The Union daily times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1918-current, 1920-06-19
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Before noon a stranger appeared at
the top Of the stairway, with a curt
bow and greeting for the prisoner. He
was perhaps slave. and yet q person
OF privilege-a wizened man with mar
row shoulders, Chinese. his face q des-
ert yellow and furrowed. cheeks like
fruit that has never fallen. He was
noticeably clean, his tunic giving of
the faint smell Of recent laundering.
The veins in his old hands stood out,
blue cords, as he again signifed Lev
ington's superiority over all living men.
This slow salaam was merely the Tau
Kuanian command to follow. A dou-
BILE scar was. crossed upon the ser
wants neck suggesting the strokes Of
two swords on q single errand. Now
the ancient lips formed the English
word; "Come."
There was nothing to lose. 80 Lev
-ington was willing. It might be an op-
portunity. though he rather feared 1t
was connected with his delinquency in
the matter Of race-blending. They pro-
ceeded through the inner corridors,
past the ever-burning lamps Of alabas-
ter, but did not turn In beneath the
darkened arch Of the throne room. In
stead, they went on to the end Of the
passage. The old Chinese paused.
Through q closed door Con heard the
voice Of Andrew March. he opened
the door and entered.
A victrola stood beside q long mis-
sion table. on which were books and
yellow lamp. An American college pen
nant was pinned above brown mission
couch. There were sofa pillows and q
shelf of books. A kodak and riding
crop hung from dagger stuck in the
wall. A morris chair was set before
one Of the windows. March sat upon
the arm Of the chair, lingering the lace
curtain. Con stood still.
Near March was q young girl who
seemed subtly afraid Of something-of
Lexington himself. She wore a silken
blouse, open at the throat, and skirt
Of the smartly defined mode Of Ameri-
can avenues, following the line OF her
slender body. Her timidity was never.
theless frightened with pleasure. Tha
face was sun-tanned, the eyes held q
diamond light. Here was the lovely
golden-browp hair that had hown xree
upon the gray cloak of the rider. the
same that the princess OF yesterday had
bound ups high In court fashion She
was looking at him again. -
1t was March who spoke first, and
the young man saw that he had tears
In his eyes. His voice was unreli-
able Just nows
II have found my little girl"
Lexington bowed, struggling with an
inner tidal wave. Andrew March
seized the girls hands, and she turned
i to him frankly. he was saying: "But
our little Observation-Disclosures He kissed
her hair, and she placed her hand upon
his arm as If to ease his pain. She was
frail beside the veteran Of the sands.
She did not embrace him, and March
seemed not to expect any demonstra-
ton Of sentiment. He regained self.
control a1d faced Con with an effort to
smile.
'.'This Is Con Lexington" he said to
the girl. To Con: my daughter.
Helen"
Her name leaped in Cons heart. He
bowed over her hand and found him
self murmuring. Princess" In the
blur Of his inward excitement her voice
was like sunlight as 1t falls rich and
mellow across an oaken staircase. He
was strongly affected by 1t. There
was an embarrassed moment during
which Con glanced out at the window
at the moving branches Of the white
oaks. Quickly he swung back, to add:
TT is q great privilege to be sum-
moned."
Helen said simply: II am not sure
man up to this hour ~
She intended this to BE a compli-
ment, for she was smiling: yet he
could not forget the fact that she was
the royal creature who had glanced
across the throne-room yesterday.
"Why have they been so extremely
careful to keep us awayf" he wondered
aloud.
"It 10 ASIA" she replied and, truly,
he had forgotten that.
There was no mistaking the grand
child Of the aged Stephen March. She
was the embodiment Of all that men
hold dear. Her eyes made bold to tell
all that An another would have been
held secret. 1t was the old story Of
Asia. Perhaps her days in this desert
fastness had been monotony Of inno-
cence, but they had not made her smile
q blank. Con could not estimate any
thing beyond the fact that when she
swayed slightly beside her father,
deeply searching for the right word,
her young grace was matchless.
do not be sorrowful." she whis-
pered to her father.