Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-12-10

| thru on u nod from Hamdi. They
watch that stairs always-day and
! night"
/ Day and highland she was alone
here, in this grim palace, alone and
/ helpless and forsai<en What
We're her friends thinking about her?
| Where did they think she was? Her
thoughts beat desperately upon that
problem, trying to find there some
ray of hope, some promise, that there
were clues which would lead them to
her. but she found nothing there but
deeper mystery and fearful surmise.
He was clever enough to cover his
| traces. No one had known of his
connection with her departure. :.
Perhaps he had sent them some false
and misleading message like the one
he had sent her. . What were
they thinking? What did they be-
heve? This was Friday night, and
she had been gone since Thursday
| afternoon.
In that moment she saw with mer-
CHESS clarity the bitter straits that
she was in.
oh, he is a devil!" her companion
was reaffirming with an angry little
half-whisper sibilant with fury.
Look how he treat meme, FRITZ
Baroff! You do not know me? You
| do not know that name? In Vienna
1t Is not SO unknown-Oh, God I was
SO happy In Vienna!" She stopped,
her breast heaving. with the flare of
emotion. then went on quickly. with
suppressed vehemence, II was a
singer--in the light opera. I dance,
| 100, and | was arriving. Only this
year was to have fine role-and
1t all went. cut. 1t all went for that
man! was one fool about him. and
MS dark eyes and his strange WAYS
thought had prince. And
he worship me then. too-he follow
me, he give me big diamonds. ;.
SO he take me here--it, was to be the
vacation!"
She gave strangling little laugh.
Arlee was listening with a painful
intensity. She was living, she
| thought, In an Arabian nights.
Il stay at the hotel first till he
make this like private apartment
for me-" went on the little dancer.
ana when | come here he do every
thihg Tor me. ! have luxury, yes.
jewels and dresses and fine new
car. Then. by and by, / grow tired.
It was always the same and he was
at the palace, much. And he would
not let me make acquaintance. We
quarrel. but stin have fancy for
MIN, and then, you understand.
| money is not always so easy to find.
Life can be hard. But / get more
restiess, want to go back on the
stage and l, well. / write some letters
that he finds out. Bang. goes the
door upon me! He laugh like a fiend
he say that I am to be a little Turk .
ism lady to the end of my life. oh,
God, he shut me up like a prisoner
In this place, and l can do nothing
nothing -nothing!'
/ She beat out angry emphasis on
/ the palm OF one hand with a clench-
ed little fist. II go nearly mad 7
rose my mead. He laugh-he is like
that. he is a devil when he turns
against you, and. you understand. he
mad something new to play with now.
/. Sometimes he seem to love me
as before. and then 1 would grow
soft and coax that he take me ia
Europe some day, and then when I
think he mean it--Oh. how he
taught" She drew in her breath
Sharply. Sometimes / think he will
take me again -sometime-but I can
not tell. And the days never end.
Ihey are terrible. My youth is go
ing, going. And my youth is all I
| have"
| She looked at Arlee with ewes
where her terror was visible. and all
the lines Of her pretty, common lit
tie face were changed and sharpen-
ed, and her babyish lips dragged
Gown strangely at the corners.
| a surge Of pity went thru Arlee
| Beeohcr "Oh, you will escape" she
heard herself saying eagerly. And
| | viii eScape-or-or-"
| "Or?"-
"Or l will kill myself" she whis-
pered -quiveringly.
| The little Viennese stared hard at
her, and sudden crinkle of amuse-
ment darted across the bright shall
| lows Of her eyes. "Come, love is not
so bad" she said "and Hamdi can
| be charming" Then as she saw a
shudder run thru the young girl be-
fore her, ooh, if you do not fancy
him!" she cried airily, yet with a
| keen look
But Arlee's two hands sought and
covered UP the scarlet shame in her
face. She did not cry; she felt that
every tear IN her was dried in that
bitter flame. Her whole body SEEM
ed on fire, burning with fury and re-
vulsion and that awful sense of HUI
initiation.
The other stirred restively "Come,
do not cry hate people to cry. IT
makes everything so worse. And do
not talk Of killing. 1T is not so easy
anyway. that killing DO I not think
will die and. end all when my rage
is hot-but how? How? cannot beat
my head out against the wall like a
Russian. 1 cannot stick penknife
In my throat or eat glass. To do that
one must be monster Of courage
And l have no poison to eat, no gas
to turn on. Then the mood goes
and the day is bright and look in
the glass and say, Die? Die for you
Kill all this beautiful young thing
that has such joy to dance and sing?
Never! Some day I will be out of
this and laugh at the memory of
such blackness.' And so practice my
voice and my steps-and I wait my
chance. When you came, yesterday,