Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 252, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 October 1920 — Page 3

Yellow Men Sleep

CHAPTER XVl—Continued. * _ig_ And at the same time in her own way she was considering Levington. whom she trusted, hated, feared, admired —she could not define her feelings. Whenever he spoke to her all the images of her dreams were shattered, and neither he nor she was abashed by it. She lived over the moment when he had dared to come to her apartment, had bent over her, his •strong arms trembling, and every utterance straight from his heart The beating of her heart''must have told him that she was not asleep, and yet she would not have opened her eyes for the world. Soft rugs were spread for her, but the tent was not raised. Violet mists gathered in the south, like W memory

But She Was Limp in His Arms.

of Tau Kuan. Helen was a little way off. He saw her arms her body swaying. He sped to her as she fell upon the sands. “We will go back. If you say.” But she was limp in his arms. A soft gray pallor overspread her face, deepest about the eyes. He carried her to the rugs, and knelt beside her. Water was touched to her forehead. She opened her eyes. “Has it been too much? Shall we wait here, or turn back?” - She shook her head, sighed, and turned away from him. Fu Ah was flitting about the tea-things, and the broad Fansa, with more weight than wisdom, was silently weeping as she bathed Helen’s bi;ow. Con adjusted the silken pillow, and started away, but the princess turned to him again quickly.

“I am not sending you away,” she said. “Tell me what I can do,” he begged. She raised her head from 1 the cushion, and he helped her to sit up. Then she smiled In his face. "I thank you,” she murmured. “It is nothing.” “Will you try some tea and a rice cake?” he asked, regarding the offering in Fansa’s unsteady hands. The tea was fragrant as rain in spring, and the little'cake was studded with raisins. Helen sipped her tea. * “You’re not eating the cake,” he objected. “You will not be able to travel tonight” “Yes, I shall. We must not remain here. We must go on northward.” - “You do not regret coming®’ “iTwould not return,” she replied. Something In the way she said it left him greatly dissatisfied. “I did not see little Besur when we left” she added. r

“He did me a rare turn.” ••He had only enemies, everywhere, but myself—and you.” She looked toward the northern horl- • zon reflectively, and a subtle expres-. slon went oyer her face. “I have never been sad,” .she said. That left him helpless.. She sighed gently as her new sorrow came again. For the moment he saw her as a child. Then she regained control of her emotions, and said with some brightness: "Chee Ming would not believe that you had come to my room.” "You told him that?” < “Yes. He had never had a will rise against him as did . yours- He was greatly puzzled He feared no one In the world but you." “That began in America, when I had the advantage.” "You had wisdom to send the riders away. The trick was beyond him.” "You managed that,” said Levihgton. She seemed rather cheered, and began for the ftrst time to observe her surroundings, all strange. Again, the hemelf ' A/I hind her, .and talked to him. He

I joiced anew to find that be was not I excluded. I “I do not wonder we bad so few I visitors,” she said. ’ “Your world is rather hard to reach,” I The deep rhythm of the desert emI braced the party. Sunrise and sunset I were pulses in the day-beat. Leagues of dry wilderness, sterile plains, fell I away behind them. Fu Ah found time, to shave his white master every day. I There was abundance of tea. dried fruit water, candied melon, and I smoked meat in Jbe pouches. The I beasts grew lean and smoky-eyed, but las yet requiring no urging. Low hills were never so low. when they were I reached. The world was changing. “Did'harm come to Prince Yekutoi?” asked Helen one fiery morning. “I believe not, unless he went mad with fear.” „ ,? “He was very dull." she mused. They progressed, without passing a sign of men, but the country was habitable, the breeze towud evening friendly and cool. Fu Ah Ifeemed to remember now that they could not be far distant from Gughal pass. The coming

dqys proved he was correct Hills were banking against the north. The pass began as a wide valley, rising, narrowing. There was water all along, creeks, forage. Quite suddenly in the sky ahead, .between brown hills, appeared the shining white masses of the mountains, wooled with cloud, leagues beyond. Chinese and Mongolian slipped down to kneel, and Levington removed hts turban In reverence. He drew a mighty breath, and relaxed. Helen’s eyes were starry with wonder. “The pictures were not enough,” she I whispered to him. “It is beautiful.

You are very good.” She was perfect as silver, and he was obliged to mutter to himself his covenant. He felt the pent power that must have brought her to him, but thought it a manlier thing to hold silence. It was the same night that he came near her.tent and found Fu Ah bending over her. Con stopped short The steady motion of the old servant’s arms startled him. > Fansa was sleejiIng audibly. The white man went closer. The Chinese was anointing Helen’s eyelids with koresh. Instantly Con was upon hiin. Trembling with anger, be paused.

“Do not,” Helen whispered hoarsely. “He was commanded.” A low-brushing wing of the wind fanned the cook.flre of hours before and brought a glow that touched the hand of the princess, as she lay within the tent In a rush of bitterness Levington knew that he had been blind. Fu Ah was walling, “No koresh, die.” ’

It was too clear to her lover. -Long desert passage had worn her to the breaking point She had been living upon the drug. He thought of her periods of silence, when he had fancied she was grieving, or angry, or very weary. Secretly the Chinese had been supplying her, ministering the poison, and it had sustained her. She had been like a flower that will not wilt. He.. released Fu Ah, stood wordless In her presence a moment

“Do not” Helen Whispered Hoarsely. “He Was Commanded."

longer, then took himself away, confused, miserable, hopeless. He was caught and frightened In the fragrant web. When the moon was high, be crept back to her tent 'j?. ■ “Are you sleeping?” he whispered. z "Dreaming,” she said, and her voice might have been an echo of faery, “but not steeping.” "Do you—want anything?” "Nothing, my friend." "But can you go onF “I” am doing mv best"

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Still they, met no one, but ever and again a herd of elk would start and slip beyond the brow of a hill. There were wine and food for Helen, but Con watched day and night that no drug reached her. Evergreens dotted the slopes. The pass was narrowing. The princess chose to walk sometimes, and laughed at her lack of strength. At one camp, she held Con’s arm, and talking happily, they moved away from the line of camels. "How is It possible that we are out of the desert?” •‘Only possible by your courage,” said Gon. “Have you never been out of the Gobi before?”

“Only in dreams,” and she was smiling. - —- - — -v • "There Is something here,”—■she ■.placed her hand upon her breast—“that cries out for dreams and peace. Perhaps a man does. not know. My mother knew, and I have it, the cry that cannot come out Oh. there is a bitterness in beautiful things, and a great terror where there is no beauty I It is the awful lonliness—so there—was one dark dream following another, months, and months—the yellow faces. 3 have been too much alone. Oh, remain with me, my friend, because I am 111. My world is gone. YourAnmeJca Is only a name. You are everything.” Her arms were about hte neck, and her breathing seemed painful. All the light went from her face. Tightly she clung, whispering, fearing, all life, until the dark closed over. Levington swallowed bard, and lifted her. He am to Fania. In Fu Ah’s gaze was a glitter of "I told you.” Con could not bear to remain and watch the ministrations that* while no doubt necessary, if the princess were to live* would include the drug he feared and hated. He turned to go, but Helen roused and made a

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I “You are brave; you haye shown I a miracle of strength; but the stuff I will betray you sooner or later.” | “Tea , . . yea.” | "Do you wish to go on with it?” | “No ~ . Yes. 1 cannot—" I “Can’t I help you out of It some- | how?" I After a pause, she said: “You are |, very strong.” I He forbore, because it was a great I effort for her to speak. He no longer I wondered that she bad been content i I to remain in Tau Kuan, for the true I woman was asleep, enchanted within I some Inner chamber of the soul, and I ready at last for the dawn. He was near enough to hear her soft breathI Ing, yet the tent-fold was between them. ’ Con’s own nerves were in a precarious state. Just here some psychic current caught him away, and the moonlight sent him backward Into the ages, I a vivid, irrational experience, and it ; seemed that he had been outside her I tent, somewhere, terribly long ago, perhaps when the Gughal had been a 1 deep-singing river, and the monster Gobi a crystal ocean. Here beside the I water they had camped, he and his captive queen, their hearts the same. Now Con’s turban cast a shadow up- I on the tent, and he knew tbat.lt was himself, then as now. That ancient I madness still possessed his veins In I the thrall .of her presence. Camels | sniffing in the blue shadows, a faded watch-fire, the silence of wooded hills around, and the Immensity of heaven. The illusion held a moment —or a century?—longer—and a hand was upon I his shoulder. Levington was chilled to the quick. This was Fu Ah, desiring speech in private. “She must sleep," said the Chinese I reverently. ~. “Yes. Don’t give her any more than she needs. Help her to break’ off. Not so often.” , “Dreams?” There was an injured quality in the voice. I

I “Yes. The dreams have got to go.” “No.” * “Yes.” I “She die,” said Fu Ah, with seeming complacence. I “Not at all. We are to help her shake off this dreaming. Less and I less, until she Is free.” / The Idea of freedom did not dwell between the narrow temples of the old servant. “We camp here?" “No,” answered Levington. “No koresh, no go on.” ’ 6 “I don’t expect her to ride. In the morning we will make a hammock and carry her between us. There are three of us, and we can relieve one another at the pole.” Fu Ah was much depressed by the Interview. Levington did not try to sleep that night There was no more attempt at haste. He was at liberty to think' everything over in .a more Ultimate, less practical light and he wondered how he had neglected so many thoughts until now. Tau Kuan had grown to be less than a dream, and the screaming dwarfish hordes bad run out of his days altogether. But more and more he missed Andrew . March. He would have asked March what to think about his strange momentary reach of vision into the past the stolen queen and himself

I little .outcry. a faint but unmistakable Summons for him to stay. He knelt above her. He took her cool hand in his. . V Now the Chinese came with his long fingers dipped in the bluish oil. Levington held silent But at the first touch upon her eyelids, Helen shuddered and raised up. Fu Ah was startled. His reassurance came softly In native speech. “No,” said his princess. “Yess," he hissed. “No,” she repeated weakly, shaking her head. “Yes», must I” he repeated instantly. “No 1” whispered Helen. “No more.” Something of Imperial will 'came in that delicate whispering, a law not to be violated. Fu Ah and Fansa were driven to despair. Con was no less nervous, although his own instincts were all with her resolve to quit the drug. He had, deep down, a faith in this first stand against koresh. He led the Chinese aside. “Watch her closely. Watch her i heart I can’t stand It Give It to her; that is, don’t let her go too far. But wait as long as you dare.” . “She has spoken,” said Fu Ah, sullenly. And so it proved. Hour after hour they watched. Fansa gave her a few drops of a hot' strong blend of tea and wine. Fu Ah lingered with his I

There Was No Complication as Soon as Fu Ah Condescended to Interpret for Levington.

I yellow bowl, but the stuff dried on his fingers, and after a time his biffrow' chest gave forth a great sigh. The gods did not Intend his princess to die. Toward evening tn that camp a human figure danced out from the evergreens, and magically, a doz- ! en others came Into view. They were dark men, leather dressed, armed with arrows. Con was at his guni before he took the trouble to note that the intent look upon each strange countenance was not hostile. Their wide cheek-bones seemed Slavic, the* eyes were black and quick. They advanced with motions of pacific intent The camels took fright, no ‘ less than the Mongolian and Fansa. Helen did not see. Fu Ah had the presence of mind to offer his stiffest bow to the foremost Levington went forward. Huntsmen, strong, simple/they were, not seeking enemies, yet very curious. There was no complication, as soon as Fu Ah condescended to interpret for Levington. One of his few remaining gold ,coins came out of Con’s belt, and the hairy chief, upon receipt of it, straightway turned his back, a sign of faith and friendliness. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Ancient Bricks Well Made.

Of the durability of the ancient | bricks the remains of ancient walls I and courses that go back to prehlsI toric times bear witness. So strong I are the well-made sun-dried bricks that they >are found as a foundation many courses deep, beneath the ponderous stone work of ancient temples. The remains of the ancient town, now known as El Eab, still exist, with a wall constructed entirely of such bricks, still a solid mass. These bricks now, as in ancient days, are made with mud from the Nile and chaff, not straw, but the admixture was by no means always required, a* j the Nile mud differed considerably la, different places, * and In second-rate brickmaktng the mixture of “tibu” or dosing we temple group of Karnak which was made under the impulse of the government at the time, this chaff was always used.

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NUly—Who invented classical mtudel Willy (gloomily)—What's the differ sues • tt’s hMFK* JWnwlcty Conrtsr

Embroidery Lavishly Used

NOTHING escapes the craze for embroidery. Clothes for indoors and outdoors, for the house or street, norning to evening—wraps, hats, ilouses, gowns—all are more or less touched up and toned up with this form of embellishment. Naturally designers investigate every corner of the world for Inspirations, and all periods. They draw upon Japan, China, Egypt,

Persia, and other sources for the superb patterns and motifs they need and for knowledge of their use of color. They appropriate and adapt to suit themselves. The supply of ideas has been opulent, it seems. The variety of embroideries, based upon these borrowed designs, is inexhaustible. Here In the picture is a dinner dress of a rich material, made richer by superb embroidery. It is a velvet dress with silk used in the scroll and floral figures that coVer it from top to bottom. It has a round neck and Its short sleeves are an afterglow of

Something New in Blouses

ANYTHING new and “different” in blouses is among the favored in fashions; for which there is every reason to be thankful. So many blouses are made of plain georgette and embroidered in silk or beads that deslgntra appear to have forgotten to think' of them in any other terms. Even so, they are attractive enough to hold the favor of the public, which Will go on for a long time contentedly buying them because they are very pretty and because there is variety in the embroidered designs. But georgette has a promising rWal tn taffeta late arrivals in ♦he realm of blouses. These include also blouses of satin, of duvetyn, and of canton crepe. Crepe-de-chlne used for making blouses Is not at all a new idea, but it la shown In a new departure, that is, In two colors in a gingle blouse. The taffeta blouses ought to prove very successful for winter wear, first, because of their good er than georgette, ana mere is a cuewfttl brilliance about them. They are Hr figured ribbons, which serve tJ

the short-sleeved mode which failed to become a vogue in this country but found many admirers when used In dinner gowns} It io a long, modified princess with the skirt cut in wide scallops at the bottom of front and back panels. These panels are Joined to the knee and from there a gore Is inserted to furnish the required width. A very long sash of crepe-de-chine edged with fringe winds about the waist and is tied at the left sidez lt seems like painting the lily to embroider velvet; and satin or velours as a foundation for a gown of this .kind will not suffer by comparison with the original. Among the models are wonderful satin gowns covered with beads or embroidered figures, and in one of them the designer has succeeded in simulating baby lamb by? means of embroidery on black satin. The richness of this idea is easy to imagine, and It exploits embroidery in still another way. -

. .. . 4 ( \ 1 - V l ' make collars and cuffia little pockety and frills. . Among georgette blouses there are some lovely models to which plain and figured patterns arW combined. Ong of these, as picture!, discloses this dainty and beautiful fabric In a figured design partly veiled with the plain material. Plain georgette forme wide panels at the back and front and is extended into sash ends that tie aft flounces of the plalp crepe, and there, are tiny buttons set close together as a finish down the front £ Now that little sparkling rhinestoM& are twinkling on the horizon of wtoW fa ah in ns we are sure to find Ji ■ S