THE " 'V r-sr- -t VICTOR ROUSSEAU i"ir - In SYNOPSIS. Looking over Big Muskeg, a seemingly Impassable swamp In the path of the Mlssa-tlrailroad, Joe Bostock, builder of the line, and Wilton Carruthers, chief of engineers, are considering the difficulties. A rille shot Instantly kills Bostock and breaks arm. Carruthers tries to carry the body to a post of the Hudson's Bay company, where McDonald Is the factor. McDonald's daughter, Molly, sees Carruthers struggling In the muskeg and drags him from the swamp, with his burden. Unaccountably, her father objects to her saving Carruthers. Weakened by his wound and exertions, Carruthers Is disturbed by the appearance of Tom Bowyer, Bostock 's business rival and personal enemy. Bowyer Insults Molly, and Carruthers strikes him. Carruthers declares his love for Molly. She promises to be his wife. Carruthers has to reach the town of Clayton to attend a meeting at which Bostock's enemies plan to wrest control of the Mlssatlbl from him. Molly goes with him. They are delayed by a Btorm. Attacked by Ms doe's, Carruthers' life Is saved by Molly, who Is forced to kill the animals. "The snow, the snow!" bl Car-ruthe- CHAPTER V Continued. 6 "I'm fcotng on to Clayton. I'm feeling betteV No, listen, Molly I I didn't tell you, but my arm was swollen from (he blindages. Tliey hud tightened nnd I'm better stopped the circulation. without them. I'm feeling stronger and the puln's less. We can go on. We've got to go on." "Walk. Will?" "We'll walk," said Wilton, rising with greut effort. The dying animals had ceased to whimper, and stared at lilra out of their glazing eyes. Outside the snow was drifting down through the leafless branches, but the wind was dying away. It was late In the afternoon, though no sign of the sun came through the heavy, lowering cloud. " "We'll go on," said Wilton. And, going out of the shack, he unfastened the cord of the sleigh that held Joe's body, and took it In his wounded hand. "Will, it's impossible!" "It may be. But I'll try. I can't face Kitty otherwise." Over the new snow the Journeying was not so difficult In their but the drag of the slelgh-rop- e up the hills and across the corduroys Their proved almost Impossible. progress was Infinltesimally slow. The night mine down and shut them In. And the nightmare of delirium clouded .Wilton's brnln, peopling the world (w1th phantoms. He lived over again scenes of the past, and always Joe iwas of them. It was a night of unmitigated horror to Molly. At every cache, at each shac. they .would stop, feeling the sheer Impossibility of going on, and sit huddled In their blankets under the lee, with the drifting snow about them. Yet always they went on again ; ung til at last the night lifted. The snow ceased to fall ; the dun was streaked with fire. And J3v7 Wilton came back to full consciousness. Hiey had tolled up their highest hill, and as they reached the summit they saw the sweetest sight that they had ever seen. For fur away was Ciay-'toi- i, over the .plain, with Its ugly streets and bare, new houses, and the gaunt station buildings, roundhouses 'and locomotive shops. They were white as shrouded bodies, besmeared with grime, and Wilton was rnked with the blood that had oozed from his wounds and frozen. One last try, Molly," he said, "and then they can do what they like with me. But It's you who pulled that trick, girl of mine!" Hut as he spoke he slipped to the ground and leaned his shoulders suow-fchoe- never-endin- oo-izo- n the sleigh. titles yet, snd the meeting's nine." rv said. "I can't make It. gn I list ".Seven I nr Molly. I've tried. I've fnllen short Just short. A little later. Molly, I'll try i.Kiiln. I'm going to sleep In the sunshine." i,i :ir.. Police. In the foremost Molly recognized Qualn, the Inspector who was "JOE'S DEAD!" j 'MS command of the detachment at Clay- ton. The three trotted their horses up to them, and, catching sight of the coffin upon the sleigh, the Inspector dismounted. He looked hard at Wilton, and suddenly he recognized him. "It's Will Curruthers!" he exclaimed, staring Into his face In bewilderment. Wilton got up with an effort. "Morning, Jack," he said wearily. "Yes, It's You I. And here's Miss. McDonald. know her, I think?" The Inspector turned his puzzled glance on the girl. Mechanically his hand went up to his cap In salute. Then he looked at the sleigh again. "And this is was Joe Dostock," said Wilton; and all at once, In the reaction from the nervous tension, he felt the tears streaming down his face, and could hardly keep his lips steady. "My God !" muttered Qualn. "An accident, Will?" "Some "Shot!" shouted Wilton. sneaking dastard's bullet in the bush. Shot at my side! The bullet broke my arm after It had passed through Joe's henrt, and his blood and mine were mixed together. It didn't need that for me to know that I'll hound the murderer If It takes me to my dying day !" "Joe Joe dead !" whispered Inspector Qualn, half unable to realize It. Joe had been a very living personality In Clayton. "And murdered !" he added. Then: "Where are your breeds?" "Ooue! But they didn't shoot Joe, either by design or accident. That's a story you can learn from Andersen, cache." at the half-wa"That's where we're bound for," said Qualn. "We're looking for " "And by the way," said Wilton with a mirthless laugh, as the relative unimportance of the fact struck him, "I'm under arrest for having murdered Joe." Qualn looked at him keenly, and then turned his glance upon Molly in Inquiry. It was plain that he thought Wilton was raving. "That's true," said Molly. "A sergeant and a constable from the Pas followed us up to Andersen's and placed Wilton under arrest yesterday morning." The Inspector rubbed his nose In perplexity. "If Will had told me that I wouldn't have believed him, Miss McDonald," he said. "Describe those policemen to me, please." "The constable was short and dark, stocky In build. The sergeant was fair, with a long mustache " "Bit of a squint?" "A cast In Ids left eye. Ills name Is peters. The other one Is named Myers. You know them, then?" "I do," sold Qualn softly. "Peters Is Jim Hackett, and Myers Is Tonquny, a from the eastern They were discharged townships. last year after a short time of service, as soon as their records became known, and they got away, taking their uniforms and equipment with them. They're wanted for a Job and Impersonating members of the So that ends that trouble. force. Will." Qualn nodded to his men to dismount. "Get the sleigh In to barracks as quickly as you can," he said, "and notify the coroner. I guess a half-dayextra leeway won't do that precious pnlr much good. Miss McDonald Will, old man, you can manage to ride lu. ran't you?" Wilton, staggering to his feet, set his face In a ghastly grin. "I've held on," he muttered. "I guess I can hold on for two hours more. There's a bigger thing behind this thun you or I know Just now. I'm going on ahead. I'm all right, and you won't stop tin1. Jack?" y cottle-stealln- g 's Austin Phayre, the president of the Bank of New North Manitoba, stood fit the table. He was a man of about fifty, with a gray, waxed mustache, and glasses. Ills manner was and he was Immaculate In his black cutaway, with the expanse of white enff and tall collar. "Mr. Chairman," he said, "some of us shareholders have requested that the meeting be called In order that we obtain certain Informamay tion from those best qualified to Impart If, s to the prospeets of the Mis satibl line, concerning which disquieting rumors ore n flout. "You hnve before you a statement of our financial position. It is not the most satisfactory one (lint could be Of a total capital of five Imagined. million dollars, nearly one hnlf has already been disbursed. The estimate before you provides for nearly two millions more to be distributed ov r gradgold-rimme- pompous, over him. and It was Molly nfoo-ica hnrder thing than she had ever done to try to drive the driven man furHut she knew that, having ther. Inked nil, Wilton would be content with no less than the sacrifice of alt. "Itcmcmber Joe. dear," she said, snd Kitty." lie tried to rise to his feet, but could not. Wilton's mind wss quite clear, but his body, driven by Ms will, had collapsed suiidetWy like a worn-ou- t torse. Three norscmen were riding over tie plain toward them. They watched dull spathy. them In risen Molly hardly rared any more, except for Wilton. And he had done all that a man water-tanks- , telecould do. ing, track-layinAs the men came nearer It could be graph line, bridging and ballasting. een that they were of the Mounted Meanwhile, unexpected difficulties bar d TIMES-NEW- NEPHI. UTAH S. arisen. They tell as that the entire route will have to be resurveyed ; that the swamps are Impassable." He glanced with affected Investigation about the table. "It seems hardly worth while to put these questions under present circumstances," he said. "But we should like to be luformed why the surveyors' reports were not properly checked. We should like to know whether it Is going to pay us to build a line out Into this unsettled wilderness, and In how many years? Finally, we wish to elicit the opinion, whether our Interests are In the best possible hands." "What did your bank Invest for, if you feel thataway?" shouted an old, roughly dressed man across the table. "That Is exactly whut I am trying to find out," retorted Austin Phayre blandly. "If Mr. Betts will permit me " "I'll tell ye why ye did It!" yelled the old man, rising to his feet and shaking his fist vigorously. "Ye want to get control for Tom Bowyer, so as he'll have another line to bankrupt. Ye know what we all know, that old Joe Bostock never went back on his friends yet. If he says the line's to pay, it's a going to pay. Ye know Joe and Will Carruthers went up to look the line over. Give 'em a chance 1" Jim Betts, a familiar figure in many western towns since he made a lucky strike In the Cobalt region a few years before, had been one of Joe Bostock's stanchest friends. He had brought In a good many of the Investors. Yet now he stood almost alone In championship of his friend. "If the line ain't no good, what does Tom Bowyer want It for?" yelled the exasperated old man. "Did ye ever know Bowyer want anything that wouldn't pay? Wait for Joe, boys I Ye wou't condemn a man when he ain't here to speak for himself? Ye all know Joe " "D n Joe! I want my money!" shrieked an Infuriated Investor. Austin Phayre waited calmly until the hubbub had subsided. "I move, Mr. Chairman, that the question of the Mlssatlbl route be submitted to a commission of engineers, to be appointed by the directors," he said. "I oppose ye !" shouted Jim Betts. "I'll fight ye to the end on that. Ain't ye bought every engineer In Manitoba, except Will Carruthers?" "I beg to wecond the motion," sold Frank Clark, one of the small Investors, and manager of the bank. Jim Betts threw up his arms dramatically. "Well, Joe Bostock, ye'd "best hurry," lie remarked in a tone of confidential communication. "Where are ye, boy?" A noise outside; the door was flung violently open, and Wilton stood In iiSf kitchen wm CABINET 1922. Copyright, Western Newspaper Union. How many of our homes have perfectly useless, cumbersome and inartistic things in conspicuous plac.&T What a gain for repose and beauty, to say nothing of space and cave, if these objects could be eliminated. ELIMINATING Can you remember the delight It gave you when a little child to have your m o t n e ri friends remember you with a box of ribbons and laces for your dolls, or a picture or vase for your playhouse and tea table? If you do just remember 'there are little children, perhaps next door, or If not, easy to find, who will be delighted with gifts from you of things not needed or used by you. It Is hard sometimes to part with cherished things, but progress bids us throw off these hampering things, that we may be free to accomplish work worth while. During the hot weather the housewife who is cook, nurse and mother needs to conserve her strength for the things worth while, which are keeping sweet and happy, saving herself physically by making housework as eosy as possible. In many homes where none or little help Is hired, the children If trained can do a large share of the work, but often the mother rather does It herself than to bother with the mistakes and Inefficiency of the children. If It were only for the children's sake. It is ' CHAPTER VI wise that each has his dally work; It fits him later for better work and a An Unexpected Development. For weeks thereafter he was only greater appreciation of what the keepof a home means. faintly conscious of his surroundings ingThere has never been anything truer at intervals. Once, ronsed by some ever written or than that we will Injection, he was aware of making a find time to do said, the things we want to brief deposition for use at the coroner's inquest, and once Molly's face do.A house and the best of nppeared, wet with tears, out of the food spotless a family If It can never shadows, and her Hps touched him. has cost the satisfy happiness, youth, and But he was desperately 111, and It was companionship of the mother. Better February before the crisis was past, a dinner of pork and greerrs and hapand he awakened, Intensely weak, but piness therewith, than the finest feast, conscious, to realize that he was In served by an overworked mother. Kitty's house, and that Kitty had In homes where there are no servants been nursing him. to lighten labor, much of the former Feebly he whispered his gratitude, displays of HntTis for the table have and asked forgiveness because he had been laid away. The bare table with not. been able to keep his promise to dolleys Is used for oil meals. look after Joe. Where help is scarce, if the pretty "You did all that could be done, little decorated oilcloth oblongs and Will," she answered. "It was wonderlunchcloths are used with paper nap. fully plucky, your bringing him to kins, a large part of the table laundry No one is eliminated. Molly's house as you did. could have done more." He asked for Molly, and learned that The shortest and surest way to live she had gone home on the day after with honor in the world. Is to be In he had been brought to the house. reality what we would appear to be: and all human virtues Increase Kilty promised to show Wilton Molly's strengthen themselves by practice and letters when he got better. experience of them. Socrates. "Then you know we are engaged?" SUMMER DISHES asked Wilton. Kitty smiled a little. "I couldul As the early apples nre on the marhelp knowing that," she nnswerett ket, the following may prove sugges"I'm glad for Molly's sake." tive. Wilton's mind had been all bePeel Apple Catsup. wilderment as he racked his brains a dozen apples, stew for a clue to Joe's death. Had he been them In a very little sure It was murder, he could have until soft, then water to work on gone grimly the solution. run them through a But there was always the doubt, the sieve. To a quart of the paralyzing doubt, that it had been an sifted apples add one accident, and that one of the cupful of sugar, one had fired the shot. teaspoonful of pepper, Yet Bowyer must have known of the same of cloves and cinnamon, two it; Bowyer had sent the Impostors to medium-sizeonions, choppetl fine; arrest hhn ; he became more and more tablespoonful of convinced that Bowyer had learned stir well, add one one of Joe's death that afternoon at the salt and a cupful of vinegar. Boll while hot. hour and bottle devised the arrest portage, and had Pineapple Supreme. Grate a mediumto keep til in from the meeting. and add sugar to -sized Among Wilton's callers was old Jlra sweeten. pineapple Soak two tablespoonfuls of Betts, to whom he extended his congelatin In a little water and add one fidence In a large measure. of hot milk. Cool and add the cupful as h he de I," "Bowyer guilty then stir In one pint of pineapple, dared. "Phayre mightn't have known. Pack In a mold and cream. whipped I guess he didn't. But Bowyer knew, firm. Occasionalto become aet away when be had Phayre bring that moly stir down from the sides. Serve on tion forward, that Joe wouldn't rescore with a fork to Imitate turn. Put that thought In your pipe plates, pineapple and sprinkle with macaroon and smoke It. boy 1" decorate with green stems "Jim," said Wilton, "I'm giving up crumbs; citron. from put my life to the Mlssatlbl, because it Cheese Cakes. Beat the yolks of was Joe's work. And I'm going te four eggs with a pound of cottage hound down his murderer, if It was f cheese, eight tublespoonfuls or murder." of flour and the same of cupful "Aye. boy, and go cool about It," Add a little salt, a pinch of counseled Betts. "It was crafty work, sugar. mace or nutmeg, and lastly the beaten but It'll come out. Iion't doubt It, whites folded in. Add sufficient milk And you'll find them two snakes, to make a batter like griddle cake Bowyer and Phayre, tinder the brushsheet with butbatter. Mne a wood. And maybe Clark, too," he tered paper andbaking spread the mixture added. uniformly thick over it. Sprinkle with It wus the middle of February becinnamon and currants and bake In fore Wilton was allowed to leave the a moderate oven. house. Nearly two months had been Tomato Ice. Cook a qunrt of tohist, and during that time Bowyer and matoes, seasoned with nutmeg, pap Phayre. whatever their plans might rikn, sngar nnd grated lemon peel. be, bad had a good leewuy to develop Strain through a sieve and freeze. them. When serving use an Ice cream dip"Kitty." said Wilton, "you know per, putting a cone of tomato In a everything Is In your bunds now. You nest of lettuce. Cover with mayoncontrol tne line. And I know that naise and serve with toasted crackers you'll stand by the line to the lust, and cheene. because It was Joe's big dream." Baked Ham. Take a center cut of "Will, you can count on me to the ham one nnd a linlf to two Inches end." sold Kitty solemnly. "I've been thick. PInce In a deep granite pan, rover with brown sugar mixed with thinking a great deal about P.lg Musa teaspoonful of mustard and pour keg, ond I feel my own responsibility. milk to come to the top but not cover I want to see the we ;., Will. I want the ham. Bake In a moderate oven to know that you are succeeding. And until the milk Is absorb ,1 and rhe I'm going to live there." ham a beautiful brown. Cucumber and Nut Salsa. -- Peel nnd two cucumbers and let thetn lie slice "McDonald's angry protest In Ice water for an hour. Serve with and then a cry from Molly!" a walnut meat on each slice and pass French dressing prepared by using (TO t!1 CONTINUED four tnblespciotifuls of oil, two of tarragon vinegar, salt, red pepper and Dally ThouoAts. Mt of minced parsley. Any mie thing In the creation Is ! demonstrate s PrnvMenee te nn bumMe snd grateful mind.-- It "HtXU-let us GRAHAM AARV B( r VWtttM HtVyAfM COfYltOrtT sfc.i. UMiOM SUZETTE AND BOMA For a long time Suzette had grieved, but she tried to forget her grief as best she could, for she knew how badly it made Boma feel," said Daddy. "Suzette, you remember, is a ChimShe lives in a zoo and Boma panzee. Is her loving mate. Boma thinks more of Suzette than anything In the world and when Suzette is In trouble Boma can hardly bear It. "He would rather, far rather, suffer himself, than have Ms dear Su- rette suffer. And oh, her grief did hurt Boma so! He cried to see his Suzette In trouble. "Boma Is polite to the other anl- mals. Fanny Is another chimpanzee in the zoo. Boma Is polite to her. He would not be rough to her, nor would he hurt her, but he doesn't care In the least about her. Fanny could be In trouble and Boma would feel sorry as he would for any creature In trouble but It would not hurt htm deeply as It does when Suzette Is In trouble. "He will put his arms around Suzette and hold her closely to him and will tell her how he loves her and how he wants her to always, always, always be happy. "If Boma cries they know what It means in the zoo. They know that Suzette is suffering or is in trouble. He has been known to scream ind yell so that he was heard almost a mile away. "Oh, such screams and such yells as he gave when Suzette tad such great grief. "He could not bear Suzette's suffering. He wanted the zoo men to come and see what they could do. y "You see Suzette had. lost her little chimpanzee baby. It l.ad not been strong enough t live and Suiiette cried plteously. "Boma had been so proud when the little chimpanzee had been born. "Then he had screamed excitedly with Joy and pride and everyotw had known from his voice that Boma and Suzette were amazingly, wonderfully happy. "But then the little chimpanzee had not been able to live. The strength was not In Its body which was so precious to Suzette snd to ' . " 1 dur-lin- Boma. "Oh, poor Suzette's chimpanzee heart seemed broken. And Boma walled and wept that such sorrow should come to his Suzette. "It was for her that he suffered most." " 'My darling little mate, my loved mate!' be cried, as he held Suzette close, 'don't feel so badly. Boma can- - d Outside; the Door was Flung Violently Open, and Wilton Stood ths tear-staine- d. Tfir half-bree- A Noise In "I second that!" shouted Jim Betts, rising enthusiastically. Half a minute later the motion was declared carried unanimously, and the shareholders clustered about Wilton. His eyes were fixed upon the door, and he was listening for something. "Where's Joe?" everyone was demanding. Then the door opened quietly, and a She girl stood in the entrance. looked hardly more than a child. She was dressed In black ; her fair hair was tumbled about her neck, and her blue eyes were reddened and She glanced uncertainly about her, saw Wilton, and ran to him. "Joe's dead!" she cried. "Will oh. Will!" A loud cry broke from Phayre. His face was transformed; his lips were working with rage. "You heard that?" he shouted convulsively. "You heard It T Joe Bostock's dead ! Joe Bostock's dead ! It's a put-u- p scheme! We've been tricked Into voting confidence In him, and he's dead! It's a fraud and a He! How can a dead man vote?" The shareholders stared at him. His face was purple, and he seemed near apoplexy. "Joe Bostock's dead !" he raved. "And until letters of administration of his estate have been granted, his power of attorney Is worth no more than waste paper!" "Well, say, ain't ye forgetting that the vote was unanimous?" grinned Jim Betts belligerently. "We'll rescind it! We'll take the vote again! Mr. Chairman, I move " "Thirty days' notice of that motion under company laws," said Betts. "And I guess we'll have them letters of administration by that time eh. Will?" But Wilton, without a word, tumbled at Kitty's feet. Room. the room. And at the sight of him a sudden, dead silence succeeded the r. He was mud and blood from head to foot. His face, covered with a bristly growth of beard, was white us a specter's, and the skin, drawn tight as parchment over the cheeks, revealed the contour of the bunes beneath. Wilton strode to the table and Hung down a paper.v "Mr. Bostock's power of attorn1-- , authorizing me to represent his vote." he said. He turned to the shareholders, btn his eyes sought and held only Austin Phayre's. "We've been to Big Muskeg!" he crleiL "We've seen It. It run and shall be ballasted and crossed. No loop about It, nnd no chance of route. Only rock, and more rock, (HI you shall have a permanent way as stable as the New Northern's. I pledue my word nnd Joe's. I ask for your vote of confidence." Austin Phayre, who had snt down, sprang to his feet again. The ringing cheers whicb greeted Wilton's outburst told hist to make a virtue of necessity. V'I.i hud swayed the e spUU of success flamed meeting. In his flashing t'e nnd tarried convlr-tloIn his ninun-- r. "Mr. Chairman.'- he nt.il In his suav-es- t tones, "in view f Mr. Ciirruthers' positive statement flint no changi? of route will be necessary, of course I am rendy not press my motion. I will substitute a vote of confidence in th prewnt management of the Misnii tlbl company. And, gentlemen" he in glsnce.1 stfoiit him and smiled order to Inspire the public confidence, I ask that It he unanimous." T-i- n one-hal- t t VWivtifi. His Arm Around Suzette. not stand your pathetic, beloved fuce.' "So Suzette's crying stopped, for she was very brave and only a little sad whining note came In the place of the sobs. "Soon she stopped those, for the keeper had almost cried, too, as he had held out his empty hands and had said : "'Suzette, pet, your baby Isn't here any more.' "Yes, she knew she must be bruve. She wns only making others suffer so. "And there was Boma! Oh, yes; there was Boma. Dear, dear Bomn. How she loved him. "She put her arms around his neck and put her cheek close to his. 'Boma, I will not cry any more. Bomn, I will not make you feel so sad any more.' "This was nil some Utile time ngo," Daddy continued, "but there is great happiness now In the chimpanzee famFor there Is another little baby ily. fo take the place of the one Suzanne lost. . "And Suzette and Boma are proud and happy nnd glad and they smile nnd chatter us the visitors come to see them. And Suzette looks down at the little bundle In her arms and sings to It soft cradle songs of other In in W. " 'My litil "And Isd1y , hsl.y t love you, Boma loves you, too!' " Simplicity Itself. was much taken by the complexity of the battle wagon's engines and delighted with her guide's explanations thereof, all hough she A fair visitor seemed surprised that the engineer did not know which way the ship wns headed as he stood his watch below st Hie throttle. "Well, tnlss, it's Ibis way," he explained, "I m nn Independent cuss, I am, and no matter which way the captain is steering the ship, I always keep my engines going straight ahead. American Legion Weekly