Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1923-04-25

nASh1 require, from herself In particu-
lar. In caliphate and khanate. there
can be no plan of priest, warrior or
king that Is not discussed behind the
lattlces of the female courts. and no
girl is too young to know her place in
the scheme. Indeed, the statecraft of
the Orient often originates within
these fragrant sanctuaries.
Tau Kuan imprisoned much of
beauty. Helen had been broadly edu-
Gated. Lexington was tossed unhap-
PLY between the girlish purity of the
princess and the probable depths of
her sophistication. Something, per.
maps masculine pride, limited to him
that she was amusing herself with two
creduious white men. Something re-
minded him that she had Irish blood.
the spring of sublery and grave humor.
The same faculty in Con reminded
MIN also how nicely she had concealed
a surprise that would have been nat
ural upon meeting two Americans for
the first time in her life, and particu-
larry one of them her own father.
Yet this might be nothing more than
result of Chinese training, the self
control that nothing can disturb.
YES" she said slowly, 81 have heard
OF the Melting Pot, but Chez Ming says
there is no fire under it."
He knows better than that, for he
has been scorched by it," said Con.
But race does not rise to great
ness by fear and force" Andrew
March was saying ardently. "a city
cannot become perfect against it's will.
There is no love in Tau Kuan."
Helen was pensive. "That is what
mother used to tell me-" she said.
March sighed brokenly. Even Besur
halted his self-inspection, and turned
sad small eyes upon his mistress.
Lexington has told you the truth
about our country" March continued.
1.-THE fire that Chez Ming has over
looked is freedom. 1t is not in his
philosophy. Under his guidance Tau
Kuan might one day be a unified ma
ton, but it would be a race of-Be-
surs."
docs Besur trouble your she
asked of Con- not hesitating to wreck
her fathers conversation.
"NOt at ALL" said Lexington, as he
removed the ape from his neck for the
fifth time. Nor did Con intend to
grow serious, but he felt suddenly that
this was the penalty for his wasted
life-tO come into her presence only
in time to find that she was being
drawn into an inevitable gray sacri-
flee. He did not observe the glance
March gave him, a look of trust and
appeal. Helen did not comprehend
the new intensity in Levington's gray
blue eyes; she knew nothing of the
pain she started in the heart of this
wanderer. Then her father humbly
asked:
"Are you-are you fond of Prince
Yekutoi?"
She glanced at him quickly and
smiled.
"You are like mother. She asked
that question many times, when the
prince and I were small, very young
people,"
"And what reply did you give your
motherY'
81 do not remember. She counseled
me, and made me promise-but have
forgotten. The prince can ride and
shoot He recites all the songs of Ii
Pc. He is twenty-four years old,
pure Mongol."
If this were wanton torture, she de-
livered it with perfect calm. Loving
ton caught his breath, and storm
threatened within him. It was both
relief and an agony to know that she
did not love the prince. Levington's
personal state was sunk deeper when
he recalled that he was himself pris-
oner, and would doubtless be out of
the way in short while. And then be
caught the sentence from her lips, a
casual mention:
sour nuptials begin at the new
MOON"
Andrew March leapt to the center Of
the rug, and his eyes were ablaze.
"Little girl, you do not know life
You speak of things unbearable. This
is criminal. You are white, as your
mother tried to impress upon you, and
they have made you forget it. You
cannot be handed about in the oriental
fashion. They are crazy out here.
Yes, they are devils J"
Now the withered and double
SCARED Chinese servant entered the
room. and at his heels came four of
the huge soldiers, the same who had
ridden down the white men in the
rayine, and who also had appeared
against them before the prince. Their
swords dangled and chinked. Their
boots were free from dust, and the
cloaks upon their high shoulders were
of heavy raw silk, a golden yellow.
CHAPTER TX.
Below the Walls.
On his roof again, Con noted that
an awning of green silk had been
stretched over his doorway. and