Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-06-27

beside the fire confronting
the girl; it showed Dorothy, COVER
ing from him, her beautiful hands
clasped at her breast, her red mouth
ugly and haggard from the extremes
Of terror, and every trace of her
lovely, dull-red coloring wiped from
her face; it showed the dark forms
of Sarichet, and the two packers at
the shadowed mouth of the dugout,
and Pete, at his watch at the far
edge of the circle of freight; it
showed the commonplace fixtures Of
the camp, and, farther off, thin
white ghost with outstretched arms
that was the cross marked with
Peter NewhalPs name; and it show
ed family the alternate charge and
retreat of the oceans white-maned
cavalry on the beach. Pete needed
to look but once at the slight, COVER
ing figure of the girl-pleading with
hands and eyes, broken with terror
and despair-to know that the af-
fair was swiftly reaching it's inevi
table climax. An instrument long
and dark, on which occasionally The
freight found a restless, reflected
CLEAN, stood against the wall of the
dugout, and moving quietly, he took
it into his hands.
''You wouldn't take me against
my will, Ivan," she pleaded, trying
to convince herself as well as the
obdurate figure before her. Ivan,
you have forgotten who l am-who
you are. You are not beast"
Eve don't consider it beastly,
pmong the Mongols, to bend our
wives to our will. l know what you
were, if that's what you mean, and
what you are now. You were an
American lady, rich and great,
spoiled by the weakness you Ameri-
cans know as chivalry-but now
you're Mongors wife, and there
fore a MongoPs property. You are
not supposed to have a will from
this time on, Dorothy, except as you
reflect my will"
He spoke in his usual rather quiet
voice, yet she knew that the fire
that consumed him was at desper-
ate height. He no longer attempted
self-restraint. Asia was in donl;-
nance, and he moved toward her like
a glorious tiger-the very spirit Of
Asia-toward its prey.
IF you hold me again, I'll cry for
help" she told him, half-whispering.
Cry for help, if you want to. I'll
shoot Pete down like the Western
cur he is if he dares to interfere.
But judge he's lived at this edge
of The East long enough to learn
not to interfere in a mans family
affairs. Those men know Pm in
my rights-even your chivalrous
Southerners would know that,
whether they pretended to or not.
Allow me to convince you just what
good calling for help would do
He half turned and called quietly
to Pavlof. His tone was unmistak-
ably that of an imperious master to
his slave; he might have been an
Oriental sultan calling to one of the
eunuchs of his harem. Yet Pavlof
did not take offense. He hurried,
fawning, into the circle of light.
My bride here is little unruly,"
Ivan said easily. You know how it
is, sometimes, Pavlof. She's just a
little nervous and rebellious-and
might need a very small amount of
help"
Pavlof bowed slightly; but he did
no tspeak. The lines seemed to
deepen and strengthen on his dusky
face as he waited for his orders;
otherwise he gave no sign.
We're going to change our plans,
Pavlof," Ivan went on. "We're not
going to the Outside, after all. l
want you to be the head guide from
now on, and l want you to guide us
to one of the Eskimo villages
avoiding carefully all white settle
ments. This lady and I are going 10
lose ourselves among the natives I'M
til she learns to think differently
along certain lines. She objects
somewhat to going, and I'm afraid
that for few days, until she gets
the right point of view, Wen have to