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PAGE TEN MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFOKD, OREGON, FRIDAY, MARCH 3, 1933. Valiant Dust by Percival 'Christopher Wren ieau ceStS" lYNOraiB: Ths deeper Jules Uallgni sinks into drunkennees. and into ths intrigue ot the Citadel ot Mekassen the more desperate beeomee the situation 01 Margaret Ualigni, his English tolls, ill about her treachery is afoot to ward Francs, slotted by ths Raid ot Mekasten. and by Uafor Na poleon BiecoU- ot the Foreign he- $ion encamped not far atoay. alsul, s.n of ths Raid, having gotten Jules drunk, slips into liar garet's room. Chapter 20 WHERE WAS JULES? T0 70s call thla btharlog like manr" "LQm a man In lore." aald RalanL 1Ak a man who knows exactly . what ha vanti, and Intends to set It It jou had flftj hnsbands and each one had an army, I would get yon and keep yon." Margaret yawned audibly, tapping her open mouth with her hand while. A brave effort "Very Interesting, Ralaul," she aald. "Getting quite a big, boastful boy, aren't youT But won't yon tell me the rest of the story some other time? I want to go to sleep again, and little as 1 like boastful boys, 1 should bate to see my husband eome and throw yon oyer the bal cony. Three hundred feet. Isn't ltf You'd be a nastier mess than you are now. Again Ralaul laughed and drew a atap nearer. Margaret turned to the bed behind her, and a taint sound waa audible as she moved the pil low. , "Don't move again," she said, "ex cept In the direction of the door, or this pistol will go off and I hate the noise they make In a room." "Oho I Little spit-Ore has got pistol, has she? What a liar Jules b...." "Aa It happens, Jules doesn't ' know Fye got IV replied Margaret with perfect truth, for she bad no pistol, and had never touched pistol lh her Ufe. "So we don't tell our husband brerythlng, do we7" "i shall have something to tell him as soon as he comes," answered Margaret bravely, "If he doesn't eome while you're here and break every bone In your body." Again the amused laugh. "Well, you tell him, darling and then tell me what he says, will pout" said Ralsul. "I think I can tell you that, now," he added. "He'll ' - 'Oh, you mustn't mind young Ralsul. The boy will have bis joke.' He will ..." 'ILooK here," Margare't Inter rupted him abruptly, making her rolce as hard and harsh as she could. "Get out or I'll shoot yon. Go on. Get out, you cur." That maddening mocking laugh again. "You wouldn't shoot me lust for standing here and telling you that you're the loveliest woman on this earth, or In Paradise; and that worship you, would you?" ha asked softly. "Unless you io Instantly, I will hoot you for coming Into my room In the middle ot the night, and making love to me. Now go." And this time it was Margaret who took a step forward. Laughing, Ralsul drew back. "On, splendid! I love yon more than ever, darling. And I shall love fon stlU better without the plstoL Ever so much. I don't want to die tor you, darling, not a little bit 1 Jrant to live tor you and with you." "I'll count ten," said Margaret "Pn , , . two , , " 'Buckle my shoe,' " aald Ralsul. 'Three . . . four . . ." " 'I'll shut ths door,' " said Ralsul, ''after me," and Margaret saw him pass between her and the balcony archway. "Good night darling,"- he said from the door. "We've got all life before ns, and there la no harry. We'll have another Jolly talk when there are no nasty pistols about . . ." The door shut, Margaret rushed cross the room, thrust home the huge clumsy bolts, tottered back to her bed and collapsed upon It She awoke to find herself lying across the over-cushioned, faintly anpleasant dubious, slightly musty, fusty, frowsy bed. In hor dresslng sTown. 8he eat up. Had she had a horrible night mare T , No. It was not a dream. She must get out of Morocco at nee. , HowT How could she get away from this awful placet Where was Jules? She had bolted ths door. Had he come np and found It fas tened? Why hadnt ho hammered and irakeped her? What time had It been when that vile beast had come to her room? She must get a pistol and learn to Are It But how utterly absurd In the twentieth century. Such things don't happen. But this wasn't the twen tieth century here In Mekazzen; It was about the fifteenth, and such things did happen. . What would Jules do to Ralsul? And what would they do to Jules It he killed him? Something ter rible, something unthinkable, tor Ralsul was the appls ot the Kald'a eye. He positively worshipped him and, according to' El Isa Beth el Aln, the Kald was a monster of cruelty and savagery when his auger was aroused, and very often when it wasn't He'd torture Jules to death It Jules Injured Ralsul. Perhaps she had better not tell Jules, after all? But she must, for several reasons. It she didn't tell him, she could produce no sufficient reason for in sisting that they should leave Me kazzen Instantly. It she didn't tell him It might happen again. If she didn't tell him, Ralsul would not get the horse-whipping that he deserved If ever a man did. It she didn't tell him, Jules wouldn't understand her wish for a pistol, and her demand that he should never leave her unprotected. Ot course she must tell blm. . . . But she must Insist on his keep ing bjs temper and controlling the Indignant rage that would lead him to thrash Ralsul within an Inch ot his life. She must point out to him that Ralsul was all-powerful here, and that by coming here, they had put themselves completely outside the pale ot civilization and all that civil ization stands for. She must remind Jules ot the ter rible dungeons and torture-chamber here, and of the Kald's besotted worship of his soil, and of his un bridled savagery and ferocious cruelty to those who offended him. And It Jules turned a deaf ear to her prayers, advice, and warning, she would use his love for her as a conclusive argument, and point out that If anything happened to him, her plight would be terrible Indeed. Margaret rose from the bed and, thinking that she would give any thing to be able to walk Into her bathroom at home, performed her uncomfortable ablutions In a cur tained alcovo, as best she might with the aid ot a kind of glorified brass coffee-pot a big earthenware jar ot water, and a large brass basin. Yes, she told herself, as, with her hand-mirror In one hand and brush In the other, she looked out aoross the shimmering rocky, dusty plain, she must tell Jules, after breakfast and, while minimizing the outrage ous offense sufficiently to keep Jules from "seeing red" and losing son trol, still make It sound serious ' enough to ensure his taking her awsy at once. But after her breakfast of coffee, fruit and bread, Margaret did not tell Jules nor at any other time that day for she did not see him. He was, according to Ralsul who came upon her In the garden, and, with unblushing effrontery, Ignored her cutting and contemptu ous refusal to speak to him or notice his presence unwell, suffer ing from a bad headache, and quite unable to get up. Finding that Margaret completely refused to speak to him, look at htm, or In any way realize his pres ence, even to the extent ot asking where her husband was, Ralsul laughed and obssrved. "VUlaln-avaunt-sald-ehe. But-my-hour will come aald he - for once - aboard - the lugger and the . girl . Is mine. And with a - hissing - scowl he - gnashed-both-hls-teeth-flung-cloak-abont - h!s shoulder and strode away," and strode away. Margaret did not look up from the book which she was not reading, but aa soon as Ralsul was out ot sight went In search ot El Isa Beth el Aln. She waa Jules' mother and, to that extent perhaps Margaret's friend. Presumably she would be able to get to the bottom ot the matter, and find out where Jules was and what had happened. Probably Ralsul bad put soma filthy drug In his coffee or wine. (OferiM I'll. F. 4. SfU, to.) Maroarat finds, tomorrow, olln anothar trouble In II laa Bath al Aln'a apartmant. MIAMI, Da., Mar. I. (jp The condition of Mayor Anton Oermak ot Ohlcago was described as the "best since a week ago" by hu personal phyalolan and son-tn-law. Dr. Frank Jlrka, today. Dr. Jlrka's statement followed an oflolal bulletin which aald the mayor had a comfortable night, aleeplng moat of the time and awakening "feeling quite rested." Meanwhile. Mrs. Joe B. QUI. Miami society woman, also critically wound ed by Zangara, remained In aertoua condition as a result of an Infection of the wound aha received In her abdomen. WRIGL WASHINGTON, Mar. 8. (p) The bouse today took lt last necessary toilon on the 0349,000,000 war de partment appropriation, accepting a compromise with the senat that eliminated $22,000,000 to train un employed youths In year-round camps. If the senate now takes similar ac tion, the bill will be sent to the President for his signature. The bill also now includes 182,600 for the purchase jf remounts, an Item that was In disagreement and which conferees of the house and senate decided to leave In the mea sure. WALL PAPER - Up to the minute 1933 Patterns at JL D. ROSS CO., 32 8 Grape. Desirable nouses always in first class condition (or rent, lease or si Call 10ft. S'MATTER POP By C. M. PAYNE I Wou MUST il-11. L "6 EP OUT Or5- J CEASE.!! ( . C?1 'A6UM6NT, rr Trvt 1 r). . CoMt 1 P VjjJ'DoW? vJ W Alt NT OMKIA A r zr pcm.im? sj) K-&rp i H "tA"T(S- Jj (Copyright. 30, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.) JMb FOR SENJHEELER SALEM, Ore., March 8. (AP) Senator Burton K. 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