The Key West citizen., 1940-11-16
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wood bowls and sat down on the
rug beside her.
Are you unhappy" he asked
81 don't know" She looked up
at him. you enrage me dread
fully but I can't stay angry long.
Just now I'm in funny state Of
mind. reckless, abandoned. Have
you ever associated with such
woman before?"
He smiled a little. Not In
these circumstances"
Il don't care what happens to
US just so I stay with you"
He gave her a sidelong glance
That IS encouraging.
Il think you are a remarkable
person. cannot understand why
Sherlock should 90 into the Koko
Nor country looking for prince
material and pick out a mission
ary's son when he had you at
home"
Temu broke into quick laugh
ter. Lynn, you're the joy of my
life"
She bent towards him. "Are
you really -incorruptible?"
He took her wrists and bade
her. Look into my eyes and tell
me what you see"
She obeyed and presently nod
ded. 4 suppose that's one of the
reasons I admire you so much.
Am l no temptation at all to
yOu?"
20 Tara Lynn" he groaned,
and jumped to MS feet. He set
about packing the things they
would carry with them. We
must be going" he said.
The tramp to the yurta was a
long and firing journey to people
shod in Mongol boots. II was
afternoon before they reached the
spot The tent housed a large
family for Mongolia: a husband.
a wife, and four children.
The man could spare none Of
the horses about the camp. But
he sent his eldest son to bring
in a pair of ponies from a herd
in lower valley. The boy could
not return until the following
morning.
Strange Evening
4 T Temu's insistence, Lynn lay
l L down and rested a bit on a
pile of furS inside the yurta,
while he helped the family beat
sleeps wool into felt on a level
piece of sod near the well.
At dusk, along with a snow
storm, a travelling lama arrived.
He had come to perform religious
Offices for the Weil-being of the
family and for a bounteouS in
crease to their flocks. When they
all crowded into the yurta Temu
came and sat down beside Lynn.
It's lucky you had some sleep
this afternoon" he said. There
won't be much repOSe tonight
with the lama here"
After a meal of cheese and tea
and boiled mutton, the party re-
clined about the fire cage on furS
and red cushions while they told
stories and sang songs. The man
Of the family played a flute in
strange minor key, and passed
Temu a stringed instrument
something like a crude violin.
Lynn sat listening to the rollick-
ing lit of There is a Tavern in
the Town" and hardly knew
whether or not she was dream
ing.
Outside the snow fell softly in
fine crystals. Within. lights from
the butter lamps fiickered on the
altar images. The glow from the
stove gave a rosy shine to the
dark, grease-grimed faces Of the
natives. and picked out the birch
framework of the walls of the
tent in lines of black where it
laced the white felt of the yurta.
Native wine was passed around
the circle in honor of the visitors.
The smallest child in the tent,
little girl with gray eyes and
light hair. that showed a ten
dency TO curl despite the grease
and soil that had accumulated
during her few years of life. nod
ded sleepily against her mother.
DO you suppose this man is
her father?" Lynn asked Temu.
He said Unexpectedly, Wen
find out" He turned and spoke
to the man who made laughing
answer. waving his hands as he
talked.
He says he doesn't know, but
she was caught in his herd. She
may grow up TO be a forceful
woman and rule her household.
Though Mongol women have a
hard life, they have equality with
men"
81 used to think that mixing
blood was a dreadful crime"
unused Lynn.
He leaned close. lingering the
musical instrument that was in
his hands. Now, what do you
Think"
Il think it's inevitable and part
of the plan. You can't tell me,
Temu, that you're pure Mongol."
You've noticed that?"
4 noticed it the first time I
saw you. My people have lived
in America since the settlement
of Vermont. Perhaps there's In
dian blood in me"
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