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Show bB H-M Mrk DarreU, young American lumber, man, li bosi of a lumber camp near St. Victor, Canada. He bai fallen In love with Madame Madeleine KInroii, younf widow wid-ow who owm the tlmberland. She return! re-turn! Mark's affection. Her lawyer, Horace Broussae, Is alio a suitor and Mark's enemy. Broussae persuades AndreGaUpeault and two other men to waylay Mark and put him In a cabin In the path of a forest Are. Nat Pate, Mark's assistant, tries to rescue him. Meanwhile Eric Kinross, Madeleine's ihuiband, returns, seeking vengeance on Broussae, Gallpeault and others. He hurries over to the lighthouse to greet his wife Madeleine. On the way he passes Broussae, but does not recognize him. The lawyer Is fleeing. CHAPTER IX And Madeleine heard! She knew! A look of awful fear came upon her face, but it was not such fear as Broussae had Inspired. This was her man, her husband, whom she had known since she was a child. She never loved him, but she had always respected him, and she knew that he was Incapable of laying lay-ing a hand upon her, however hot his anger. Now he was standing, towering, before her, looking down at her. Then he swept her into his arms and kissed her. He paid no attention atten-tion to old Andre, who, seeing that Madeleine was safe, slipped back to the lighthouse, where he had left the boy, Georges, in charge. "I have come back, Madeleine, my little one. Are you not glad to see me?" "I always knew you were not dead, Eric," she sobbed. "But did you not know where I had been?" "No! Nobody would tell me. For a long time they pretended that you were dead, but I thought your head had been injured by a floe, and that you were in an insane asylum, asy-lum, somewhere in America." The seigneur laughed. Big men are accustomed to treachery, which is the defense of weaklings. It didn't matter what lies they had told about him. "No, my little one, I got Into trouble on St. Pierre. There was some good brandy there, and I drank too much. I killed a revenue man, but it was in a fair fight They sent me to a prison in France, and last month I was set free, and o I came back to you." Madeleine couldn't speak; she sobbed silently against his shoulder. shoul-der. "There are debts I have to pay, to the men who betrayed me, instead of standing by me," the seigneur went on,, "but tonight I am thinking f only of thee. I am not quite sane, Madeleine, cherie. In thine arms, perhaps I shall regain my sanity, and be better able to decide what to do. I came back intending to kill at least one man, who obtained ob-tained money for my defense and kept it . . . where is Cousin Horace Broussae?" Eric cried suddenly. "I do not know," cried the girl in sudden terror. "He is not here?" "No! No!" "He had better not come here, if he values that wretched life of his. And now about this Monsieur DarreU, Dar-reU, of whom I have heard. Eh?" He tilted Madeleine's face in his hand and looked down into her eyes, "He Is safe In St. Victor. He must be safe. He could not have been trapped in that fire across the neck. "You have not kissed me, little one. "I I cannot yet, Eric. Oh, Eric, understand! I was only fifteen when you married me, and I am a woman now. Five years have passed. You tnust give me time to make adjustments." adjust-ments." Mighty Eric Becomes A Hero There was a devil of tender mock ery in the seigneur's brown eyes. He let the girl go, and stood looking down upon her. "And bo you love this American? "I I aent him away. I am your wife, and I knew that you were not dead." "You love himr Madeleine was silent, only looked up piteously into Eric's face. "Well you love him?" "Ah, Eric, forgive me! Five years Is such a long time, and I was only child." Suddenly she flung her self at Eric Kinross' feet Kinross raised her "That is all right That is natural, my little one," he answered tenderly. Voices were shouting from the teps above them, leading down from the natural bridge. A man came into view. Nearly all the hair was singed from his head, and what had been his clothes was now mass of blackened tinder, in which the bright points of sparks glowed and vanished and appeared again. It was Nat Page, and behind him came a dozen ragged figures. "Is DarreU here? Mark DarrelL is he here?" Nat shouted huskily. "He is not here," cried Madeleine Isn't he at St Victor?" "No! He must have been trapped in the fire. The flames were too strong for us. We may be able to reach him across the bridge. There's a strip that hasn't caught yet" Madeleine ran to Nat, caught him by the arm. "Oh, save him. save him!" she cried. "Eh? I go with you!" shouted -EGBERT the seigneur. "Come, let us hurry! Good-by, Madeleine, my little, precious one!" It was the tall, gaunt figure of Eric Kinross that led the tired little group. He strode across the bridge and plunged like a madman into the smoke-filled wilderness, dashing the bushes aside with his bare fists. They followed the shouting Eric, somehow believing against belief that he could reach the cabin. A roar of fire, a wall of flames leaped up against them. They re coiled, tried to beat their way throueh. fell back even Nat Page fell back, dropped groaning into the heart of the smoke. But trie a. in-ross in-ross plunged straight into that wall of fire, fiehtlnc It exultantly with his bare hands, and shouting, always shouting. They heard him striding along the trail into the distance. Then the wind blew the flames away, and Nat and two of his men dashed througn. Following that voice, chanting and shouting, seeing occasional lamt glimpses of that tall figure in the distance. Fire all about them then sudden- ly the cabin, one side a mass of flames. Eric Kinross in the cabin. Nat Page fell back again; he could Nat saw that Mark was on his knees again beside Madeleine. make no further headway, and his limbs would no longer support him. Eric Kinross was striding out carrying the figure of a man in his arms, wrapped In his own smoul dering clothes. He was all but nude now, a gaunt spectre of a man from which, as the flames illuminated him, Nat Page shrank back in un believing horror. Nat could see Mark's face, bis hair singed, but the features hardly hard-ly scorched by the flames. The little clearing in which the cabin stood had been the last to be over run bv the fire. Mark had been overcome by the smoke, but already he was struggling in his rescuers arms. Was Erics Death Suicide or Accident? Eric Kinross strode, on, carrying him as if he were a child, and chant ing, ever chanting. Nat Page didn't dare look at him as he followed along the little thread of a trail that still remained unravaged by the conflagration. Somehow they were past the flames, which closed in like a wall behind them. Kinross still carried Mark, but he was staggering now. He reached the rock bridge. He set him down. Mark stumbled and got upon his feet in bewilderment There was Madeleine, running toward to-ward the three men. Kinross turned away, so that she should not see his face. Only Nat knew that Kinross was blind, knew what was in the mind of the fearfully injured man as he ran toward him. But Nat was too late, With a sigh, Kinross slipped from the bridge into the boiling, surging, eddying current below, to disappear Instantly in that white vortex Had Kinross plunged deliberately to his doom, or bad he been overcome by weakness, and fallen? That was one of the things that must remain unknown until the Judgment Day. Madeleine had flung her arms about Mark, and was beating out the sparks that ran through the rags of his clothing. But as Kinross plunged, she ran to the side of the bridge with a scream and peered over. Nat Page caught her and held her. "He has fallen h has died and he gave his life for him," she moaned, sinking to the ground. Mark had fallen beside her. Nat stood beside the two, not knowing what to do. But suddenly a fire- blackened . form came slumping through the scrub. "Look, look!" it yelled. "The lighthouse fire is out!" Then only did Nat realize that the beacon was no longer flashing its one-two, one-two through the night The slender pillar was invisible In the fogs, and net even the foghorn sounded any longer. Suddenly, by the dull flicker of the flames, that lit up the, whole horizon, hori-zon, Nat could see a small white yacht heading straight for the rocks. Broussac's yacht! He shouted, and peals of mocking laughter came back from somewhere near the lighthouse. light-house. The yacht crew had seen its peril. Nat could hear the race of the en. gines as it fought against the sweeping sweep-ing tides, to gain the middle of the Gulf again. The vessel was so near Nat could hear voices shouting in despair from aboard her. The flames were sweeping steadily stead-ily backward, forming a brilliant illuminant against the dark screen of the night. The white yacht stood out as if some inferno of flames was playing about her, and on board her could be seen three figures, one of which was Broussac's. Their gestures of despair, the sweep or tne Douing current as the waves lifted her toward the ledge of rocks, filled Nat with horror. hor-ror. Then suddenly he heard the crash, high above the roar of the break ers. For a moment the yacht seemed to remain poised in midair; mid-air; then she vanished as the undertow under-tow sucked her down. Now, there was nothing visible but the spume-lashed spume-lashed rocks at the base of the invisible in-visible shaft that should have shot its warning light far out across the Gulf. Again Nat heard that peal of hor rible laughter, dying away in a sort of wailing cry. Then the lighthouse boy was run ning up. "Monsieur, he has gone mad. He has plugged up the flow of the oil vapor." "Can you start the light again?" "Assuredly, but I am afraid of Andre." Nat saw that Mark was on his knees again beside Madeleine, who hung, fainting, in his arms. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he said. 'We'll get Madame Kinross into her cottage. Take care you don. t fall over the cliffs." All the remaining men in' St. Vic tor, and many of the women, had come racing along the shore road when they saw that the light was out For that is something that is supposed never to happen, perhaps has never happened more than half-a-dozen times in the history of the world. Then suddenly the light was on again, and the beam was send ing its far-reaching, one-two, one-two, one-two, across the Gull At Last Madeleine and Mark Can Be Happy An old, gray-bearded man was huddled on the stones at the foot of the lighthouse. When they shook Andre Gallpeault by the arm, he stared at them without knowing them. He had become a child, and he would never know anybody again. A storm had come up across the Gulf. The rain came down in sheets. Slowly the long night waned. while the searchers moved to and fro among the rocks. It was morn ing before they found the bodies of Horace Broussae and the two sail ors, wedged In among the crevices of the rocks, where the seas had flung them. Great wads of water- soaked bills, a little fortune, were in Broussac's pockets. But the body of Eric Kinross was never found. Strong, simple, primi- tive, he seemed to belong rather to the elements than to the world of man, and the elements bad claimed him for their own. Madeleine had understood everything. every-thing. Father La combe had spent a good part of the night with her, and they had bandaged Mark's burns. Mark was conscious, and able to grin at Nat Page when he came in with the latest news. But Nat didn't think the time was propitious to say very much Just then, except to inform Mark about Broussae and Old Andre. It was Mark who asked who it was had burst into the hut and torn away his ropes as if they had been mere strings. Then Nat had to tell him about Kinross. After that there was a long silence. "I guess this rain's put out the fire," said Nat "We must have lost a lot of timber, but there will be plenty of time to cut fresh drag- ways further back, before we start lumbering operations in the fall. Mark nodded. He was still trying to take it all in. He had never quite believed that Eric Kinross was alive, and his return, to save his life, and give his own for it had shocked him badly. Also he was in pain from the burns. He had abandoned aban-doned all hope at the time when Kinross came rushing into the cab in. "There won't be any more trouble with St Victor." said Nat " And, in fact half-a-dozen of the habitants had looked shyly into the cottage to Inquire for Mark. And Father La- combe had come, after Mark became be-came fully conscious, to grasp his hand. And then there was Madeleine. She was still tending Mark, and ha could see that she was moving about the cottage in a dream-like stage, as if all the past was quite unreal to her. Some day, Mark vowed, he would bring reality into their relationship, For the present he was content to lie back and rest (THE END) THE LEIII SUN, LEIII. UTAH WomanVWorU Refresh Wardrobe by Restyling Garments No Longer in Fashion $u Crlta T THINK we can divide womc 1 into two groups when they look Into th.lF 1rl Clothes C10- There's the first group who make a wry face and who try to get no these garments as quickly as possible. pos-sible. Then there's the second group. These women thoughtfully pick up each garment, consult their fashion notes and convert the dresses inte something that could have come from a smart depart-ment depart-ment store. To the smart woman, there s not dress no matter how old, that cannot prove useful if she is clever with the needle. Some garments naturaUv win require a good deal ef restyling or even complete alter ation. Others will need Just a sugw change in neckline or skirt to make them completely new and refreshed. re-freshed. Dresses frequently discarded are old formals which look so woebegone woe-begone when they come out of closets. clos-ets. Yet look at the beautiful mate rials in them, and think for a moment how nicely they could be made Into perfectly beautiful house coats, new formals or fresn-iooK- Inf suits. If the neckline on an old formal is hopeless, it's an easy matter to alter this. Perhaps you wiU buy a bit of net and work this into a new type ef yoke and sleeves. Sequinned straps may be taken apart and used at the wrists as seen in so many of the gowns showing Grecian in fluence. Or, take the sequins apart and use them as a decoration around the neckline, or clustered together in a design or flower. Make a Velvet Housecoat Out of an Old Formal If you have an old velvet formal or dinner dress of prewar vintage, you may be delighted to discover that the velvet is of an exquisite you havi an aid formal . quality. Restore it to life by steam ing, or have it cleaned profession ally. Your daughter may be looking for one of tne new bare snouiaer ior-mals ior-mals to wear at her high school dance, and this might be just the material for her. There will prob ably be enough for Just such a dress. If not select a small quantity quan-tity of wide grosgrain in matching match-ing color and use it at the skirt or around the bodice for trimming. Another good idea for the velvet garment is a housecoat. If there is not quite enough material to make a comfortable coat of this type. plan to use coral and lime draping at the front as this is a very effec tivo combination with black velvet Among the innumerable uses for this velvet you might discover that the dress could be remodeled into a Victorian or Renaissance style formal for current wear. Recut the neckline, making it a square or sweetheart type, and add a bit of lace ruffling to give charm. This lace might also be used as an insert in the skirt or as a decoration around tho wrists. Consider the Material When D"iuf Restyling Just as you select a new dress material, you for its appropriate Mai a parky suit from it. y must consider material when re modeling. I think you will find that old taffeta and satin formals can be made into bright perky suits either for yourself or a teen-age daugh ter. These materials are luxurious Fashion Hats remain more flirtatious than ever for the new year. You'll be seeing bright plumes, tufted satins and alenty of posies in the new headgear. Otaer hats seem to be a-glitter wit sequins and more sequins, and there's no Hmit on colors in this department. You'll find plenty of silver and geld sequins aleng with BtU'ti-colored ones. " c" J4a(eu Shirt-Cuff Style Typical of Hansen Bang's flair for the bolero is this wine wool suit worn with a pink tacked crepe blouse. Roll collar and buttoned but-toned shirt cuffs lend piquancy to the jacket Four flaps simulate pockets. and require rather high style to set them off properly. For the present season you might like to make them into a lovely suit perhaps with a modified bustle. First select a good pattern and then prepare the material for your project This wUl probably require ripping the whole garment apart as the remodeling wttl be a complete change from the former garment Pay particular attention to such detail as the sleeves and the bustle and foUow the pattern care-fuUy. care-fuUy. If there is not quite enough material, use Contrasting ribbon, or modify the style just a little to suit the individual wearer. Bustles are attractive only if they are styled correctly. A dress form is handy to have for moulding the lines carefully, as they may re quire slight adaptation from the orig inal style. Pin and baste carefully and then try the effect on the actual person and make any other necessary nec-essary adjustments before putting in the final stitches. You wiU have to sew both of these fabrics carefully to make them look their best AUow plenty of room, as they do not give when worn. When sewing sheer material, set the machine stitches carefully, and test on a strip of fabric before you do any actual sewing on the accessory you are making. You may also use tissue paper underneath under-neath the material when sewinz. as this gives the material more body while you stitch. This is eas. ily ripped off when you finish the sewing. Planning Wardrobes There are many interesting ways of choosing clothing for yourself. One of the best ways of appearing your most attractive at-tractive is always to choose colors col-ors that blend well or contrast with your own personal type of beauty. If you have a lovely home, look to the colors you use in your rooms and "borrow" them for your wardrobe. Or, if you have a lovely picture print in color, test the colors against your own complexion and see if they can't furnish inspiration for your clothing. Check an colors you would use on yourself from aU angles. See what they do for you under different dif-ferent lighting, and when you are certain they flatter you always, al-ways, use them as a basis for your wardrobe. If s always a good idea to have one or two good basic dresses in the wardrobe, and several sets ef accessories to go with them. If you have a suit make sure it fits perfectly, and then build a wardrobe around it with different differ-ent blouses and dickies, hats, shoes and other accessories. Flashes Hats in the shops look like very pretty boxes of beabons. They come in the prettiest of pastel shades, champagne, beige, winter white, pink, ice blue, aqua nd mocha. Any woman is certain to And her dream hat among these. Look also for swirling ostrich feathers, but don't wear them unless un-less you're strictly the type, or ca& find one turned to fit your face. - ? n ! ' , X t f ' c i V A V ' I ?t 4 - t J- J fc"' ; '" , s-kJ' 1 f , v 1 ; 1 A' ' i ti Is' -V 1 ! f: I STlfeCREEN Released by Western Newspaper Union. By VIRGINIA VALE TIME was when movie heroes he-roes had to be dark to be romantic; John Gilbert and Rudolph Valentino were considered con-sidered ideal. But now the blonds are coming into tneir own. At Paramount Sterling Sayden. Sonny Tufts. William Ho -den, William Bendix, Howard da Su- all va and Johnny Sanas, blonds, are cast in "Blaze oi woon, of early commercial flying. A sec-ottrtirm sec-ottrtirm is the fact that some m . aa r sTir of the most valuable planes in the country, dating from World War I and now practically museum pieces, will be shown in action. i nf-m Ball introduces a bit of whimsy in the fashion field in Hunt Stromberg's "Personal Column" wears a hat which has feathers dyed in a polka dot pattern, with a slip to match! It's an idea whipped up by Elois Jennsen, Stromberg's fashion fash-ion designer, who got her first big picture break when she did Hedy Lamarr's clothes for "Dishonored Lady," and it's certainly an original one. X Experts at Warner Bros, think they've discovered the secret of Dane Clark's appeal to the fair sex. They say "It's because he smol- DANE CLARK ders." Elevated to stardom because of his performance in "That Way with Women," he's now "smolder ing" in "Deep VaUey." Milo Boulton, emcee of "We the People," recently flew from New York to Detroit to do a 20 second narration for an industrial movie. He probably set a record for short and snappy business transactions with in an hour he was on his way home. Robert Merrill, star of the RCA Victor program, rides to the 6th floor of the NBC building in a freight ele vator these Sundays, and wishes he'd thought of it sooner and saved his neckties through muffler and all, fans snipped pieces from his cravats. cra-vats. Sinatra fans may have to be curbed or limited as to age, but Per ry Como's "Supper Club" will continue con-tinue to be open to all comers. As a rule they're very well behaved. but if they let out a shriek now and then it's forgiven. James Stewart won't talk about his experiences as a bomber pilot in private life, but in Frank Capra's "It's a Wonderful Life" he has to. Talking to Donna Reed, who plays his wife, he cuts loose with some vivid and of coarse believable description. de-scription. But it's in character, because be-cause in the picture he's telling about the exploits of Todd Earns, who's cast as his brother. Cass 'Daley has added to her already al-ready extensive real estate holdings. The "Ladies Man" comedy star is buying a 165-acre ranch, complete with burial grounds, near Hollywood Professor Quiz can answer practically prac-tically any question, but when he trips up it's likely to be a question involving an animal. "Which way does a pig's tail curl?" "What kind of noise does a rabbit make?" On those he was right save for exceptions. excep-tions. But when he said that, when a cat washes its face, it holds its paw stationary and rubs its face against it, he got hundreds of protests. pro-tests. When Joseph Cotten appeared on a "Hallmark Reader'. gram on CBS he was swamped by autograph seekers. 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