The Union daily times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1918-current, 1920-06-19
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Helen, the same that had drawn him
against the winds Of the Pacific SO
long ago, the kingly unrest that had
led him deep into Cathay. beyond the
Tartar wall, to the sands Of mystery
and death. Perhaps In some dim way
he had foresensed this daughter Of his
line. with her shining fatal dominion,
a princess in the Cobb.
"It is most delightful-you-coming
here" she said to Con.
"I think I've always headed this
way" he said. because he believed 1t.
81 cannot imagine the courage that
brought you," said the princess. "Sha
Mo Is very-confusing."
Eyes, it might have been simpler If
had known" replied Lexington. And
March was smiling broadly now.
She had finished rearranging the
tawny lilies on the table and. with a
courteous Oriental movement Of the
arm, she indicated deep chair for her
younger guest. Lexington went to II,
turned 1t from the window and offered
It to her. He felt nearly royal himself
as she accepted. Andrew March sat in
the window-seat and Lexington con-
tented himself with the leather sofa
that had been brought in pieces, like
the mission furniture, from Grand Rap
Ids, Michigan. The college pennant
was over his head.
II have learned" said Helen, "that
white men are really white. Howf"
1--WE are bit tanned" admitted her
father, "but for that matter. so are
you. White people usually stay under
cover when the sun shines"
"That Is a part Of tradition had
not known" she said. II shall tell
Chez Ming"
"why troubler asked Lexington.
"He knows"
"But 1t Is not written. and all the
tradition Of the world Is written here,
since the days Of the Tower Of Folly.
You know that Tau Kuan Is to be the
school for the perfect age. Chee Ming
says tradition Is the treasure Of life."
Rather an Oriental statement" sug-
gested March.
"Hes," rejoined Con. II could mem
tion one or two things to be written
| into his library
sYou are laughing at me- said
Helen, sternly.
"Not at allr replied Con hastily.
"Only the world is such large place"
II understand" said the princess,
conciliates.
II did not suppose" her father said,
"that anyone considered Chee Ming as
seriously as you do"
"Do speak the English7 2" she asked,
ignoring the words Of her father.
"You do" assured Lexington, 'beau-
tifully."
"Counting the warriors who live be-
yond the walls, in the rock caves to
the south, as well as the workers in
the pits eastward, and those who de-
liver the vines of their fruit'-Helen
paused to align her English, then pro-
ceeded--"west Of the city, and the
warriors who dwell within the walls,
the caste Of merchants, too, and the
women of the palace who belong to
the monzoul, there are many, many
souls in the keeping OF Chez Ming"
'Tncluding your own?" asked Lev
ington.
The princess felt the trouble In
reply properly. so merely nodded. "I
am the enly white person, at court or
elsewhere. They say that once an
Englishman came. I did not see him.
He died before he could be married
and begin his family"
Con began to realize afresh how diff
ferent her training mad been, to speak
calmly Of these matters. In America,
the subject Of breeding is with pro-
priety discussed beforehand only in
regard to cattle and pups. but con.
corning human beings never until aft
erward, when too late. Lexington
said drily:
"You have no difficulty with the
English speech"
Helen's intuitions were bridging the
gaps Of lonely years in her life. She
was catching up with the world Of her
fathers, and this was q breathless
business before strangers. She was
meeting the unknown In Lexington.
/ The quality Of him, the way he talked
and moved, were matters new and
stimulating. She openly studied his
! face, and beneath her calm of the
Orient was q warm confusion. Ac-
! cording to her studies, they had no
princes In America.
Trusting to alter the direction of
their conversation, the father OBJ
served: "All these things seem to
have come from the United States"
I Eyes, Sir Father, the music machine
only a week since. I cannot compre-
hend It; 1t may be devil, but what
Of that2 Chez Ming learned in San
Francisco to produce sweet singing
| from It"