The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-04-17
Chapter 30 JULES AGREEMENT

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 So we'll cry quits" he said, and understand each other. Any time that Im-ah-'defeated., shall We say, 'o'ertook, under the influence T have been drugged. Any time that Raisul makes himself, shall we say, @ nuiSance'-it's a harm less filtration and no harm done As you say, we're absolutely in his power. And what's got to be donc may as well be done cheerfully and with a good grace"
 Margaret's blood boiled, and her fighting spirit raised its head.
 Not for nothing had she grown up with O5ho Belleme, shared all his games and sports and pastimes followed him, fought with him loved him and imbibed his ideas, adopted his beliefs. accepted his standards. T Say and I Do" was Otho's motto.
 She raised her head from her hands, looked at her husband in wonder and rose to her feet.
 I'm going home she said quietly.
 She had said it, and she would do it.
 Some day, perhaps" aSsented her husband When Raisul agrees and provides the camels, mules, water, provisions, fodder, camel men, muleteers and escort.
 Meanwhile, he continued, sup poSe-just for a bit of fun, suppose you don't offend and sntagonize land infuriate our best friend and worst possible enemy. No more idi- otic schoolgirl heroics. What are you staring at?"
 For Margaret was regarding this man, iler husband, with a cool. impersonal but searching scrutiny.
 What was it-this thing? An eel that slipped through your hand as you grasped it, leaving nothing be- hind but slimy emptiness? A Iquicksand, a morass which, look ing like firm ground, gave way be- heath your feet, leaving you floun- dering-nay, foundering-in mortal danger? A haystack of feathers or soft wool, at which you struck in vain; a thing invulnerable in its softness, a thing against which one could beat oneself to death as one who beats the air until exhausted?
 T am going home" repeated Margaret. win you take me?"
 T won't and can't. 1
 Will you come with ne?" eq,
 NO, I can't. My business :,
 I'm going home. If you take me, we'll forget this nightmare and start again in England. If you won't help me, but will come with me, we'll talk things over when we get to England, and if you'll prom ise not to come back to Morocco I'll do my best to continue as your wife. If you leave me to go alone, I will never speak to you nor see you again."
 T fully agree. You certainly won't!" replied Jules Maligni "Its, a pity Otho Belleme rushed off to the French Foreign Legion. isn't it?"
 T also fully agree. It certainly is,' replied Margaret quietly, gent ly.
 And nothing more that her hus- band could say had any power to provoke her to recrimination con- tradiction or any show of anger.
 The days and weeks that followed were such that occasionally Marga- ret looked in her little hand mirror to reassure herself that her hair had not turned white.
 More than once she had spent the night alone in her room, unable to sleep, in spite of the fact that she had doubly barred and bolted the door.
 More than once she had encoun- tered Raisul, in courtyard, garden, and corridor and had frankly fled with more speed than dignity, pur-. sued by his mocking laughter.
 A specially hideous fear and a growing belief against which she fought and of which She was ashamed augmented her general state of terror. anxiety and appre- hension and almost brought her to despair and defeat-the fear and belief that her husbands pres ence in the castle was no safe guard; that, far from being a tower Of strength, he was a source of weakness and danger.
 Indeed-though she Shrank i,, every fibre of her soul from ad- mitting the thougilt-she began to feel that he was a traitor in her camp that the watch-doc was treacherous wolf, a jackal a hyena.
 With him she held such conver- sation and communication as wos polite and necessary, the while there hardened in her heart the determination never again +o so his changed, deteriorated, loath- some face, once she had escaped l from this terrihla t,lana o,.s ]