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captive queen, their hearts the same
Now Cons turban cast a shadow up
on the tent, and he knew that 1t was
himself, then as row. That ancient
madness still possessed his veins In
the thrall of her presence. CameIs
shifting in the blue shadows, a faded
Watch-hFe, the silence Of wooded hills
around, and the immensely of heaven
The Illusion held a mOment-or a cen
fury ?-longer-a a hand was upon
his shoulder. Lexington was chilled
to the quick. This was Flu IN, desir-
ing speech In private.
"She must Sleep" said the Chinese
reverently.
Eyes. Don't give her any more than
she needs. Help her to break of
Not so often"
"DreamsT'
There was an injured quality In the
voice.
Eyes. The dreams have got to 60"
mo-
''Yes."
''She die" said Flu An, with seeming
| complacence.a
mot at all. We are to help her
shake off this dreaming. Less and
less, until she is free"
The idea of freedom did not dwell
between the narrow temples of the
old servant
I'VE camp here?"
No." answered Lexington.
mo kOresh, no go on
81 don't expect her to ride. In the
morning we will make a hammock and
carry her between US. There are three
of US, and we can relieve one another
at the pole"
Flu All was much depressed by the
/ interview.
Lexington did not try to sleep that
night. There was no more attempt
at haste He wPs at liberty to think
everything over in a more intimate
less practical light, and he wondered
how he had neglected so many
thoughts until now, Tau Kuan had
grown to be less than q dream. and
the screaming dwarflsh hordes had
run out Of his days altogether. But
more and more he missed Andrew
March. He would have asked March
| what TO think about his strange mo-
mentary reach OF vision into the past
the stolen queen and himself.
Still they met no one, but ever and
again herd of elk would start and
slip beyond the brow of a hill
There were wine and food for Helen
but Con watched day and night that
no drug reached her. Evergreens dot.
red the slopes. The pass was narrow
| ing. The princess chose to walk some.
times, and laughed at her lack of
strength At one camp, she held Cons
arm, and talking happily, they moved
away from the line of cameIs.
'HOw is it possible that we are out
of the desert?"
"Only possible by your courage. +"
said Con. 'Have you never been Out
of the Cobb before?'
''Only in Dreams" and she was smil-
ing.
There Is something here,"-she
placed her hand upon her breast
that cries out for dreams and peace.
Perhaps a man does not know. NV
mother knew, and 1 have it, the cry
that cannot come out. Oh. there is a
| bitterness in beautiful things, and a
great terror where there is no beauty
1t is the awful lonliness-so there
was one dark dream following another.
months, and months-the yellow faces.
I have been too much alone on, re-
main with me, my friend, because !
am i'll. My world is gone Your Amer
lea is only a name. You are every
thing"
Her arms were about his neck, and
her breathing seemed painful. All the
light went from her face. Tightly
she chung, whispering, fearing, all life
until the dark closed over. Lexington
swallowed hard, and lifted her. He
| ran to FanSa.
In Flu Abs gaze was a glitter of 81
told you" Con could not bear TO re-
main and watch the ministrations that,
while no doubt necessary if the prin-
cess were to live, would include the
drug he feared and hated. He turned
to go, but Helen reused and made a