Evening Star Newspaper, July 14, 1926, Page 28

.| rickshaw?” Mwutm“ 'WMMML\M q-h)wv The Misty " By FLORENCE RIDDELL (Copyright, 1034, wnm-m;w-l Richenda Peterson, & Lo: wins £5.000 in_a n’eo:'imv-r cof fast ant SERietly o st Dront B or “mm e old .s;.‘,?". 8 - native. who her. s Brodie. one of her o passens gere, Fescues her from the man's unpleasant Bttentions (Conumu‘ lrom Ywerdly s Sflrl INSTALLMENT VIIIL, A Dream Come True. HE ship left Port Sald naxt morning and steamed on her 12-hour journey down the Suez Canal, then into theihesit of tne Red Sea. As the days went em Angts Brodie kept closer than éver to Richenda’s side. He was going Dack to his‘little coffee farm in-Kenya, ke told her, after ha npem six nths’ holiday in ichenda sat raptly nl as he @Gecribed his life in the Kenlan High- lupds. 'lt is lving with a capital ‘L",” he smiled. “Wonderful, efemental, per- Baps even a little rough, but nobody who has learned to love such a life could ever go back to the London streets again,”; He went on: “To lie in one's bed at night and hear lions grunting far acrosa the plain, to delve deep into the forest on the track of a marauding elephant, to dodge death by inches a yard from the hurns of a charging buffalo—" “You have done all that?" “All of it—and I'll do it-again scores of times be(ore I've finished. But that's not all,” he went on, his gray eyes firing suddenly “It's the won- derful wide - space about one—the great miles of silence—the big, quiet, barren mourntains springing up from the rolling plains. They make one think. They.tell one things—" *He broke off suddenly, leaving the sen- tence unfinished. “Don’t you ever find it lonely?” she' asked. Angus Brodie looked full into her eyes then. “Never,"” fore. But now—perhaps 1 may.” Something in -his tone gave her a sudden warning. She fingered her *book a little férvously, sought for a he sald slowly; “never be- 1. | sation into other remark which nl,s)n turn the conver- channels, mm ] inking that when fifi my little homestead this umc 1 it lonely—darned Tonely—unless M'H cunlent o come tered. “Of“course we can. if then-h tm possibility of anything else.’” his firm hand gently on Ihafi “Don’t _worry . about i, - 1itt %‘f‘ Maybe T was a bit oopru 8. ment, went on. dhcon'hectodly An way, youll friends in riea, hnl;d——lz;u vx-'ont find n;any there worth hayi ’s an ‘ot for. aneself and the devil take the hlndmo-l’ lofl. of country with a/véngeance!" ‘A sudden wave of ‘epld forebodl ran through her, “At any rate, I'll have one friend,” she ‘said, lnd took his flns.n into her. soft, pink Ne:t dly Lhuy Richenda . as - the low, cliffs, draped with a riet of emerald vegetation, came into view. They steamed slowly down the narrow channel toward the harbor of Kiilin dini, and at length dropped anchor in midstream. All was bustle llld~oflllffll10n nqw. The 8. S. Tibetan’ was surrounded a score of small boats, each bearing a meager crew of yelling native rowers. From these vessels white men clam- bered up to the deck and mixed busily among the voyagers. An hour later Richenda set foot in east Africa—that strange, new coun. try to which the face of an unknowp man smiling out from the. page of newspaper had drawn her. ' WHE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D -lll w. they ais- | ',mmmhothrmw out here.” Richenda Cast. 8. Sack m‘&e 0 whz?v the Mndmm mmm Jetters - fixed' behind .th. a.na-ununwlm, -nM-4 WAS THIS BRETT FAIRWAYS? the. rickshaw along the road. “Ha is trumpeting like an astmhatic ele- phant.* *That's no(hln‘ to what he wl.ll do when we halt,” laughed Brodie. “‘Dea lady, it's a delicate sort of hint that he finds us heavy above. the average nm:‘ uexlp.cu bck;‘hou;l: as well' as legal payment. T s sake llh no notice of him.” v ould you rather have a taxi ora. among -gpiration stays odorless‘ : this punfymg bath and t%‘ileé‘ mmoln(reennouubmrdn-he suddcnl she gave a littlo gasp. for, fixed nlrou‘h the tape in an upper corper of the board, sat a fat white bold hand- r { envelope, and scrawled in wrlung -crou it she read: Fafrways, Hsq, Room 44, Mlo Hotar Mombasa," ,destiny hadn’t =waited long! 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