The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-03-27

or from her child.
 The woman had been an ircar- nate jealousy in those days, and it was a marvel that she had not succeeded in one of her many att tempts to kill both her and the child Jules
 And here was Jules returned, child grown into a man, and bring ing to see his mother, the English girl, his wife.
 Her husband, her son, and r"r- self, together under the same roof the roof beneath which she and Pedro had spent their honeymoon, and Jules had been born.
 Why had Jules brought this Eng fish girl?
 As she had done so many thou sand times before, the Lady Fl Isa Beth el Ain stood still as a statue, looking, with unseeing eyes, across the desert plain which-three hun dred feet below the little stone bal cony that clung like a swallows nest to the wall of this great castle built upon the edge of great rock-stretched shimmering to the far horizon.
 Why had he brought this pink and-white, beautiful English girl, who so reminded her of her own mother, Elizabeth Elaine Torson?
 Could not Jules have come to see his mother-the mother who had cut her very life in halves to save him, and who had so yearned for him all these without bringing another woman with him?
 Why bring her here at all, in any case?
 But doubtless young, headstrong love would account for that
 But had he told the girl every thing?
 Did she know why he was here?
 How much had Jules told the girl 'of Pedros business? And was she to be trusted? Was she such a one as would deny herself, suffer; give up everything; run every risk; in- trigue and plot and lie and kill; in the interests of her lord and master, as she herself had done for Pedro?
 And suppose the girl knew noth- ing at all, and were merely Jules doll? What would she do, as real ization dawned upon her that the date of her return to England-in- deed, her return to England at all was vague and problematical.
 A thousand pities that the boy should complicate matters and add to his difficulties, not only by mar rying this girl, but by bringing her with him.
 And did he quite-or Pedro either for that matter-understanc young IRaisul?
 She thought not. She feared not. That young Raisul, if her opin- ion were worth anything-and it certainly ought to be worth some thing on that subject-was young devil, if indeed, he were not the Devil himself, incarnate. She might be an old woman (of fortyD who had practically lived her life in the castle of Mekazzen, but she knew what she knew, and if her knowl- edge were not wide, it was deep; and one of the things she knew was the character, intelligence, the mode of thought, and future line Of conduct, of these peopca among whom she had lived and in whose hands her life had precariously been.
 This Raisul she had watched from babyhood until he had gone away to France, and she knew him for what he was, the cleverest, wicked est and cruelest Moor of them all, utterly interruptions, utterly with out conscience, and utterly without fear of God or man or beast or devil
 He was his fathers son in cour- age and cruelty and strength; his mothers son in force and sub tlety; and with cleverness all his own, polished and sharpened and enhanced by education, travel, and experience.
 Let Jules beware of Raisul, and when the time came for the Kaid to. be gathered to his fathers, let Pedro beware of Raisul.
 From babyhood his mother, zai- nub, had poisoned his mind against Jules and Pedro, and though Raj sul had far outgrown his mothers narrow teaching, and was out wardly and apparently the good friend Of his cousin Jules, what is engraved upon the mind of the child remains upon the mind of the man.
 Raisul would remain the good friend of Jules and of Pedro, just