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Show THE LEIII SUN, LEIII. UTAH ITHE RIVER of SKULL by George Marsh 0 PENN PUBLISHING CO. WNU SERVICE tiki it ki3 FA itT.M RGt, J s a B PRICE ailui aa IT :hlirv I. M r. Sail LA SYNOPSIS ! , r-meron. young trapper, Noel, his l- A1WTner and Rough, husky Unfava vain for the Mognal. ! camp In the oesoiaie dii !rsppe n Northern Canada. Their sup-rount7Xved sup-rount7Xved by wolverines, they are FJrt0 subsist on wolf meat until ",r" me amazed, to a substantia log i the wilderness 01 laming n ?h are greeted by a big blond Up! they. r,ere introducing himself 'SJ,h hunter, the big man asks u lonn tth hlm next year Rive -of Skulls beyond the Sinking ,.SEra no man ts .aid to have beIor!- l .j Mnma with him to the "ss wins the immediate devotion ?"S' On the eve of Alan's de-P'J de-P'J for Fort George. McCord sud-fcWnto sud-fcWnto bring him back some ; J wd to keep his mouth shut to c ? ;inn He gives the boy money, nfhini i not to show It at Fort IS8 promises to explain all hZ Returned to Fort George, Alan M uee and Blade. Provincial with Arsene Rivard, clerk, and I n'i rival for Berthe Dessane. with he is in love. The two police are f for a guide to the Big River wil-es8. wil-es8. Accidentally Alan drops one of lord's bills and when questioned, in-he in-he had got it from Neil CampbeU, t oa life he had saved at Whale River I years before. He realizes he must Jake good his lie by going north and ...,g Campbell before anyone else has lad . chance to talk to him. Berthe's I .her tells Alan the police are after a Cjj wanted for murder, and have hired i boat to check Alan's story at Whale j ver Alan beats the police to Whale i 3ri en route to Richmond to get his ,gs. Alan returns to Fort George. An-vMt An-vMt government agent, a seductive Vrs Hanbury, arrives by plane, tries to tjsrgain with him to tell her the where-jhouts where-jhouts of McCord and his daughter. The rly outcome is Berthe's jealousy. Miserable Mis-erable over Berthe's coolness, Alan suspect! sus-pect! Rivard of poisoning her mind. When McQueen asks Alan when they rart north, Alan agrees saying they ail leave as soon as mey can ue pie-jired. pie-jired. Alan says good-by to Berthe. CHAPTER VI Continued r ICE itk . I tlutl) DRUG? 749 k Pays" OUnt fftktlH it Three days upstream, where the fig iliver roars uuwn lrum uie nign lateau in a series of falls and r.utes and the Indian trail, for a liandred miles, follows a chain of lakes, Alan brought McQueen and jSlade to his camp. fi "We're going to see a lot of each c'her in the next few months," be-3n be-3n the older officer, "why can't we shake hands on this and be friend- id 'What do you mean, friendly?" demanded Alan, studying the insin-iting, insin-iting, close-set eyes of the other. fYou're police. You can give me Irders." Day after day, the men slaved t pole, paddle and tracking line as $?y ascended the great river. As jfce August days drew to a close and le nights sharpened with frost the taoes reached the forks in the hi eh ;OLlM Nra country. Northeast, three 8ys nara poling up the strong wafer wa-fer of the Mad River, was Alan's prating country. K Fifty milps In tha oact nr v, I Talking, stood a cabin in a clear- I g where a man waited with a eirl me coming of a canoe. Far to south, the great lakes Nichicun aratemisk emptied into the Con cur, the larirpi: nf v. - w. uic UUCC anches. The nieht th . u.j F, tbe police came to Alan's temp. Well, Cameron, we're here." said Queen, with a sigh of satisfao-H satisfao-H lig'.tmg his pipe with a red M from the supper fire. "Now to you to decide whether nn going to stay stiff necked pi ater nav tVio r,Qr,u iL , I j . ui trie iaw, !,? decide to be sensible and IX" lal " L n aU Ver this- ser-I ser-I J : demurred Alan, with an air hiteence which beUed the anx- LI v h 8omeere in this fJ. Now Which river nr. n !! to take to thfl Vim' nV 4 1 in,. u, .i6iu-ui-iaua! fit a Fa who s a"-es oi uie lr. T'6 5ay.Me did not wa- 8tlaegy brows met - eyes guttered ominous- SeX8eerallthre; M . he snapped. t1- rewas His hp,, J r'.ver Delc"-e the h-: t, :emin8 -differ- ZZSZ' north ;5"!y: -w,,?,8 he went on, in- ra n v0r ' ,uu ran into ' 8a bronzed f e! lom 'i,emanra,the 6x6,1 sta fiedr'deepsiEh. If' fteuserSg N! with: wforp ; T B DOUnd to ttwbtP t6U me" We 3 . ul me Mad R;. (-. dian-, swart f I ' a Hhm n features & .Vetoing swift f " " look nf "ohsi- iiiSCee- Grave ;on- as he met UHo McQueen thrust out his big hand and gripped Alan's. "Now you're talking like a good citizen, my boy!" he cried, slapping the hunter on the back. "Shake with the boys, Tom. I knew they'd come through!" So with much handshaking and patting of Alan's broad back the police left to cross to their camp. When they were well out of hearing on the river, Alan turned to Noel. "It was our best chance," he said, "to send them up the Mad River. We'll take them into the Caribou Lake country and lose them, while one of us strikes cross country to the Talking and warns John. I was afraid, Noel, they'd want to try the Talking first, so I threw up my hands to head them off." "Ah-hah! We get dem een dose manee lettle lac, w'ere de water run bot' way, den dey not get out til de ice." For a long space Alan sat staring into the fire. "It'll give John a chance to lose himself somewhere over the height-of-land before they tisfa lctin the delighted "We've been all over this, Sergeant," Ser-geant," demurred Alan. come back here to the forks and start with their dogs to hunt for him on the first snow." "W'at dey do wid us dose po-leece, po-leece, w'en dey see we fool dem?" "This will make us outlaws, Noel helping a man wanted for murder. Outlaws!" The Montagnais "Moon of the Falling Leaves" was riding the sky above the tundra-sentinelled valley of the Talking River. The days of the long twilights were over and, earlier and earlier, the swarming stars stippled the violet sky. One September morning, a girl stood on the shore of the river beside a path leading back through the timber to a clearing. She wore heavy whipcord whip-cord breeches, laced below the knee, high woolen socks and moccasins. At her belt of plaited caribou hide hung a small skinning knife in a sheath ornamented with colored beads. In her strong, round arms, from which the sleeves of her gray, woolen shirt were rolled high above the elbow, was a bundle of washing. The girl put the clothes to soak in a small pool dug in the sand beach, then dropped to her knees and with a finger idly made trac ings in the sand. After a while the swish of whipping wings caused her to lift her eyes. Within a few yards of the shore three sheldrake skittered skit-tered downstream. A Canada jay croaked from an aspen whose yellow yel-low leaves shivered in the breeze. She looked at her tracings and smiled as she read the name, Alan Cameron, Again there was a whipping whip-ping of wings and five sheldrake passed. "I wonder what's startled the ducks?" she said aloud, glancing up river. Far above her Heather made out a dark object moving along the opposite op-posite shore downstream, appearing, appear-ing, only to disappear again among the willows and alders. "A bear!" she cried. Then her mouth opened slowly in surprise as she stared at the opposite oppo-site shore. "Why there it is!" she gasped. "But it's not a bear! It's it's a dog! It can't be! Yes, it is, it's who-hoo! Roughy! Roughy!" she cried, delirious with excitement as she danced on the beach. Like a statue, on the opposite shore stood a black husky with white face markings, chest and socks, intently in-tently watching her. "Roughy! Roughy!" she called, frantically waving her arms at the motionless animal, while tears blurred her eyes. "Oh, they're back! Alan's back!" she repeated ecstatically, ecstati-cally, between sobs. "He didn't forget us! Alan's back!" The watching dog went quick with life. With a wild yelping he plunged into the swift river, his powerful legs driving him like piston rods. Keeping abreast of him as the current cur-rent carried him downstream, th girl followed the shore, calling to him as he swam. "Roughy, dear old Roughy! Where's Alan, boy?" His feet touched bottom and, with a lunge, he was out With a shake the great dog sent the water flying, then froze as if carved from stone, ears forward, nostrils working, as he studied her through oblique eyes. "Roughy, don't you know Heather?" Heath-er?" He reached her with a bound, sniffed at her outstretched hands, then rearing, as he whined his recognition, rec-ognition, beat her shoulders with his great paws while his red tongue sought her face. Circling the wet neck of the wriggling wrig-gling dog with her arms, Heather kissed the white star on the massive mas-sive skull, then with the yelping husky leaping beside her, she returned re-turned to the landing beach. There, leaving her. he quickly disappeared up the path to the cabin and as quickly returned. "Where did you leave Alan, Rough? Where's Alan?" she demanded, de-manded, seizing the dog by his jowls and looking into his brown eyes. The husky sprang away from her and stood with nostrils working, gazing gaz-ing at the opposite shore; then, yelping, yelp-ing, he plunged into the river. "Who-hoo-o-o! Heather!" drifted across the water. There, on the stony beach stood a man, a tump-line tump-line across his forehead supporting the pack on his back. Beside him romped three huge dogs. Heather waved in return, her knees shaking with excitement and the joy of seeing him, "Who-hoo-o-o, Alan!" Running to a canoe lying bottom up on the beach, she turned it and, lifting it by the gunwale, slid it into the stream and paddled hard in the wake of the swimming Rough. "You you kept your word! You didn't forget us?" she choked, winking wink-ing back the tears as the boat grounded. Alan dropped his pack and seized both the girl's hands as he swung her from the canoe. "Heather McCord," Mc-Cord," he laughed, his appraising eyes sweeping her strong, graceful figure from golden crown to moccasins, mocca-sins, "What a big girl you've grown since I saw you!" "Oh, dad'll be so glad, Alan! He was beginning to think " Cameron's bronzed features sobered so-bered as he thought of the police he had left over on the Mad headwaters. head-waters. "But you, Heather, you knew I'd keep, my word?" She nodded:' "Yes, I knew. What a shock Rough gave me, Alan! I thought he was a bear when I first saw him upstream." "He knew you?" "Knew me? He swam over when I called and almost smothered me, the old dear." "That's more than I did, Heather," Heath-er," he laughed. Heather's eyes fell before his. "Oh, you got your dogs and what beauties!" she cried as the three Ungavas thrashed in the water of the shore, yelping at the swimming Rough. "Two slate-grays and a brown one! Dad'll be so glad! Why he's talked about nothing but your coming com-ing back." "Here you, Shot, Powder!" he called. "Come here! Don't try to touch them now. Heather. You're shy of strangers, aren't you. Rogue, you old sinner!" "The dogs came in from the water wa-ter and gathered around Alan. "They're wonderful looking dogs, Alan," she agreed, with a swift glance at the Ungavas, but her eyes could not long leave the tall figure of the man; they lingered on the dark, crisp hair, the bold features and the laughing deep-set eyes. "Better not try to get acquainted too quickly, eh, Shot?" He seized an ear of the slate-gray who stopped in his romping to nuzzle Alan's head. "Where's John?" "Chopping wood, he'll be back for lunch." "Lunch? Say, Heather, I'm starved," said the traveler. "I ate a bite at daylight and have been crossing these hills all morning." "You poor man! Come over and 1'H feed you!" Later as the savory odors of corn bread, caribou and tea filled the cabin, the fierce yelping of the Ungavas Un-gavas brought Alan on a run to the clearing. "Call off your dogs! By the Lord Harry, Alan Cameron, you're a partner part-ner after my own heart! Look at those pups! Welcome back, my lad!" The great voice of John Mc Cord boomed at Alan as he quieted the younger dogs. "Alan, you're good for sore eyes, lad! I've been worried about you!" Holding the smiling Cameron at arms' length, the giant tested the other's arms and shoulders. "Fit to fight for a king's ransom, boy! Tough as a tamarack! My, but I'm glad to see you back." "There's your dogs," grinned Alan, Al-an, "straight from the Nastapokas. Like em?" "Like 'em?" cried the delighted McCord. "They're beauties! How old?" "About fourteen months. They'll be full grown, almost, by spring." "Coat and bone and size, they've got everything, Alan! Now you and I own the world!" Alan searched the blue eyes of the older man. Could it be true that John McCord was a murderer a man who would kill his wife? He could not believe it "You've forgotten one thing, John," he finally said. "One thing what d'you mean?" "The police!" McCord's brows knotted beneath the gashed forehead. "Police? What have the police to do with us?" The big man looked hard at the other. "What's on your mind, boy? You haven't been followed from Fort George? They don't know I'm here?" Alan nodded. "That's just it The police know!" McCord thrust his puzzled face close to Alan's. "The police? You mean police at Fort George?" "Yes." "What In thunder are they doing there?" "Looking for you." "For me?" The blond giant threw back his head and roared as Alan watched with sober face. "You serious? se-rious? What what's all this mystery? mys-tery? I don't understand." "John," said Alan, "when I was at the Revillon Freres' I dropped a bill you gave me from my tobacco bag. I've I've been a poor partner to put your trust in." "Well, suppose you did, you didn't tell anyone where you got it?" "No, but the police saw it" The big man scratched his head, then turned an uncomprehending look on the other. "You say there are police at Fort George looking for me? What am I wanted for?" "Murder." Alan watched the other's eyes as a lynx watches a wood mouse. But a look of blank amazement was their sole expression. "Who've I murdered?" "That's why I wanted to keep it from Heather. They say at Fort George that you killed your wife." McCord's face suddenly flushed under the bronze. Then his eyes hardened to ice-blue as he sucked in a deep breath. "Murdered my wife!" He took a step and turned, running his fingers through his thick Hair. "She's dead then murdered?" mur-dered?" (TO BE CONTINUED) Hindu Women Practice the Make-Up Art; Secrets Passed From Mother to Daughter The women of India practice an art of make-up whose secrets have been handed down from mother to daughters for numberless generations, genera-tions, writes a correspondent in the New York Times. Of dark brown complexion and plump, the Hindu woman subjects her body to a carefully prescribed course of anointments and massages. mas-sages. Twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays, when the stars are most propitious, her handmaidens pound, squeeze and rub her from head to foot with coconut sesame or mustard oil. The ointments are washed off with the bark of the soapnut tree, which grows wild in the forests of India. The bark is shredded into thin flakes and serves both as soap and sponge. The hair, too, is treated with oils coconut oil imparting luster to the locks, sesame bringing curls, and mustard deepening the black color. The Hindu woman loves jet-black hair: platinum, auburn or blond, she knows, would not suit her swarthy skin. The modern type shortens her hair as her sister of he Western world does; the ortho dox prefers her locks long and gathered gath-ered in a knot according to caste, above or behind her head or plaited into a tail. Whatever the coiffeur's shape, it us entwined with gay petals of rose, jasmine or screw-pine. Miss America manicures her nails; Miss India uses henna after an ancient fashion. Once applied on fingers and toes, the dye leaves a reddish covering which lasts for two months, or until the nails hve grown out Instead of plucking eyebrows and lashes, the Hindu woman uses "soorma" a black liquid polish prepared from the soot of a wick dipped in coconut oil. This gives a deep-set effect to the eyes for Hindu Hin-du eyes must be fathomless, like the sea. Byron Wrote Speedily 'Lord Byron, the English poet wa one of those fortunate beings tc whom genius came easily, and was therefore little appreciated. Hn wrote the book. "The Corsair," u, 10 days, the "Bride of Abydos" i four days, and another while ui. dressing after balls aDd masquer ades. ar SDust Fan Mail F rpm Far "k Drought London Here "k It's an 111 Illness Ity Virginia Vol MADELEINE CARROLL has the grandest bunch of fan mail in all Hollywood. It comes from France, from a group of French children who are living in her chateau In the country, secluded from the danger of Paris' air raids and gas attacks. The children take time from their studies and games to H0W-T9. SEW lr Ruth Wyeth Spears i J It A - 5 i n J 1 , - BOARD QA'l r 3 PIN, BASTE oL ST,TCH 1 2IPPER "y-l Wf ' OPENING it it H ? a m (II ( 0 I 7 BASTE . '. J V AND V ' U Y PRESS 7. J EDGES OF V. J OPENING I U0UTS1DE Garment bags made from odds and ends. MADELEINE CARROLL write to Miss Carroll, who reads their letters as she rests between scenes of "My Son, My Son!" The famous Brighton Belle pulled out of Hollywood the other day for scenes in that same picture. The station, however, was a replica of the famous Victoria station, the train was a replica of the Brighton Belle, which covers the 62 miles between be-tween London and Brighton in 40 minutes, and the men who filled it were extras, not British Tommies. But to many who watched, the atmosphere was the same as it would have been In the original setting. set-ting. Producer Edward Small could not shoot the scene in London because be-cause of the present war, but in por-, traying a scene that dates back to the last one he brought to California, Califor-nia, for a moment all the feeling that fills the railway stations of Europe in these times, as trains filled with soldiers leave for the front rEAR MRS. SPEARS: I ested in how I made garment bags for each member of my family, almost entirely from things I had on hand. The foundation part. of each was made of -lnch board; a screw-eye; a hook from a hanger; hang-er; and five small screw hooks underneath. For the bag, I combined com-bined muslin flour sacks with odds and ends of figured cottons and trimmed the joinings with bias tape. I followed your directions in SEWING Book 2, for initials of bias tape to mark the bags." At the upper left is sketched the foundation that this reader used. If a zipper is used for the opening, the 36-inch length is best. If you put it in a curved line, you will have a wider opening. Each step in applying the zipper in this way is shown here. NOTE: The Sewinff Basket in every thrifty household should contain a copy of Mrs. Spears Sewing Book 2, in which she ll ustrates the five standard meth ods of repairing all kinds of fab rics. Thirty-two pages to delight every lover of fine handwerk. To get your copy send 10 cents to com to Mrs. Spears, l)rawer 10, Bedford Bed-ford Hills, New York, to cover cost. ' 1 A case of appendicitis was responsible respon-sible for the March of Time's exclusive ex-clusive film of the island of Guam. Victor Jurgens, the 26-year-old camera cam-era man who last year filmed the March of Time's memorable motion picture story on Japan, was stricken with appendicitis while on his way to Guam; he was operated on at sea by navy surgeons, recuperated at Guam, and spent his time filming all aspects of civil and military life on the important little island. It is part of the new release, "Crisis in the Pacific," and is one of the best films the M. of T. has given us. "Four Wives" proves that U'a possible pos-sible for a sequel to live up to the reputation established by a popular film. People liked "Four Daughters" so much that it seemed unlikely that the picture carrying the story along could be anything but a disappointment. dis-appointment. "Four Wive Is so well done that it will make new friends for the family it portrays so engagingly. Kay Francis will appear ln 'Iff a Date" as Deanna Dur bin's mother a very glamorous mother, an actress. Norma Shearer may have a mother role, too, in the film version ver-sion of the popular novel, "Escape." But since the mother in "Escape" who is also a famous actress, by the way is middle aged and has a grown son, it seems likely that the story will be rewritten for Miss Shearer's benefit By a strange coincidence. Patsy Montana, "cowgirl sweetheart" f radio station YVLS, Chicago, res en Uie air every morning at exactly the same time as her brother does at station KSOO ln Sieux Falls, 8. D. It's rather bard on their prend mother not only do they broadcast at the same hoar, but it's 6: IS a. m. Dave Elman will never have a seal on his "Hobby Lobby" program again if he can help it The one he bad recently cost hlm about $33. It had to bt fed pieces of fish, frequently. fre-quently. The supply of fish, which bad seemed ample, disappeared in no time, and Elman bad to keep tending out to restaurants near the Columbia playhouse for more. The restaurants in that part of Kew York are far from cheap; the fact that the fish was for a seal instead of a human being didn't affect the rjrice. So. if your hobby has any thine to do with seals, don't try ta land en the Elman program; at least, not until he has forgotten bow expensive fish can be. ODDS ASD EA'DS-JTei Ditnet "Vinocchio" will be released in February Feb-ruary ... Robert Montgomery it going to England again, to make picture . One more change of title for "Send An other Coffin" thti time it' "StignUy Honorable.' IBeleased bj Western Newspaper Union.) AROUND THE HOUSE Confetti Popcorn l quart pop corn 4 cum wafrr S runs mtfar V,Mfpflil fnfnrtntf 2 tablespoons butter I teaapoon flavoring- Divide pop corn into three equal portions. Combine sugar, butter, water, and coloring; brhng to boil and cook until the syrup spins a thread (about 15 minutes). Add the flavoring. Pour over popped corn and stir until kernels are sugar coated and separated. Repeat process proc-ess three times, using a different color and flavor each time; mix batches. Even Curtains. If .curtains will not hang evenly, slip a rod through the lower hems and let it remain a few days. Removing Mud Spots. Always allow mud spots to dry and then they can be quickly brushed or rubbed off without leaving any stain. For Greater Care in Kitchen. The chief causes of home accidents acci-dents are falls, burns, scalds and explosions; one-third of home fatalities fa-talities happen in the kitchen. Seven drops of lemon juice added add-ed to a pint of cream before whip-pins whip-pins it will cause it to beat up in less than half the time it would withcut the juice. la making candy the materials should be collected ahead of time and a pan should be selected big enough to allow for boiling and thick enough not to scorch such ingredients as milk and chocolate, Almost all fruit stains may be removed by soaking them in boiling boil-ing water. In ease any member of the family upsets a cup of chocolate or tea, use cold water to remove the spot. In the case cf coffee, pour boiling water from a height; brushing the stain with borax beforehand helps. CLOTHESPIN NOSE Hai cold pinched your bom ihut if with dothwpin? Lay Luden's on your tmpn, At it nwltt, cool menthol vapor rixx, help! panabrata clogged natal na-tal pattaget with every breath, ..belpt relieve that "clothetpin oaaal" LUDEN'S 50 Menthol Cough Drops ftr i y i Up Again! 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