The Washington times., 1922-06-14
Installment XIII.
BY 4. M. HULL
oU 20 to my head. Diana,
ss.H he said. with q laugh
- that was half anger,
Tht. 1881, ~ Small. Mayssra

and Struggling his shoulders moved
across the tent to the chest
where the spare arms were kept.
and unlocking 1t took out . revol.
yer and began to clean II.
She looked at him bewildered.
What had he meant? How could
she reconcile what he said with
the advice that he had given her
before? Was he totally inconsist-
ent? Did he. after all. want the
satisfaction OF knowing that he had
made her love him-of nattertng
himself on the power he exercised
over herr Did he care that he
was able to torture her heart with
q refinement OF cruelty that took
all and gave nothIngf DID he wish
her to crawl abjectly to his feet
to give him the pleasure OF spurn-
ing her contemptuously. or was II
only that he wanted her senses
merely to respond to his ardent.
Eastern temperament Her face
grew hot and shamed. She knew
the fiery nature that was hidden
under his impassive exterior and
knew the control he exercised over
himself-knew, too, that the strain
he put upon himself was liable TO
be broken with unexpected sud
denness. II was an easy thing to
rule his wild followers, and she
guessed that the relaxation that he
looked for in the privacy Of his
own tent meant more to him than
he would ever have admitted. than
perhaps he even knew. The hatred
and defiance with which she had
repelled him had provoked and
amused him. but II had also at
times angered him.
He was very human. and there
must have been moments when he
wanted a willing mate rather thar
a rebellious prisoner. She gave a
quick sigh as she looked at him
He was SO strong. 30 vigorous, so
intensely alive. 1t was going to be
very difficult to anticipate his
moods and be subservient to his
temper. She sighed again wesrily.
II she could but make him and
keep him happy. She ruffled her
loose curls, tugging them with a
puzzled frown, trick that was a
survival OF her nursery days, when
she clutched frantically at her red
gold mop to help her settle any
childish difficulty.
She knelt up suddenly on the
cushions Of the divan. why do
yox hate the English so bitterly.
Monseigneur?" She had dropped
almost unconsciously into Gaston's
mode OF address for some time: II
was often awkward to give him
no name, and she shrang from US.
ing his own-and the title fitted
him.
He looked up from his work. and.
gathering the materials together.
brought them over to the divan.
Light me a cigarette. cherie. my
hands are busy" he replied irrele-
vanity.
She complied with little laugh.
You haven't answered my ques-
ton"
He polished the cleaning little
weapon In his hand for some time
without speaking. ma petite
Diane, your lips are Of an adorable
redness and your voice is music in
my ears, butt detest questions.
They bore me to q point Of exas.
peration," he said at last lightly,
and started humming the Kashmiri
song again.
She knew him we'll enough to
know that all questions did not
bore him, but that she must have
touched some point connected with
the past Of which she was ignorant
that affected him, and to prove her
knowledge she asked another ques-
ton. why do you sing7 You
have never sung before"
He looked at her with a smile OF
amusement at her pertinacity. Tn
quisitive one! I hing because I am
glad. Because my friend 10 COM
ing"
your friend?"
Yes. by Allah! The best friend
a man ever had-Raoul de Saint
Hubert"
She flashed a look at the book.
case with a jerk Of her head, and
he nodded. Coming here?" she
queried, and the dismay she felt
sounded in her voice.
He frowned in quick annoyance
at her tone. why not?" he said
hautily.
mo reason" she murmured
sinking down among the cushions
again and picking up the magazine
from the floor. The advent OF q