osophy she would have found herself
at once; but he hadn't. In that point
more than in any other lay the charm
-charm? Well, call it charm, anyway,
of this unusual male.
Having thought the matter out with
a view to hearing him browse some
more, she said, "Can't you bring it a
"I'll try," he answered after a pause.
"Breath of life is that quality which
holds back a man from marrying for
money and urges another to the de
sertion of wife and children because
he's bored, that makes a preacher leap
from the pricking pinnacle of dogma
.to the heart of the Red Light district
and his own destruction, that leads the
king-bull of the herd to impatient paths
of lonely meditation. In short, it's
the perpetual vigilance of self at the
apparent risk of the soul."
"Sort of sublimated egoism," re
"Selfishness, you mean?" He shook
his head. "It's not even on that'plane;
At's so much over it that selfishness as
a quality is merely one of the pebbles
on the beach below it that the sea has
been grinding down to uniform char
acteristics for a hundred years. Alive,
it's a flame; dead, it doesn't even leave
Andrea yawned. "Now honor," she
"Won't you talk a little?" said the
man. "Defining is a great game and
I don't want to hog all the fun. Speak
for your class. What's honor?"
Andrea thought for a minute; then
she smiled. "With women, it's keeping
r anywhere this side of the Rubicon.'
o She paused.
f "And with men?" he urged.
I "With men it's the art of not get
o ting caught."
'"CapitalI" he exclaimed.
"Yes," she murmured. "I though
t you would like those answers." H
stared at her, but she kept her fac
Innocent of malice. "Now tell m
what honor reaUy is."
"I believe you could have told me,
a he answered, "except for the fact tha
n your exceptionally good taste bar
sincerity. It's what is left of moralit;
when you're sure no one is looking."
Andrea stifled another yawn. "Sonm
kof the thaings you say," she gaspe
aore almost elever enough for a boo
rto read in bed."
"I be g your pardon. I'm sorry." sai
the mian andl clapped his hands loudi;
A bundle under the tree, wrapped u
head and all In a blanket, resolved i
ut self inito llattub) rulbbing sleep) out
his eyes ; atrose, selzed a rope on
'*pulley and hauled. 'The circular mno
qtonet roiled up froma about iU
"Will you go to your room and t<
me if you haave everythinag?" aked t
t-man, "Everyilhing necessary, I meat
Andrea reaced~ for a fresh ciguareti
to "Don't he absaurd,'' she said. "'ma n
('going to bed for haours." She ghtnea
he)i at haim with a sort. of dil W'eii:.
.n though sheo were. abiout to give away
al secret. "When I yawna, always7 l:
n.. on t:'ki".g. It means I'ma-I'rv tir
"D)-.- your society tridtk.," remna
dig, edl the man. "I'm going." lie na
>r. and t uned his btuck on her.
un, Before he land token thbrer' slait
her voice camno to him and1( in it w a
im new quality, a sure maturitfy. "( r
,lso you like," she saidi evenly, "hut I sh
she sit here uantil you come baick.'"
ie turnaedu at once, a ilushl in
will checeks. "Forgive me," he saaid imir
-e.- struck a match and held( it for he'r.
on "Now health," said Andrema. '"1)
nier -you think I'm reasonaibly haenal Ihy
1 , "No," said the mian, "utnt ii y'ui
wolfedl a wholo meal aami grabt
the chicken with your tingersi, yo 'i
Sreally know wvhat bodily haenth :
its God laos given you such bea".m -
that ypu owve it to every eye !
tin Iresses itself wvitha t sight of yo
itwithout blemish, andl ye't '
here and ask mi if youlii niot rea
onably healthy, with a spot on your
"Oh I" cried the girl. A sea of sud
en color sWirled about tier neck, up
aito her face and down over one-half
he length of her bare arms. She
brew up a hand to her cheek and
ressed it there. Her eyes were aflame.
If ever I can hurt you-" she said
The man looked surprised; then con
rite and finally grave.
"Let me assure you," he said, "that
rou will .inevltably have it in your
"I'll not forget when that day
!omes," she said and arose. With her
xand still pressed to her face, she hur
led from him across the kraal into
er room and slammed and barred the
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door behind her. She went straight
to the mirror and took her hand away.
Such a trifle that tiny spot had seemed
last night, the night of a party-just
an excuse for a beauty patch of black
plaster-and tonight it was immeas
urably ugly I
With bed so near she could not stop
to cry just yet. She went about her
preparation deliberately, subconscious
ly secure in the thought that she could
soon soak her pillow in aching com
fort. Throughout her maneuvering
she was aware of a presence in the
room, inanimate but terrifyingly per
sonal. However. she turned, it still
lurked in the corner of her eye, ac
cused her of dallying and almost said
aloud, "Eventually ._ why not .nqj?"
Continued on fourth page, this section.
T ought to be somethin
a date and a dinner. I
ul is a state of mind,
words or acts. You
:hurch; you may stay at
may seek recreation or sl
ervance of the day vari
But whatever you do <
you can be thankful.
many advantages you
are grounds for gratitud
at least go as far as the
who said he was-going
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he's in the right ''state
he tries to do what he
to make tinDgs "hetti
be." We can all
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st and best equipped mon
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