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PAGE FOUR CIhej'LANDOF FMOTTEN MEN Cdison JllarihalL Released, b/ NEA Seivice? Inc, '^WE9SMlljjg\*^ > ' r Copyright 1923 by Little, BYown. &. Ca BEGIN HERE TO DAY Peter Newhall, Augusta, Ga, Dees to Alaska, after being told by ■ Ivan Ishmin, Russian violinist, he had drowned Paul Sarichef, Ish min’s secretary. Ishmin and Peter s wife, Dorothy, had urged him to go to South America. He joins Big Chris Larson in response to a dis tress signal at sea, giving Larson his sea jacket. Their launch hits rocks. Larson’s body is buried as Newhall’s. Peter, rescued, find in juries have completely changed his 4 appearance. Dorothy and Ishmin go to Alaska to return Peter’s body. They do not recognize Peter in their head guide. A storm strands them at the grave. "Chang ename,” a message from a seance, Dorothy believes to be from Peter, telling her to accept Ishmin's marriage proposal. They are mar ried by a native priest. Sarichef appears. Dorothy renounces the marriage and calls Ishmin her hus band’s murderer. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY The slant of his smoky, shadowed eyes seemed, in her imagination, ac centuated; she felt that the dread spirit of sleeping passion that was the soul of this strange, far-western night had passed to him, and was coming to life within him. The c.ul tured gentleman, the distinguished, gracious social favorite that she had known in the South had passed away, in the fierce passion of this desperate hour, and only the Mongol was left, the ravisher out of Asia. “I dare do anything—that is my right," he told her simply, no longer careful to lower his voice. “Dorothy, you are my wife. You are mine, and those kisses are mine. What I want I will take.” “But I told you I renounced that marriage—” Ivan smiled, as if fn perfect self-' confidence. “You can’t renounce it! A marriage lasts forever—-from oUr point of view,” She knew that, he was speaking not alone of his par ticular tribe and country, but of the whole East. “You are my wife, legal ly and definitely; and never for a momnt believe that this is a West- Enjoy Hot Weather We all enjoy something cold to drink in the summer time, so why not see our line of Ice Tea Glasses, Sherbets, Tumblers, Goblets and Compotes. THOS. L. BELL See Our Window Display In the twist bottle F ' , Americus Chero-Cola Bottling Co, 1 Americus, Georgia Rylander Theatre / , MONDAY AND TUESDAY ' \ J s William Fox Presents ST. ELMO Loved and Read by Three Generations with John Gilbert, Barbara Lamarr J Bessie Love x t 1 tin 4 10c, 25c and 35c / if - y “PUT xiER DOWN,’’ HE SAIL slowly. me With a Westerner, or think that we will live by a Western code. I fancy you will find that we of the East look on womanhood a little differently from the men to whom you are accustomed, but you’ll get used to it in time. I pleaded with you at first, which is not in the; code; but I don’t intend to plead with you any more. You are a Mon gol’s wife, and that means you will give what he asks, think what he says for you to think, and do what 'he says to do. In time you will learn it is the best way—to let your hus band decide all these hard matters. Don’t let there be any more talk of renunciation—of what you will do and what you will not do.” He paus ern marriage. Please don’t confuse ed to steady his vibrant, tremulous voice. Dorothy, we of the East do not worship the beauty and the rap ture we get out of womanhood. Such is woman’s place—to give us that. When a woman marries a Man of my breed, he owns her — %ody and soul!” A sudden, upward-flaring rtf the camp fire showed the strange scene in vivid detail. It showed Ivan, his thin, almost beautiful face striking ly pale and drawn from the devasta tion of his passions, his white hands tremulous with restrained power, standing beside the fire confronting the girl; it showed Dorothy, cower ing from him, her beautiful hands clasped at her breast, her red moutn ugly and haggard from the extremes of terror, and every trace of her lovely, dull-red coloring wiped from her face; it showed the dark forms pf Sarichet, and the two packers at the shadowed mouth of the dugout, •and Pete, at his watch at the far edge of the circle of firelight; it showed the commonplace fixtures of the camp, and, farther off, a thin white ghost with outstretched arms that was the cross marked with Peter Newhall’s name; and it show ed faintly the alternate charge and retreat of the ocean’s white-maned cavalry on the beach. Pete needed to look but once at the slight, cower ing figure of the girl—pleading w’th hands and eyes, broken with terror and despair—to know’ that the af fair was swiftly reaching its inevi table climax. An instrument long and dark, on which occasionally the firelight found a restless, reflected gleam, stood against the wall of the dugout, and moving quietly, he took it into his hands. “You wouldn’t take me against my will, Ivan,” she pleaded, trying to convince herself as well as the obdurate figure before her. “Ivan, you have forgotten who I am—who you are. You are not a beast—” “We don’t consider it beastly, pmong the Mongols, to bend our wives to our will. I know what you were, if that’s what you mean, and what you are now. You were an American lady, rich and great, spoiled by the weakness you Ameri cans know as chivalry—but now you’re a Mongol’s wife, and there fore a Mongol’s property. You are not supposed to have a will from this time on, Dorothy, except as you reflect my will.” He spoke in his usual rather quiet voice, yet she knew that the fire that consumed him was at a desper ate height. He no longer attempted self-restraint. Asia was in domi nance, and he moved toward her like a glorious tiger—the very spirit of Asia—toward its prey. “If you hold me again, I’ll cry for help,” she told him, half-whispering. “Cry for help, if you want to. I’ll shoot Pete down like the Western cur he is if he dares to interfere. But 1 judge he’s lived at this edge of the East long enough to learn not to interfere in a man’s family affairs. Those men know I’m in my rights—even your chivalrous Southerners would know that, whether they pretended to or not. Allow me to convince you just what good calling for help would do.” He half turned and called quietly to Pavlof. His tone was unmistak ably that of an imperious master to his slave; he might have been an Oriental sultan calling to one of the eunuchs of his harem. Yet Pavlof did not take offense. He hurried, fawning, into the circle of light. “My bride here is a little unruly,” Ivan said easily. “You know how it is, sometimes, Pavlof. She’s just a little nervous and rebellious—and I might need a very small amount of help.” Pavlof bowed slightly; but he did no tspeak. The lines seemed to deepen and strengthen on his dusky face as he waited for his orders; otherwise he gave no sign. “We’re going to change our plans, Pavlof,” Ivan went on. “We’re not going to the Outside, after all. I want you to be the head guide from now on, and I want you to guide us to one of the Eskimo villages— avoiding carefully all white settle ments. This lady and I are going to lose ourselves among the natives un til she learns to think differently along certain lines. 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A • .... .• IMfi / Mrs. Ruth Cook, 19, held by San Francisco police as a rob ber suspect, has issued a call for her fugitive newly wedded husband to “come and explain.” “He’d get m e out of this if he were here,” she says. But Fred Cook, accused of a SIO,OOO jew elry robbery, hasn’t shown up yet ’ treat her like a prisoner. I might need you, from time to time, to help guard.” Favlof nodded, but he showed no disrespect to his master by even the slightest glimmer of a leering smile. There was no help for Dorothy here. He seemed to take this strange situ ation wholly as a matter of course, just as Ivan had known he would take it; and Dorothy glimpsed again the great universe that separates the races. “Os course I can depend on you?” Ivan asked. “Sure. She’s your wife. What you say goes.” "That’s, all for now. She might even attempt to escape from my tent tonight, but' I don’t think I’ll need your help?’ He paused, waiting till i,the man moyed back to his dugout. “You’ll find the other breed’s, point of view just the same, Dorothy,” lie explained. “If you hadn’t married me he’d be glad to fight for you. Now you’re my wife he’H obey me. Os course Sarichef is my faithful servant—in everything. Are you convinced?” There was no help here. Likely even Pete would admit the Mongol’s ownership of her, body and sou’ A single dry sob rasped at her throat, and she turned as if about to dart away in flight into the night and the storm. But even this doubtful mercy was not vouchsafed her. Ivan moved toward her, a motion fast as the leap of a tiger, yet giving no image of great exertion and his arms pinned hers to her side. Then with no show of effort, he lifted her bodily and started into the tent. Pete the guide stepped into the circle of firelight. His rifle rested in the hollow of his arm. His rugged, weather-beaten face was stark white “Put her down,” he said slowly Ivan turned in infinite scorn, as he set the girl on her feet. He met the man’s quigt, unfaltering gaze. He saw, dimly, that the hand that held the weapon was steady as a vice pf'iron. “You’re taking a dangerous risk, | Pete,” he said, evenly. “Put up that I gun and close your eyes if you don’t like what you see, and most of all don’t start anything that you can’t carry through. I’ll do what I like with this woman. She is my wife.” Pete’s quiet gaze did not waver. The ruddy light poured over him “She is not yqur-wife,” he said clear ly. Ivan opened his lips, and his arms were limp at his side. Dorothy ut tered one long-drawn gasp that whis pered strangely in the silence. For her the veil still had the truth, but it was being swept away like mist before the blast of the gale. She felt just at the eve of some pro found climax. Ivan fought away an inexplicable sense of dismay, a vague, creepy terror that had penetrated to bis heart. “Are you a fool?” he asked. “You saw me marry her. The mar riage was legal.” Pete shook his head. “It was not legal. It couldn’t be legal. She is Peter Newhall’s wife!” “But Peter Newhall is dead!” Ivan’s voice was shrill and strange, not his own. A light grow on Dorothy’s stricken face until it was a white flame, surpassing belief. “He was dead to the living world, but he has risen,” was the answer. “I am Peter Newhall.” CHAPTER XX Reunited The simple words, so moving and mysterious in the half-light, lifted Dorothy to the skies, out of the storm and the night, the despair and the terror never to descend again; yet she knew no particular sense of amazement other than that of her own blindness in failing to guess Pete’s identity long since. (Continued in Our Next Issue) MISS ALIDA HILEY DIES AT FORT VALLEY FORT VALLEY, June 27.—Miss Alida Hiley, 58, one of Fort Val ley's most beloved women, died here Wednesday at the home her brother, Roland A. Hiley, on Everett square. Miss Hiley was a member of the Methodist church, and Rev. Loy Warwick will conduct the funeral services. Interment will be at Oak Lawn cemetery. Miss Hiley is survived by four brothers, Roland, Frank, Eugene and Wallace Hiley, all of Fort Val ley, and a sister, Mrs. Clifford Houser, of Tampa. The average husband hasn’t as much sense as he thinks he has, but he has more than his wife suspects. Cows used to get scared and run when they saw an auto, but now they get scared when they see a horse. The most expensive thing about a vacation is getting fired because thq firm learns it can do without you. 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