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Show D AMERICAN FORK CITIZEN ARTHUR STRINGER I 8trta' Is ea ot America's lrt uthort. His faeUe pta ku .'itt.eu m depicting many facets 2nwe. It altogether to iT. ft ha should MVt KM W CHAPTER I i ra the cabin window and f-L, Was no mistaking the smell W?2r. It carried wim It the tjjrf wide spiHteettnds and the the tun ttlla&ia on balsam Odder and buckeropr It waa tht Qa of Alaska." calling ma back I, ft borne of my youth. I nut little ihip'aeabln became Udenb hateful to me, I waa tired (TftiDoise and the accordion mu-L mu-L the drunken groups swarm- i - - il.u ABMnAvw vmrlr f i . .14 nf tobacco amok and al- jfolie song and crying bablea and parting radloa. ct wiched for a wrap and made L iy up on deck, where all waa Lu .nd not a ahlp's lamp showed jbrrween the shadowy bow and the uglily ihadowy oriage. lUt that I could feel L. nf the Yukon's screw as At plowed northward through the jUMl At times It seemed as though n wen steaming straight Into a nountain tide. But the hills, as al ius, moved apart and let ua pasa tough and as casually came to- tther again in our wake. And u I sat there, with the night wind fanning my face, I lelt that my million was not a trivial one. I Led something to Alaska. And I had to Justify myself through my tork there, in what men called the last frontier. It would be different, of course. Tht new world would have all the nnthnus of wilderness life. And, iackaroo that I was. I'd have to Ibegin all overagaln. I'd be a ctjeech- iko once more in the colony of old-timers. old-timers. But my country was never tshamed of its pioneer women. And there was something moving and BTjterious, I felt, in man'a eternal quest for new frontiers. Then the light of mystery faded from the picture. For I woke up to the tact that I was no longer alone c that silent and starlit foredeck. A man, none too steady on his wavered past me in the dark- He laughed as be passed an ex- bring band over the softness of ij polo coat. Then he sat down on 4U. ...I. L. .' J tuc u die uesiue inc. I l sat silent, without moving, as he turned and tried to throw a bottle bot-tle overboard. "Good-by, sweetheart," "he said with thick-voiced indifference. He was, I concluded, one of the West Coast wanderers who bad been turn-bg turn-bg the lower decks of the Yukon into s cross between a faro Joint and i water-Tront saloon. But he was ober enough to resent my sustained silence. "Can't you talk, pretty one?" he asked, with his face insolently close to mine. I wasn't afraid Of him. 'i teen camp drunkards enough in J day. So I continued to confront im with the thunders of silence. He rose unsteadily to his feet and ached into his pocket From it he out a flashlight which he even pore insolently held up in front of mj lace. Not a bad looker." he had the ace to acknowledge. But it in no y added to my happiness. "Why neii are you heading for the land the sourdoughs?" That question I also declined to Mwer. I even mnvwf a Httl tn side, to avoid the wavering Might "Put out that light." a deep voice ommanded from the darkness of bridge. It was no easy .matter. Wmembered, to navigate the wa- of the Inland Passage. 7 tormentor did aa he was told. to he took his time about it "C like it dark rinn't rV hm Sid .. i. V " . ".v reacnea tor my nana; vigor wi" which I removed it n his clasp caused him to lose balance for a moment or two. THREE WOMEN (seed Sidney hai". AM mining engineered. SHw of a rich mining operator, M-muska schoolteacher, and one of fup3. OUldoOB giL Sutrt Reading Today The Lamp in tha YallsY . y AH. i HUB STRINGER J A THRILLING S"" ff NOVEL OP V,; V ADVENTURB TBS STOIT AND AUTHOB Alaska to sm at first hand the story ot America's latest frontier, the new settlement set-tlement ot the. MaUnuska Valley. Here waa an historical migration of families who kad to abandon their Impoverished farms, m the Middle West to come, at INSTALEMENT I "What's taking a peach like you to that tin-can territory T" he finally inquired. "That," I was foolish enough to answer, "is entirely my own affair." But it was plain that I puzzled him. "You're a cheechako," he maun-deringly maun-deringly proclaimed. "That fact, my pink and white friend, is written all over you." It didn't seem worth while telling him 1 was Alaska born. , "And you're still an unpicked peach," be Insolently went on, "for no woman who's married is going to be up here stargazing in the dark. But you don't fit In with our flah-pack flah-pack females. And you're sure not the dance-hall type. On the other hand, you're sure no panhandle chalk-wrangler." He nodded his head In confirmation of his own ti He was held there by the scruff ef the neck, writhing and kicking. kick-ing. coholic discernment "No, sir; you're no camptown schoolteacher.1 "It ao happens," I informed him, "that I'm going to teach in the Indian In-dian school at Toklutna." That seemed to hold him for a moment But his laugh, this time, was more caustic than ever. "Then your first lesson to those little frostbitten Siwashes ought to be that a bunch of rubber-stamp bureaucrats can't run a country the size of Alaska. Look what they've done With, the power rights. Look at their fool laws about salmon fishing. fish-ing. And look how they've let the big interests come in and choke the life out of the territory. No wonder it turns an honest worker into a Red. They've got an idea they can turn us workers into an army of tongue-tied tongue-tied sheep. They think" "They don't seem to have left you tongue-tied," I ventured. "You bet they haven't" he announced. an-nounced. "And that's why I'm known as Eric the Red. I can talk to 'em one at a time or five hun-dfed hun-dfed strong." , But Fd had enough of his soapbox soap-box oratory. "I wish you'd go away," I told him. His movement as be leaned closer clos-er over me, was an exasperatingly intimate one. "On a night like this." he murmured, mur-mured, "with the stars up' there singing together over the mountain tops? Not on your life, lady!" I knew my first tingle of -fear as I felt his arm creep like a snake's head about the loose folds of my polo coat. The Yukon, at that moment mo-ment seemed a terribly empty ship. "Not onr your lif e-.-he- aakMor the second time. And he laughed aa I tried to writhe free of his encircling en-circling arm. The sound of that carelessly defiant de-fiant laugh was still in the air when I aaw a shadow detach Itself from the ahadowy iron bulwark toward the bow of the boat.- . .... ., It was a man, I realized, who'd been leaning against the rail and moved, toward me, in the uncertain light," with father unhurried steps. : this 'imiekeri annoying you?' he asked. 7"f wanted to be alone- here,"'" I &xbv1 the wnrBg to protest . But the man on the crate beside me declined to move. It was the tall and shadowy figure, above me "that came a step "or two" 'closer.' " "Did you hear what the lady said?" he . prompted. But still my tormentor held his ground. "Who asked you to barge in on this?" he was reckless enough to -trhaUenge"-' - - .. ' - 1 The- tall "stranger stood tilent t moment in a sort of patiently Impatient Im-patient tolerance. "Isn't your name Ericson?" he finally demanded. , tyou're tootln right it is," came the prompt reply. W.aU Service the Invitation ,et the goverament. to Alaska to begin life anew. What Stringer saw he depicted to the follow-tog follow-tog story ot love and adventure. "The Lamp tn the Valley Is Matanuska'a young school teacher, Carol Coburn. "Wen, Ericson, you're not quite sober," said the other. "You haven't been sober a day since we pulled out of Seattle. And at the present moment you're not wanted here." "Who says I'm not wanted?" "I do." "What's that to me?" said the man at my side. , "It's this." was the unexpectedly prompt reply. And before I knew It I was alone on the crate. But what startled me, after quick moment of struggle, waa that the young man who answered to the name of Eric the Red had not only been lifted bodily from where he sat, but had been shaken as a rag is shaken by a terrier and had been swung out over the ship's rail. He was held there by the scruff of the neck, writhing and kicking. He began. In fact, to emit muffled little rat squeals as he hung over open space, with nothing but the star-riffled, star-riffled, black water under bis heels. "Don't," I gasped. "A few gallons of sea water," said the untroubled deep voice beside me, "would wash a little of the fireworks fire-works out of his system." "Please don't" I implored, remembering re-membering that a moment'a unexpected unex-pected rending of cloth might send the man tumbling down into the channel. My rescuer turned to me and apparently ap-parently tried to study my face in that misty midnight duskiness. Then he swung out his 'second long arm and lifted the still struggling. figure back over the ralL "Now you get down where you belong," be-long," said the tall man as he gave his captive a final shake. "And If you taut to this girl again, Eric son, I'll break every bone In your body." It took time for Ericson to get bis breath back. "You don't own her," he shrilly announced. "And you don't own me. And if you" But the other cut him short "Are you going?" be demanded. Ericson fell back a step or two as the other advanced. 'Til do more than talk before I'm through with her," he proclaimed. It was a final effort I felt to save hi face. After a silent moment or two that impressed me as heavy with hate, he retreated into the darkness. The taQ man stooped to pick up the fallen flashlight "That's the curse," he said, "of our West Coast It's, too full of bums and blncOe stiffs. They never stay long enough in one place to take root And then these soapbox agitators come along and spout communism at them." He looked away, for a moment and then turned back to me. "But that fire- eater had no right getting rough with a woman. With a woman like you, I mean." "Why with a woman like me?" I questioned. "I spotted you the first day Qut, he said, "as a girl who rather want ed to be let alone." "I do," I said. But that I felt might frighten him away. And I didn't want him to go away, mean I did." I amended. "You naturally don't belong among those roughnecks." "I'm afraid I do," I told him. "I'm north born." That seemed to surprise him. "You've been out for quite a time?" he suggested. "For seven long years," I told him. "She's a great country," he said out of the silence. And, being north born, I agreed with him. "But it's no place for a woman," he added. "Why not?" I demanded. He laughed a little at that quick challenge. chal-lenge. "Because women want anchorage. They're not satisfied with wildness ndwaghriess7 AntT there's- tjeen sort of conspiracy to keep Seward's Icebox uncivilized. It's too proud of its shirt-sleeve past It's too fond of calling itself the last frontier and doing things on the dime-novel basis. It's banked too long on the bush-rat with a skillet and a slab of sow- belly. - . ..... "What's wrong with the bush- utttt-t ros'-thV-daghter-'t-'er-. "Nothing," was the deliberated re ply, "except that he's outlived Ms usefulness Thaf s whafs the maV ter with your country. It's too full of -grubstaked- sourdoughs - who - go-out go-out on the creeks with tornrocker and Imagine they're mining. They scratch at the rubble and hill-cracks for a month or two, and wash out a poke of dust and stay drunk ' for two-thirds of the year. They're hobos ho-bos at heart They do nothing for the countxyV They don't even know the meaning of real mine work." I had seen those lone-fire wanderers wander-ers in their lonely valley bottoms, hawking float-gold from the sand of icy creeks, lugging timber down snowy slopes tor their cribwork, thawing out the frozen silt of their test pits with hot stones and a hand winch, facing hunger and hardship and pushing deeper and deeper into the unmapped wilderness for their precarious ounce or twe of yellow metal. To me," I maintained, "they're all terribly brave." 'And tmibly Inadequate," amend ed my companion. "How would you have done It?" I asked. I could hear his quiet chuckle chuck-le at the challenge In my voice. "The only way It can be done." he answered. "By big business, by the geologist and the engineer who does more than tickle the surface of things. Then you get something better bet-ter than claim-Jumpers and gun-to gun-to ters and fly-by-night camps. You get roads and honest workers And towns and settlements and something some-thing permanent, while your old sourdough squats beside a saloon drum stove and dreams about the strike he's going to make when he gets back to the bill claim he hasn't even done assessment work on." "You seem to know all about Alaska," I ventured. But he dis regarded the barb In my voice. "Not as much as I'm going to." he said. "I fell for the North, my first year out of Lehigh, The bug bit me when I prospected the Mi-chikmamau Mi-chikmamau country la Labrador and had to dig In for the winter. Then I went to Flin Flon for a year. Then I headed for Fairbanks and had a couple of seasons on the gold dredges along the Tanana, where the work'a plotted out three and four years In advance. That's what you'd call real mining." "Where you're really a part of a machine," I amended. "Sure." be agreed. "But she's a grand old machine. Why, the barge I worked had a million dollars sunk in her before she turned a wheeL" And you're still on the Tanana?" I questioned, absurdly chilled by the aroma of big business. "No; the next summer I did field work for a big company along the upper Yukon. Then I swung in with the Trumbull outfit" "And now?" I prompted. "Now I'm headed for the valley of the Chakitana, where the Trumbull company Is going to consolidate its claims and tackle that territory in earnest It's got something to work with there." "The Chakitana," I echoed, ignoring ig-noring the quiet exultation in his voice. The once-familiar sound of the Chakitana came back to me, across the years, with an oddly disturbing dis-turbing ring. "Do you know that country well?" I asked. "Not yet of course." he said. "But I know something big Is going to break before we get through with It We'll dig a little deeper, than the old pan-til ters who've been fussing around the fringes there. And I want to be In on the show when the color comes." "Where you'll be safe and well fed and getting the news of the world by radio," I said, thinking of the lone-fire old-timers, "But merely a hired man," my companion added with an unexpected unexpect-ed note of regret Then he laughed, a little defensively, and leaned closer clos-er to me in the starlight "What I'd rather know is more about you. And why you're beading north again. And what you're going to do with yourself up there on the last frontier." "I promised my father I'd come back and work for Alaska," I told him, "Dig in and civilize the sourdough?" sour-dough?" be said with a flippancy I resented. I told him that I was going to teach in the Indian school at Toklutna. Tok-lutna. "But twenty thousand teachers couldn't tame that country. She was born wild and she seems to want to stay wild." "I have a promise to keep." I told him, "And I've my father's claim to look into." "Why'd he ever send you down to the States?" ' "He and I were alone, back In the Waceeta hills. And when he struck through to prospect in the Ghost Lake country he felt it wasn't fair to me. He felt I ought to better bet-ter myself, as he put it So he sent me out to get civilized." My companion's laugh was curt but not unkindly. "It seems to have succeeded," he said. "Where'd you go for your slice of civilization?" "All the way to Michigan." I told him. "I had an aunt there who was supposed to look after me. But she died the year I entered Ann Arbor." "Then you had to shift for yourself? your-self? Or was your father in Alaska still helping you?" "He'd promised to come down to the States, but he kept putting it off. I think he was afraid of that outside . world he knew , nothing about Then he went back in the JWMfc. andl..ta 4 touah.4witb-liim.. Jiearly ayar..Vieat by, once, before I got s letter." "That's horao nlcef" observed my newfound friend. ''Herwdid you keep going?" . . "By working in a girls' camp for the summer. Then by teaching for a year in a north-side Saginaw school Then by tutoring a lumberman's lumber-man's feather-headed duughter. And after 'my "fuial 'year' af 1 Ami ' Arbor' I got a chance to go to England for the summer.' I was taken along as &' sort ot 'companion for a Detroit automobile-maker's daughter. She wasn't very strong. But she got to like me. And when, the family went to Amalfl for the winter they kept me on. Then in the spring they went north to Florence, where they leased a villa just above Fiesole." "I'd call Jhat quite a break." said the man beside me. (TO BE CONTINVED) MAN ABOUT TOWN: Myraa Ley's most persistent suitor suit-or is still wed to a tamed screen tear-jerker, who will divorce him . . . Rosemary Lane tells chums, "My sister will soon be married" . . , Meaning PrisclUa Lane and Quentin Reynolds' brother Jim? . . . Rudy Vallee went to San Francisco to meet Tanya Wtdrln's parents-object parents-object matrimony. She Wampu baby star . . . The big talk In Mo-line, Mo-line, Illinois -is that producer Dwight Wlman's Nancy and wealthy John Good, both ot Mollne, are secretly betrothed . . . George Sylvester Vlereck, the paid Natl propagandist, has been notified of his expulsion from the Overseas Press Club. He had his lawyer write a letter demanding de-manding reasons. The reply will be a hunk of literature. The Up that broke the Hotel Pierre mess (about it allegedly being be-ing local Jt'quarters for foreign agents, et al) came from a recently discharged exec . . . Willkie almost got the prexy job at Columbia U.. but N. Murray Butler hollered his head off . . . Anita Colby will become be-come a bride in about three months, after a certain New Yorker's divorce di-vorce Is arranged in the South . . . Barbara Smith's rriater made her come home from Florida, where she hoped to become Bobby Martyn's 4th bride next month ... Walter P. Chrysler Jr. and Martha Potts (of Cal.) are about to become engaged . . . When Mayor LaGuardia gets that defense post which is soon, Commissioner Valentine will quit the Police Department That list of 1,500 Bund members (allegedly in the armed forces of the U. S.) was a wrongo the headlines fell for. They were names of Bund members in the Chicago area, not soldiers or sailors . . . The G-men are preparing their case against the harborers of Lepke. The "singing" started in Dls't Attorney O'Dwyer's Brooklyn office . . . That London woman at the British Purchasing Commission, N. Y., has been arrested arrest-ed by the Canadian Northwest Mounted Police charged with dealing deal-ing with the enemy . . . W. R. Davis, connected with Nazi oil deals for years and operating oil cracking plants at Hamburg, Germany, is al legedly behind the new drive against aid to Britain. Is anybedy doing anything about Col. Edwin Emerson, who is attempting at-tempting to obtain press credentials in Washington? Look up his history since 1933 . . . The Nazis might be surprised to learn that their radio communications with Berlin from Mexico are no secret to the F. B. I. . . . You may expect another West Coast explosion (verbal) from the Gov't unless a leading aeroplane maker gets into step with the protective pro-tective measures against sabotage and espionage set up by Fed. agents . . . Some of the witnesses in the first deportation case against Harry Bridges will get a shock when their lies catch up with them shortly. NOTES OF A NEW YORKER: la the book, 'TamllleV: From the Adamses to the Roosevelts," Karl Schriftgiesser uses this phrase to de scribe the first Wm. James: "His was an acquisitive and virtuous life which reads like an obituary in the N. Y. Times" . . . Sam William son reviewing the book in the Times, ribs Schriftgiesser because a few passages in the book "read like obituaries" . . . Schriftgiesser writes obits for the N. Y. Times He did the one on O. 0. Mclntyre. Last Laff Dep't: Remember How. land Spencer? . . . He's the man who publicly announced that he dis liked F. D. R. so intensely that he Sold his upstate estate to Father Divine to show bis contempt for the President, etc. . . . Spencer then became a British citizen and moved to Harbor Island, about 60 miles from Nassau in the Bahamas . , Now, ha, ha, he wants to come home and can't Because England's war rules allow only $150 to leave with citizens! One piece of legislation expected to go up for approval at the next session of Congress is a bill providing pro-viding pensions for x -Congressmen. The move got new backing when word reached Washington that a wter aa,. Western, .Senator (leaving Congress) is almost destitute, after -so-many-yca-rsv. - John B. Kennedy's nifty via WJZ: "It is ''stated that the Atizacs are rtlhfcJrCthg the' British tmits In ttise the Italians may counter-attack and have to- te checked: It seems that 'clocked would be the better word." The Duke and Duchess may return re-turn to Miami In mldarraary tor make personal appearances st four places for the President's Birthday Dances . , . Father Divine is trying try-ing to buy the Virginia Beach Club tor another heaven. It went Into reorganization' last Summer and Is for ' sale Maxme DarvlT groom, Lt Robert Batrd. is now In a Nazi prison camp. He was captured cap-tured in Flanders. She's back in the Royal Palm Club chorus . . Jean Harrington's chief consoler is Howard Reilly, the agent 4" fathfyeth Spears 3$ IN PROTECTOR Cl EDGE-SHORXr- STITCHES IN I Tl BLANK FASTEN WITH SLIPSX Vl 1 STITCH BASTING WzihJ I T WAS a bride of ten years who 1 reminded me of blanket protec tors. I say bride because her home still haa the Immaculate freshness of a bride's house. Her wool blankets have never been washed or cleaned, yet their soft light colorings show no sign of soil. She brought out some long pieces of cotton material; "I baste these over the tops of the blan kets," she said "and change them ever few weeks." I thought of some dainty bed lin ens that I had seen all trimmed in flower sprigged cotton print. Why not make flowered blanket protectors to harmonize with blanket blan-ket colorings? Here is one that would go with either rose or blue. It is easy to hide basting stitches that fasten it temporarily to the blanket by slipping them along in ASK ME ANOTH E R The Quetliont 1. 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