The Washington times., 1922-06-06
Installment XVII.
By K. M. HULL
tcopyrisht, 1891. by Small Maynard
10 Inr.

when, standing near him,
~ she had been barely able
to hear what he had said. She
had seen a look from him silence
a clamorous quarrel that had
broken out among his followers
too close to his own tent for his
pleasure. And that infection was
In his voice and that look was in
his eyes now. 1t was no longer
use to resist. The fear Of him
was an agony. She would have to
obey, as in the end he always
forced her to obey. She wrenched
her eyes away from his compel
ing stare. her bosom heaving
under the soft silk. her chin
quivering. and reached out blind
ly and took II from him. But the
sudden chill Of II against her bare
breast seemed to revive the cour-
age that was not yet dead In her.
She flung up her head. the
transient colour flaming into her
cheeks. and her lips sprang open.
but he drew her to him swiftly,
and laid his hand over her mouth.
II know. know" he said coldly.
II am a brute and a beast and
q devil. You need not tell me
again. lit commences 10 grow
tedious" His hand slipped to her
shoulder. his fingers gripping the
delicate. rounded arm. How
much longer are you going to
fight? Would It not be wiser after
what you have seen today to
recognize that / am master?"
You mean that you will treat
me as you treated the colt this
afternoon7" she whispered. her
eyes drawn back irresistibly 10 his
In spite Of all her efforts.
II mean that you must realize
that my will is law"
And II I do not!" He guessed
rather than heard the words.
Then I win teach you, and I
think that you will iearn-soon.
She quivered In his hands. It
was a threat. but how much of It
he meant to be taken literally she
did not know. Again every ghast.
" detail Of the afternoon passed
with lightning speed through her
mind. When he punished he
punished mercilessly. To what
lengths would he GO? The Arab
standards were not those Of the
men amongst whom she had lived.
The position OF woman In the
desert was a very precarious one.
There were times when she for
got Altogether that he was an Arab
until some chance, as now, drove
the hard fact home indisputably.
He was an Arab. and as q woman
she need expect no mercy At his
hands. His hands! She looked
down for q second sideways at
the fingers gripping her shoulder
and she saw them again stained
with blood, saw them clenched
round the dripping thong. She
knew already by bitter experience
the iron grip of his lean fingers
and the compelling strength Of his
arms. Her quick ims ginstion leap
ed ahead. What she had already
suffered would be nothing COM
pared with what would be. The
remembrance Of the stained,
huddIed figure Of the servant he
had chastised rose before her.
And as she battled with herself,
still torn in her passionate desire
to make her strong will and
courageous spirit triumph over her
coward woman's body that shrsnk
instinctfvely from physical torture.
his arm frightened around her and
she felt the hard muscles pressing
against her shoulders and soft,
bare neck, a suggestion Of the force
lying dormant beside her. She
looked up at him slowly.
His expression was unchanged,
his forehead was still drawn to-
gether In the heavy frown and
there was no softening in his eyes.
The cruel lines about his mouth
were accentuated and the tiger.