Jasper County Democrat, Volume 22, Number 81, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 January 1920 — Page 7

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 7, IMO.

WHITE MAN

By George Agnew Chamberlain

AsSter of "■mm." "Throosh Stained Glee*.” “Jehn Bogardua.” etc.

Ctepyrigh*. ISIS, The Bobbe-MerrlH Company 11 , SYNOPBI& CHAPTER L—Andrea Pellor, handeome daughter of Lord Pellor, impecunious aristocrat, is doomed to marry an Illiterate but wealthy mtddle-agea diamond mine owner. She disconsolately wanders from her hotel in South Africa and discovers 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 marriage, she begs to be taken for a flight, although she does not know him. He somewhat unwillingly agrees, and they •tart CHAPTER IT.—When she realizes her unknown aviator la not goiag back Andrea In desperation tries to choke him with one of her stockings. He thwarts her and they sail on into the very heart of Africa. Landing In an Immense craal, Andrea finds the natives all bow in worship to her mysterious companion. She Is given a slave boy, "Bathtub," and the White Man sets about building a hut for her. CHAPTER lll.—Andrea is given a glimpse of the home which is to be hers, and wonders at its completeness. White Man Invites her to dinner that evening, and in spite of the fact that he has refused to take her back to civilization Andrea accepts his Invitation, but he continues deaf to her pleading that he restore her to her friends. CHAPTER IV.—Andrea Is awakened from sound sleep next morning by loud pounding on her doorway and is told to prepare for a day's hunt with White Man. She thoroughly enjoys the exciting trip and begins to understand more of he •'host’s'” character and the reason for bls apparently ruthless slaughtering of animals. He Is providing for the force of blacks he employs and who look to him sustenance. CHAPTER V.—Andrea, worrying over her deplorable lack of change of clothing, is surprised and delighted when a trunk, loaded with everything In the way of clothing dear to the feminine heart, is dropped at her doorway by stalwart natives and she Is told by white Man that they are hers. White Man by a skillful •hot saves her from the attack of a ■able bull and she Is fast becoming rec. onclled to her fate after eight days in the craal. .

CHAPTER VI. M’sungo led the march home; the donkey came next, with his nose glued to M’sungo’s back and with Andrea tn the saddle. Clinging to his tall with both hands, more as a drag-anchor than as deterrent, came Bathtub, and behind him the long rank and file. Andrea was still sniffing a little, but her tear-stained face, like a child’s, was already cloudless. •‘I think Marguerite is too funny,” she said. “He’s got his eyes tight shut and he’s steering himself by his nose in your shirt. Will you please tell Bathtub to let go his tall?” “Bathtub knows his business,” replied M’sungo, but, as It happened, even as he spoke, Bathtub cast off one hand to receive a lighted white cheroot, a communal bit of property that had come up the line of personal attendants, six puffs to a “boy.” He never got a puff, for on feeling less weight behind, Marguerite opened his eyes, looked straight back on both sides of his lean body at once, flattened his ears and broke from the path at a dead run. The high cantie of the stock saddle saved Andrea from staying just where she started from. She was a horsewoman, born and bred, consequently even while her amazement was at its height, she wrapped the reins on her arms, drove her toes into the bucket stirrups and straightened her young back into the long, strong and sawing pull of calm desperation, for Marguerite was headed straight for the letffy, low-hanging branches of a vast mafuta tree. Yells of delight resounded from every black man in, sight with exception of poor Bathtub, who had regained his double hand-hold only after having been jerked from his feet, and now dangled along like the proverbial village tin can on the trail of a terrified dog. Above the din came to Andrea’s very busy brain a shout that stood out like a sudden scream in a long nightmare, “Marry him or jump off!” Before she could grasp the deadly Import of those words she was hanging like a halfclosed jacknlfe over a limb of the tree watching Marguerite browse as though nothing had happened, his tall still tightly grasped by a now grinning Bathtub. Ten minutes later the procession was under way again in the order aforementioned with the variation that the reins of the bridle were knotted to the back of M’sungo’s belt. Andrea, too dazed to protest, pondered over this indignity, but when she finally found her voice she decided to use it for another purpose. “I think it was horrid of the blacks to yell the way they did,” she remarked with suspicious meekness. “Don’t you?” M’sungo seemed relieved. “I certainly do,” he answered promptly. "But you’ll have to accustom yourself to the fact that obolo is the basic consideration between the black man and all women in the world.” “What do you mean?” asked Andrea, mystified. “What’s obolo?" "In this country,” explained M’sun-

RATE of TAXATION for the YEAR 1919 V * \ • ' * • — State, County and Township Taxes for Jasper County, Indiana NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN, That following is the tax rate for the year 1919, and that I will be ready to receive at the County/Treasurer’s office in Rensselaer, Indiana, the taxes charged thereon after January Ist, 1920. The following table shows the Rates of Taxation on each >IOO Taxable Property, and on each Taxable Poll: I'' > ‘ LEVIED . , . v ; ' IFVIED BY STATE ON SIM BY Levied by Advisory Levied by City or TOTAL RATE POLL TAX LEVIED BY STATE Obi |IW a Board on >IOO Township Trustees ON >IOO COUNCIL 35 name OF " T - i j 2 g TOWNSHIP, TOWN J g | j | Jj j « J 11 1 I “j ORaTY <1 il i | ! h. I] ! H 1 11 1 |l Iflli 111 ll lil 311 * ~ r n ! * । 1 iii i* 1 1 __ •• RARKLHY 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 17 .04 .12 .09 .06.01 ‘ , , . , , i .50 .44, .94 1 , I I I■ - I * ‘ 1 ‘ ' 1 ozt ov ‘vo CARPENTER 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 17 .02 .03 -04 , .02 , •, ~ |h ! , -36 .37, .73 . , I;fI > । I qTLLAM 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 16 .05 .20 -08 -05 ( I. . i , t -52 .4^, HANGING GROVE 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 20 .04 .14 .09 , , i -46 - 46 92 । i. 11 I < I i I . 11 fl JORDAN 50 50 1-00 - 02 - 052 - 039 - 028 - 002 - 039 18 - 03 - 06 24 - 01 -07 -15 .07 । , nuh ii iI -53 .46 . .99 KANKAKEE 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 18 .07 .36 -27 .08 .01 , , । i i. - 08 « 79 - 71 i- 50 KEENER 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 18 .08 .26 .33 .15.01 L । ,i i -0 7 -84 1.53 MARION 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039.028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 22 .025 .05 .20 .03 .005 .02 ।i . • -51 - 4 9 1-00 ( MfLROY 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 .05 .05 t .05 , , , । . i,i , i -32 .28 .60 ’ I • i । ।. Il i i NEWTON 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 21 .06 .125 .125 .05 .01 . . i 1 -& 4 -49 1-03 i; j REMINGTON TOWN ... 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 17 -02 .11 .04 17 33 39 .03 .85 .86 1.71 J RENSSELAER CITY 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 19 -005 .03 .285 .10 19 ,28 36 .10 .99 1.00 1.99 I ; । ।. । । * i, , UNI ON — 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 20 .02 .28 ].31 .05.01 H - 74 -69 1.43 WALKER 50 50 1.00 .02.052.039.028.002.039 18.03.06 14 .06 .23 ,j-20 .10.01, .n। ,i । -64 .55 1.19 WHEATETETiD 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 27 .10 .17 .19 .17 .01 , ~, ~ -04 .78 .62 1.40 WHEATFIELD TOWN 50 50 1.00 .02 .052 .039 .028 .002 .039 18 .03 .06 27 -01 .40 ,18 35 45 .07 1.09 1.09 2.18 iii It. I । _____ ■ l _ ■ __________ pay First Installment when due makes both installments delinquent and attaches a penalty of 10 per cent to the full amount. £The Treasurer can nos make and hold receipts for anyone. Please do not ask it. *. Provisions of Law Relating to Trustees •Th. own., of prop..., "■ th. 6r.l d.y of M.rch of W ,~r .lull b. Uahb for th. U... .f th.l ,-r. Th. purch.... op th. hut <U, .1 March .h.ll b. con.id.r.a th. rf’PERSONAL PROPERTY .. w.ll M R.. 1 E.ul. .h..U r.m.mb.r th.t TAXES FOLLOW PROPERTY wh.p th. tuu lh«~» r.m.i. u.p.H. “COUNTY ORDERS in favor of persons owing delinquent taxes can not be paid without settlement of taxes. nr fawn it was assessed." “It is the duty of Si. TAX PAYER to stat, definitely on what property be desire, to pay taxes, in whose name assessed, and in what township or town it was assess.-. THE TREASURER WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE for the penalties and ch‘rg.. from unchanged for th. year as to the showing of tl- vnr is made with reference to property on the first day ot Maren or tnat year ana remeins uuvnubw “ “the ANNUAL-SAW OPDBLINwSnT LANoVaND LOTS WILL TAKE PLACE ON THE SECOND MONDAY IN FEBRUARY. l»20. JOHN T. BIGGS, Treasurer of Jasper County.

go, “obolo is the market price

“Obolo Is the Market Price for Women.”

women. The best native authorities however, contend that obolo Is not a purchase price but the remuneration to the father for the board, training and general keep of his daughter ue to the time of her marriage, and the; base their argument on the fact that while women are property they lure not chattel, title being nontransferable.” “Can damaged goods be exchanged?” inquired Andrea icily* “Certainly,” he answered, absorbed in his topic. "Exchanged where there's another daughter available]

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where there isn’t, money is refunded by order of the courts. But what 1 was driving at is that in spite of the contention mentioned above, wherever a woman Is concerned a black can never get It out of his head that she can be replaced at the regular market price. Now you’ve got the kernel of his whole attitude toward women.” "So if it had been you they wouldn’t have laughed and yelled.” “In this case, yes,” he said. "They most certainly would, because they had no direct responsibility. But where responsibility attaches the rule for men is a life for a life, and it’s a rule that has no exceptions. Anyone can brain a woman if he feels like it and get away with the identical obolo her husband paid for her.” "You seem to be a great admirer of the native social system,” said Andrea quietly. “I am,” answered M’sungo. “For natives, of course.” "Are you sure you’re not a bit tainted with it for yourself?” "Sure,” he answered promptly. “That’s part of the secret of my grip on every country I’ve shot over. I’m aloof. I’ve never turned my back on the White Man’s God. Circular A is not for me.” “What’s Circular A?” He hesitated. “Circular A,” he said finally, “is the regulation that governs the relations between British officials under, the colonial office and the women of the tribes they govern.” “I’m British,” said Andrea, after a pause, “and I blush for the necessity.” “You are prompt, like most of us,” said M’sungo, “to sit in judgment before any force of nature that you've never felt. Poor devils of clean-bred youngsters! Take one that I knew. Three weeks’ training under his predecessor, crazy to leave; a hundred thousand natives under his sole rule; one, perhaps two, bearded white faces a year. The long, long days after the sportsman has been swallowed by the pot-hunter, when game becomes just meat! And then, the fatal hour at dusk when a passing native girl—any girl—looks to him like some woman at home! He marries, not by canonicals perhaps, but by the common law of

the land, and the ‘people at home’ shout ‘crucify him,’ but in the end It’s God alone that will judge his agony and measure the price.” He stopped speaklpg and for a long time they traveled In silence. The sun was sinking fast —so fast that It seemed to be dropping by jerks, like the loose hand of a grandfather’s clock. “There is no twilight in the tropics,” said M’sungo, “by the deliberate judgment of God who knows the capacity of the chart of man and would not have it burst.” “I can -feel what you mean,” answered Andrea, “even though you haven’t really said It In words. The heart can hold just so much beauty and no more; and even now, mine Is aching 1” “Andrea Pellor,” said M’sungo, “you have the faculty of your sex. You have pinned the butterfly.” She felt a sudden revulsion, a rage at this man, this stranger, who talked as she Imagined he would fight, without glbves. Her eyes narrowed. “By the way, when Marguerite bolted, just what was it you shouted at me?” He paused in his stride so suddenly that the dozing donkey butted into him and almost knocked him over. “Eh? What?” he asked to gain time. “Come on,” persisted Andrea. “Just say it again—what you shouted.” “Well,” lied M’sungo, “I may not remember the exact words, but it was to the effect that you’d better head him off or jump off.” “Something like that,” said Andrea incisively, “only shorter. You yelled, ‘Marry him or jump off!' ” “I believe you’re right,” said M’sungo, and added, apologetically, “You see, I didn’t have much time to think.” “Exactly!” said Andrea. “Instlno tively all you saw was a joke, like every nigger in the line. You didn’t care what happened to me. I might have been brained under that tree and you knew it and all you could think of was that you just had time to get in one more nasty bit of cleverness before —before I died I” “Oh, no,” protested M’sungo. “Go, easy, now. Why, Marguerite has done thst dozens of. times. He knows ex-

actly how to* Slice off his rider. And besides, he always stops.” “But what if he hadn’t—what if he had?” continued Andrea hotly. “Oh, you know what I mean. What if he had killed me?” * "But he wouldn’t," insisted the man weakly. “He wouldn’t think of it.” Andrea pounded the horn of her saddle. “But —what—if —he —had?” M’sungo suddenly whirled, thereby winding the quiescent neck of Marguerite around his waist. He caught Andrea by both arms and fixed her startled eyes with the blaze of his own. “You will have it!” he said, shaking her lightly, “your d personal element! Well, I’ll give it to you. Ts he’d hurt so much as a hair of your head I’d have shot him and then myself and left word with you to bury us both in the same grave.” She flushed and looked away. When her eyes came back to his set face there were three kinds of sparkling wickedness in them—tenderness, the forked tongue of a serpent, and a twoedged knife. She chose the knife. "White Man,” she said, “that would have been adorable at the price—simply adorable e e e e The weeks that followed were the remaking of Andrea physically. Each day she walked more and felt it less. From head to toes her body was without blemish and in her eyes, her cheeks and in the spring of her light step, sheer health flew its rejoicing banner. Day by day she followed M’sungo farther afield, took more of an interest in what he was doing because she understood it better and learned, to wait before she sat in judgment on his actions, often surprising, always swift and assured. She even hardened herself to accompanying him on his hunts for meat for the camp pot and there was nothing that he did that gave her a deeper insight into his composition than this same butchering. He made no secret of his distaste for the job and never an apology. Having a disagreeable task on his hands he faced it squarely and going out to -kill, laid his plans, held to them with unswerving concentration and killed with a dispatch that was bloodrCUT’

dll ng but admirable. It was during the return from 8n» of these expeditions that he expoundr ed his definition of justifiable plunder. With his memory raw, as is the whole world's, from contact with the longheralded Superman come to life to e»> pose in the flesh the brutalizing doetrine of "thine is mine if I can toko it,” he found himself on treacherono ground and his words picked their way slowly as though bent on avoiding all misunderstanding. “It Is the truth,” he said thoughh fully, "that the spirit of man advances only by plunder and the corollary to that is the fact that the plundered world is always the more fruitful, tat the unpardonable sin as far as people* are concerned Is the failure to define robbery under arms from productive plunder, and you can almost say the same thing of individual relationship," He glanced at her and something of his earnestness passed to her with the look. “Go on,” she said kindly. “Can you believe me,” he “when I tell you that no one was more surprised than the Superman bimaatt when lie assumed flesh after his long preparation and awoke to find hlnuntt a Vandal —a Frankenstein? The theory was perfect.—all that was lacking were the things of the spirit, the breath of life without which any animated creation becomes automatically a monster. “And yet the collective spirit of msg advances only by plunder. You case see It in my own*country, yesterday. In Africa today and It will come in tta other Americas tomorrow. The greafi est thing ever said by Salisbury, a rock among men, was that ruins am not evidence of occupation and that packed epigram brings us face to face with danger at the fork of the roa* of freedom.” "Oh, White Man,” said Andrea, her brow puckered with internal effort, “please apply it to indlvlduala,” (TO BE CONTINUSD.) -

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