Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-06-12

alists, pictured leaving the reich
stag in Berlin. International ru-
mors indicate an attempt to
stuff" the reichstag with rOya-
lists and establish a dictatorship
with Won Tirpitz as its head.
afternoon while Ivan and Dorothy
played cards to pass the time. They
watched together the gray of twl-
light thicken over the land, followed
soor by the swift-falling darkness.
The three workmen moved dimly N
and out of the freight as they pre-
pared the evening meal.
The Land of Forgotten Men No. 2
Pete himself filled the girls plate
and brought the food, steaming not,
to her side. She ate heartily, CRATE
full to him, and his last work was to
dig roots from beneath her sleeping
robe so that she might spend the
night in comparative comfort.
He paused for a single instant in
the half-darkness beside her. eff the
rain quits tomorrow, I'll cut lot of
tundra grass and make you real
bed" he told her quietly.
Ivan himself could not have been
more considerate of her She could
not explain how, yet this mans
understanding Of the North, his con-
fidence in his own ability to cope
with it and conquer it, passed to her
and comforted her. 'fYou don't
think We'll have to spend another
night here, do your" she asked.
81 think it very likely. Is that all
| can do for you, Mrs. Newhall?"
Everything, Pete. You are very
kind. Pete, what part of England
are you from? Your accent is not
greatly different from the men of
my own country"
He looked straight at her. Liver
pool. But I've been in America so
long, in the North, it is queer my
accent would be anything but ST.
wash"
He badc her good night and soon
vanished into the murk OF the storm.
She sat while with Ivan, listening
to the beat of the rain on the tent.
Dorothy" he asked suddenly,
"does this land take hold of you?"
She waited an instant, half-dream
ing, before she attempted to reply
1T gets my Imagination, some way"
She confessed at last. at has given
me the queerest moods, the strang-
est thoughts-all day long. How
does it affect your"
He moved nearer, cropping for her
hand. He caught it at last, and his
throbbed with the fierce pulse of his
arteries. do you want to know
how it affects me? 1t just seems to
peel me down-to strip off veneer
of civilization that I've picked up
somewhere and just leave the basi.
part of me, That part of me is some
thing that you yet don't fully know
and I'm some way afraid to have
you fully know it." His voice was
subdued, and he spoke with evident
difficulty. Tonight I'm the man of !
the Ural Mountains. The Occident |
falls away-and leaves only Asia"
A dim fear trickled through her. |
a sense of estrangement and at the
same time of deep fascination; and
she struggled 70 regain her poise
and self-confidence. "Yet this isn'rI
Asia" she said.
Il don't know. It's so far west
that it is almost east. It's like my |
own Siberia. Dorothy, did you no.
tice Pavlof's attitude toward me?"
mo. Not particularly"
Its like slave for his master
am not Boosting, Dorothy. That
man has enough echo of Asia in him
o see Asia in me, and he bows be-
sore it. But l haven't anything on
,arth in common with that big guide
7ete. You, on the other hand, seem
o get along well with him. You in
like him"
Inc East is East and the West is
Nest" she quoted tnoughtfullv
That's it. Your rete is an Anglo.
'axon-the most dominant of all
Western peoples. | am Russian
strictly speaking, l am Mongol
md Oriental blood has slanted my
yes. There's no use Of trying to
hide that fact from yon, even if l
we're not proud Of it. Pete and |
ould never understand each other;
we'd fight and kill each other in a
minute if the gallows and several
ther things didn't drop shadowi
etween." Il
yeti am an Anglo-saxon,1 she }
sd him.
eyes - He hesitated ssPut also :