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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.
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