New Britain herald., 1924-06-09

"1t rots my imagination. some way" sch confessed at last, Tt has given
 me the queerest moods. the strangest thonghts-all day long How does it affect you?" He moved nearer, HropinE for her hand. lic caught it at last, and his throbbod with the fierce pulse Of his arteries. Do you want to know how if affects me? T. just seems to peel mo down---to strip off veneer of civilization that I've picked np some where and just leave the basic part of me. That part of me Is something that you vet don't fully know-and Pm some way afraid to have you fully know it." His voice was sub dued. and he spoke with evident diff culty. Tonight I'm tho man Of tho l'ral Mountains. Tho oceident falls away-and leaves only Asia"
 4 dim fear trickled through her. a sense Of arrangement and at the same timo or doep fascination; and she struggled to regain her poise and seif-confldence. "Yet this isn't Asia" she said
 T don't know. It's so far west that it is almost cast It's like my own Siberia. Dorothy, did you no- tice pavlofs attitude toward me-"
 No, not particularly"
 "ft's like slave for his master. am not boasting. Dorothy. That man has enough echo of Asia in him to see Asia in mo. and he bows be- fore it I,ut haven't anything on earth in common with that big guido. Pete. You. on theother hand. seem 10 get along well with him. You in- stinctively like him"
 "fho East is East and tho West is West" she quoted thoughtfnlly.
 That's it. Your Pete is an Anglo l Saxon-tho most dominant Of all Western peoples. am q Russian strictly speaking. am q Mongol, an Oriental blood has slantcd my eyes. 1 There's no usc Of trying 10 hide that ]. fact from you. even if were not i proud of it Pote and could never , understand each other: we'd fight and kill each other in a minute if tho gal l lows and several other things didn't 1 drop shadow between"
 "Yct--I am an Anglo-sazon," she ] told him.
 "Yes." Hc hcsitaicd. "Bm also . you arr woman. Wc men of the . East do mol look on women as we look on men. don't iove you for | what yon rarially are. Racial differ cnCes don't have 10 interfere fin a love like ours-in marriage such as ours would be, that would move like a dream--in a garden"
 eH took his violin from ifs casc and held it while. lovingly, in his white hands. He began 10 play for her. softly.
 The composition he chose vas ono that she had never heard before: a wild, haunting thing in the minor hat shc guessed was folk melody of his own T-rais. He was not play ing to her. tonight. He was simply seeking expression of his own un- Oriental soul As always his technique was naWless; yet to- night he played with fire and an srdor she had neyer heard iH him before.
 Ivan played on and caught tho soul Of this North in the wild, plain -iHE AEAtS. HE flHtlC HtAHE4Fu NllN the sound of the storm. the rain 1ash- Ing the tent. the long shriek of the wind. the beat Of the waves on the shore.
 CHAPTER IN.
 an Incident of illc Trail
 Dorothy slept Iate. and Pete cooked her special breakfast ~hfn he heard her stirring in the tent. She saw with relief that the worst of the storm had passed through the night.
 When Pete tcok the crude tin cat nE utensils from her hand. he rau-sd. for moment uncertainty Mrs. Nsv hall. fhis camp is tn need 1f ffesh meat" bA began rather shy b. We may be here a fsw days get. and nice yenison would 20 pretty good. I'm HCudcffng if you md Mir. Ishmin Rculd like to go into Inc interior with me. today. and sec f we couldn't get caribou"
 Dorothy glowed al the prospect. I'd like it verr much. Fete. Let's