New Britain herald., 1924-06-24
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The slant of his smoky, shadoWed eyes seemed. in her imagination, ac- centuated; she felt that the dread spirit of sleeping passion that was the soul of this strange. far-western night had passed to him, and was coming 10 life within him, The cul- tured gentleman, the distinguished, gracious social favorite that she had known in the South had passed away. in the fierce passion of this desperate hour, and only the Mongol was left, the ravisher out of Asia,
 "I dare do anything-that is my right" he told her simply no longer careful to lower his voice. Dorothy. you are my wife. You are mine, and those kisses are mine. What I want will take"
 But l told you l renounced that marriage"
 Ivan smiled. as if in perfect self confidence. You can't renounce it. marriage lasts forcver-from our point of view" She knew that he was speaking not alone of his particu- lar tribe and country. but of the whose East. You are my wife. legally and definitely; and never for a moment believe that this is a Vest ern marriage. Please don't confuse me with d Wostcrnor, or think that We will live by Western code. fancy you will find that wr of inc East look on womanhood little differently from the men to whom yon are accustomed, but pouH got used to it in time. pleaded with 'oh ht first, which is not in the code; but l don't intend to plead with you any more. You are Mangol's wife, and that means you will give what he asks, think what he says for you To think, and do what he says to do' In time you win learn 1t is the best way--to let ynur husband dccide all these hard matters. Don't let there be ny more talk Of ro- nuheiation--of what you will do and what you will not do." He paused 10 steady his vibrant, trcmulous voice. Dorothy We Of the East do not worship the beauty and the rap- ture We get out Of womanhood, Surb ls Noman's place--to give us that when n woman marrios a man Of my breed, he owns hnr--body and soul,"
 A sudden, upward -flaring Of the camp fire showed tho strange scene in vivid detail. It showed Ivan, his thin, almost beautiful face sriitipgly pale and drawn from the devastation Of his passions, his white hands tremulous with restrained nover. standing beside the fire confronting the girl, it showed Dorothy, covering from him, her beautiful hands clasped at her breast, her rcd mouth ugly and haEgard from the extremes Of terror. and every trace Of her lively. duII- red coloring wiped from her face. it showed the dark forms Of Sarichcf. and the two packers al tho shadoyrd mouth Of the dugout. and Pete. al his watch at the far edge of the circle of iireliEht. it showed Inc commounlarr fixtures of tho camp. and. farther of. a thin white ghost with oufstretrbed arms that was the cross marked with Peter Nowhall's name: and if showed fainilN the alternate charge and re- treat Of tho 0Cean's whffn-maued cavalry on inc beach. pctn needed to look but onco at the slight. cover ing figure Of inc pleading with hands and eyes. broken with terror and drspair-tn know that fine affair was swiftly reaching its inevitable climax An instrument long and dark, on which occasionally thr fire light found a restless. renrrtrd Elram. stood against tho wall of the durorf aud moving quietly, he took Il into hia hands
 You wouldn't take me aeaiust inv ~ill. Itan." she pleaded. tr.ing 10 convince herself as well as the ol1- durate figure before her. Ivan. you have forgotten who I am--who you arr. You are not bcast--"
 We don't consider it heast1y. among the Mongols. to bend our wives to OUT will I know what you were. r that's what you mean. and what you are nos. You were an American lady. rich and great spoiled by the weakness you AmoFf- cans know as cIivalry-but now yoH're Monco1's property. You are not supposed 10 have a will from this time on. Dorothy, except as you re- Fleet my will"
 lie spoke in his usual rather quiet voice. yat she knew that inc fire that consumed him was at desperate height He uo longer attempted self restraint. Asia was in dominance. and he moved toward her like a. glorious tiEtr-the eerv spirit or AsIa-toWard ifs prey.
 'lf you hold me again. Ifi cry for help" she told him. asIf-w liaperine.
 '-C'ry for hcIp. if you vant 10. I'u shoot Pete down like tbe Western clir br is # be dares t0 interfere. BUt ! judge he's lived st this edge CT the Es5st long enough fo learn not to interfere iu a mans family affairs. Those mnu know I'm in Tny riEHts- eesH your ehitaIrous Somtheruers E1ui1 know that. whsiher tHey pre- tended t0 or not. Allow me to con vince you 5nst what good cafiing for help would I0.'
 H2 half turned and caIIrS qaietft to Pavlof His tone was unmiatar- abir thai of an impeTious master ts