The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-25

know things about that queerly
carved, thick gold ring with the
big emerald he had on his right
hand. He never would tell her
anything about that, he always put
her off.
Of course, there came the time
when she held the emerald ring in
her hand, having with delicious
guile tricked him into letting her
have it, and she did the things the
seer had taught her to do
She was in clearing; it was
dark, thick, smelly, ard hot. Big
fires were burning, and she could
see crowds of tall black savages.
She could see their teeth shining
in the fires, and the big eyes rolf
ing They were afraid,
those savages, horribly afraid!
Thick, dense walls of Jungle
crowded in on every side; there
was a sort of demoniac darkness in
that ominous and lowering jungle.
And she, but she was a
he she was sitting on a
great chair, with ivory arms, and
gold, solid gold, on the ivory; she
could see her-no, his-knees in
the tropic riding breeches.
And about her neck were the slim
arms of woman.
A beautiful woman, cinnamon
colored, passionate, and gloriously
barbaric. Lovely-yes, in fierce,
soft way, like a panther; and as
terrible as panther, too. Those
savages were afraid of her, weak
with fear of this woman, and the
man (who was, somehow, Jennifer
too). The pair of them seemed to
be kings, gods over these savages.
There was a horrible image,
with great cleaning brass eyes,
and fires before it, and big, fiat
stone, and men lying down in
front of the stone before the idol.
But their attitudes were queer and
contorted, and they were very still.
Before the stone was girl, beau
tiful, savage girl, almost as light
as the woman with her arms round
the mans neck Chat is, Jennifer's
neck), but more lovely in a soft
and gentle way. She stood there
slim, soft, passive, superbly naked,
but there was terror in her eyes as
she stared at Jennifer-that is, at
the man, the owner of the emerald
ring.
And the woman with her arms
round his neck was whispering
what? Awful! Horrible! It was
"Kill! KILT" The man, the owner
of the ring, hesitated - Jennifer
could feel the hesitation in her own
heart - then the passionate arms
chung tighter, the hot lips caught
at the mans. The man hung indie
terminate, then the hand with the
emerald ring on it rose in signal.
A great savage with curving
knife bounded towards the naked
girl Jennifer screamed.
She screamed and went off. into
Mysteries, flinging the accused en-
erald ring away from her. She
was carried up to her room, and
remained in it for a month. She
refused always to see Mar Murray.
The mere mention of his name was
enough to cause a relapse in the
first days, and later she could not
hear his name without horror.
The engagement was broken off,
naturally. And, though Mar Muir
ray demanded explanations, Jen-
infer would not give one - how
could she? The revelation of this
well-hidden secret was too terrible
a thing for a girl to utter. So Mar
Murray, after few frantic months
in town, went back to his wilds--
back to the passionate arms of his
savage woman, Jennifer thought,
shuddering with horror.
And yet, somehow, she still
loved him. She married in time,
quite well, and her husband duly
bored her stiff, and the years went