Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1931-01-29
OuirkS of a Wild Girls Heart
By Achmed Abdullah
Published by special Arrangement with The
Chicago Tribune syndicate.
(Copyrisht: 1880: BY Achmed Abdullah
IN THREE PARTS-PART THREE
lie DREW his sword.
who is with me?" he asked. "NVh,


who is with me?" he asked. "WhC
is for golden loot and red deeds?'
So he spoke-and the eyes of some
of the younger tribesmen glitterec
with excitement; and it was as if
at this rough mans bidding, sixty
years of tranquil happiness would bt
thrown to the winds: and an ole
grandmother. who remembered former
days of strife, whispered:
The Lord protect usl Here is ar
end TO our white peace, our sweet
peace and once again it will
be the lingering of steel-and the salt
taste of a mans blood-the salt taste
of a woman'S tears :"
But, for a while at least, her fears
seemed groundleSs. There was no rid
ing TO war, since Terek would not take
the road without Hirfa-Hirfa who had
ever the same answer to his pleading
II hate youl"
He wondered why it should be So.
He loved her-Such was the sum total
Of his reasoning-so why did she not
love him?
And then, n day, he told himself
that he knew. She wanted marriage
Yes. That was it. For she was diff
ferent from the lawless ONE he had
known in the past.
He sighed a little.
Ah-he thought-marriage meant
iron bonds; it meant an end to free
dom; and hitherto he had always trod
q corolocc moth bory>opipp IN moru
a jovial adventure, many a crimson
mouth of kisses.
Still-marriage it must be
and, that afternoon, he told Hirfa:
Il have decided"
"What?"
II shall marry you. oh crusher OF
hearts. When shall we go before the
priest?"
"Never!"
"Eh?"
Never, neveri'
"But-listen."
Il shall not listen! Ah-and were
you the Arim of the Afghans himself
in glory of emeralds and rich bro
cades I would still say to you: Leave
me alone. 1 nate you!
Cold her words; contemptuous. They
cut through him like a sword. He did
not know that often when she was
alone she would think of him; would
think how she hated him; would wish
savagely, May he die before the
mouth of tomorrow's morning!"-and
then, since there were again the
strange quirks of a wild girls heart,
she would whisper quickly.
Dear Goblet not my wish come
true!"
How her heart throbbed and ached-
ached yet more as presently from end
to end of the valley angry whispers
were being heard that Terek, not con
tent with his fame as a fighter, was
adding thereto a reputation as a lover.
For Terek-had Hirfa known-Was
wondering if jealousy might not turn
the trick with her.
Perhaps, he imagined, if she saw him
counting other women-the brown
haired daughter of the blacksmith
He made love to the latter one aft
ernoon where she stood on the thresh-
old of her husbands house, a tall,
lean, handsome hill-woman.
Decidedly" he declared, walking up
to her with a heavy swagger, II have
seen lips less soft than yours and a
bosom less pleasantly rounded. Aye
you are the one for my fathers only
son."
Only her hasty retreat into the house
and a shower of earthen pots thrown
by her two servant girls saved her
from his rough embrace. He laughed
He strolled away. And later on, when
the priest demonstrated with him, he
said with calm arrogance:
What a l do? 1t is a sending OF
fate. You see-I fall in love SO readily
Indeed it seemed so. And within
the week-since Terek had a way with
the women, a way that was the CLINT
and fire in his eyes, the careless swing
of his shoulders, and his soft voice
that, belize, could hold a spice o.
cruelty at times-the forest might have
whispered many a secret of COLDER
words and red kisses. The Kara.
Bayrak would have been glad to SET
Terek on his ~way-north, east, ives
anywhere at all. And one day Ham