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Dm 'ITt-T h,v winaint W, 7 ""an forty yaara. Sl-!j!?0o-wid rapitition. 1KN L0K0I1D fS T 4'waM-H..M aTr . " Lakfcr . a.4 Ad dab S I Mil irbjctl Or- 5 - WES' 1 25?!" T "lnf backache, rj! ,tu 01 dininaaa. y?7-a fMlmf of narrow )aT. i PP and atraocth. Wlkidnty or bladdar dia-o dia-o amine acuta or jZ, 39-41 ;..'."'"3" U 1 1 lWKU S.,. The Midnight Beat Hollywood'! tar feud is between Chai. Boyer and Jean Cabin. It's blazing higher than the Eiffel Tower over the fate of France. Boyer's iympathiea have been with De-Gaulle De-Gaulle from the start. Gov. Lehman, insiders hear, will come out for O'Dwyer against Mayor May-or LaGuardia ... In appreciation of O'Dwyer's upport when Lehman ran against Dewey. The British Gov't is supposed to have requested the duke of Windsor not to "make a parade of the niht clubs" while in New York en route to Canada. The legs featured in that hosiery advert on the back cover of Life belong be-long to Evelyn Carmel. Motion Picture and Screen Life mags will marry with the January issue. The Book-of-the-Month club will offer of-fer a dual selection In November: "Inside Latin America" by John Gunther (Harper's) and "Young Man of Caracas" by T. R. Ybarra (Ives Washburn). I Overheard: "Be careful of that guy you're leading with your chin" . . . "Don't worry. He never punches that high.1' "My Little Sunshine" couldn't be an oldie called "My Little Rainbow," Rain-bow," could it? Lieut. Comdr. Arthur Godfrey reports re-ports seeing this sign on a small town highway: Every Car Going Through This Town at Sixty Miles an Hour on Saturday Night Must Have a Driver! A major who was dropped by the army not long ago for dilly-dallying with local Nazzys is now connected in tome way with the state dep't. Next thing on the market will be bottled soda pop with a straw already al-ready inside and ready for use when the bottle is opened. Ex-U. S. Attorney General Jack-ton Jack-ton was the gov't official who arranged ar-ranged the swap of newspaper men Allen and Hottelet for Nazi agents Zapp and Tonn. The Herald Trib's revelations of the un-American activities here by Vichy agents probably will get them expelled . . . How true is the buzz that New Brunswick (Nova Scotia) Sco-tia) has an unlimited supply of gas which is not even being used? Don't miss the newsreels of that 19-gun salvo (by night) during the U. S. S. North Carolina tests at sea. One witness describes the flames as the kind "you see only in a tortured dream!" The Private Papers Of a Cub Reporter On Page 426 of Lizzy Dilling's "The Roosevelt Red Record and Its Background," published in 1936, she recites the "red" tainted record of Senator Wheeler. Testified Mrs. Dilling: "Wheeler. Sen. Burton K.: Montana, radical; 1931, 'Progressive' 'Progres-sive' Conf.; ardent F.D.R. supporter; support-er; American Civil Liberties Union Bill; called Socialist, I.W.W. Pacifist'; Paci-fist'; Vice. Pres. candidate with La-Follette, La-Follette, 1924, on Socialist and Progressive Pro-gressive tickets; resignation asked during war because of his refusal to prosecute radical slackers; . . . Signer of application for pardon of Communist Party N. Y. District organizer, or-ganizer, Chas. Krumbein (Daily Worker 9-635) ..." On Page 2 of her round table letter, let-ter, dated March 21, 1941, she speaks of her Mothers' Crusade to Washington Wash-ington and her conferences with various va-rious Senators as follows: "Defenses of me from the floor of Congress, by fiery, patriotic Senators Clark and Wheeler are in the Congressional Congres-sional Record. Thank God we have some fighters like these men repre senting real Americans in Congress! Con-gress! " e - The Story Tellers: By all means read Walter Davenport's pen portrait por-trait of Leon Henderson in the Sept. 6th Collier's. No man Is doing more for this country ... The crisp tempo of Faith Baldwin's piece in the Oct. Cosmopolitan Is paced by her opening line: "The Countess was shooting craps" . Time's report on the U. S. S. North Carolina's Caro-lina's bing-binging made the thrills dance on your vertebrae . . . Bert-rand Bert-rand Russell pens his obituary in Coronet and isn't at all harsh with himself. Recalling, mebbe. that it is customary to speak well of the dead . . . World Digest has a good dep't in "I Quote," the smarter excerpts from the. films and plays. The current cur-rent batch, however, contains more typewriter weeds than posies . Sen. Rob't Reynolds of No. Car. probably doesn't care for the way his neighbor, Jonathan Daniels, clears him (in The Nation) of hustling hus-tling for a foreign power. "Bob." says Daniels, "has never yet-been passionately interested in any problem prob-lem outside his own hide." e - Man About Town Raymond Gram Swing" pilntr overshot Scotland and didn't dlscov er it until they were over Norway" jn he. fledtock,, V .you, start J for Britain via Overseas Airways from Baltimore (a regular' service) and ytm don't make ltyour tribe collects insurance. If 'you fly there in a bomber no insurance e - FDR i so fond of LaGuardia. dun'i be surprised when he comes out fm his re-election at Mad Sv Garden lh Satdoe night before Ihr polls opi-n Va nihed Men uabcu Penn. Publishing Ca MARiH W.UU. Service Br GEGRCE MARSH I CHAPTER I j With a grinding of brakes the Tm-J Tm-J perial Express came to a stop at t Nottaway, a huddle of log buildings I and frame shacks buried in the eternal eter-nal spruce traversed by the Canadian Canadi-an National. Beyond 'the clearing I a steel bridge spanned the upper Nottaway River which flows north to j James Bay. The attention of the idlers at the shack of a station was ' suddenly focused on a russet-haired giant carrying a cased gun, duffel , bag and a surveyor's transit, who I blocked the platform door of a sleep-j sleep-j er. He swung to the ground fol lowed by a wide-shoiildered young man with penetrating agate-gray eyes. From the Scotch station agent, who nodded, to two half-breeds who whispered, heads together, as they watched the travelers, the gray eyes missed nothing. The strangers left their dunnage and started for the head of the train. Reaching the staring half-breeds, the larger man stopped. "Bo'-jo"! What's the secret. Mac?" he threw at the surprised pair. Blood leaped to their sullen faces as one said: "Nobody spik to you!" "But you strain your eyes looking, don't you? You're figuring what my name and age is and where I'm from? Well. I always aim to please. I'm four years old; my name's Marie Ma-rie and I've forgotten where I'm from! That help any?" The listening group of loungers waited with caught breaths as the scarred face of the taller breed filled with blood. His yellow eyes blazed as they measured the man who slouched, big wristed hands on hips, smiling at bis discomfiture. For an instant his right hand hovered over his coat pocket, then left it as his companion seized his arm. "You look for troub' here?" bt snarled. "Brother, I thought you were after information," drawled the amused giant "And I was giving you some. Of course, if you can't use it Well 'voir, M'sieu'!" With a careless wave of his hand the russet-haired young man joined his waiting companion. com-panion. "Don't start anything here. Red!" cautioned the dark man. "It's too early. We've got to look around. But you sure got the goat of that Burntwood." "I meant to! That bird looks like a bad boy me. He needs a spanking." "Good job somebody did on nil face with a knife!" At the head of the train the travelers trav-elers found a bloeky individual sliding slid-ing an eighteen-foot Peterboro canoe from a baggage car. His high cheekbones, cheek-bones, slits of eyes and crow-black hair marked a strain of Indian blood. Watching the proceeding fretted a huge airedale. "All right, Blaise," said the man with the gray eyes, "we'll give you a hand!" The airedale leaped on the speaker speak-er who grasped the dog's hairy jowls. "Hello. Flame, old partner! The bush smell good after the train, boy?" Depositing the canoe on the slant of the railroad fill, the man called Blaise said: "We got ta rush dat grub off! Dis train not stop for long time!" Shortly a heap of dunnage and provision bags lay beside the track. The square-built Blaise tossed the canoe to his shoulder and started down a path to the river. "Well, Red," said Garrett Fin-lay, Fin-lay, "my guess is that those two breeds at the station might know something we came a long way to learn." "Before we leave this great city of six shacks and a store I'm going to make some talk with those brules." "They're altogether too keen to know who we are and where we're going. We'll give them a chance to find out, tonight," said Finlay. "Down the line they say no one at Nottaway will talk. Before we start we'll find out why." "Chief, we can't go back, you and Blaise and me, until we do find out. We've burned our bridges! It's sink or swim, now!" The bronzed face of the other hardened while lights flickered in his deep-set eyes. "Right, Redl We'll get to the bottom of this if it takes all winter and God help somebody some-body when, we do! " . After supper the friends separated. separat-ed. Leaving Malone in conversation conversa-tion with Cotter, the storekeeper, Finlay went to the house of the station- agenV McLeod-. "So- you're-going to the bay. on the survey?" observed the Scotch-roan, Scotch-roan, glad, of Jhe chance for a gossip with someone from ttie"duts!de,.M" "Yes. we're meeting the main party at-Rupert House," "Wintering there, eh?" "Oh, yes. We won't get out until next fall By the way. what's all this mystery about, here. Mr. Mc-Leoci1" Mc-Leoci1" threw out Finlay. Mt.eod shot a sidelong glance over the steel rims of his spectacles at his wife's troubled face before he answered: "You noticed something?" some-thing?" "Noticed something? The place seems scared to breathe! When I asked Cotter who this Isadore was who has the big store-house here, he looked at me as if I was throwing a gun on him." Again the eyes of McLeod and his wife locked. "What did Cotter tell you?" "Why, he said Isadore was a big fur man on Lake Waswanipi. He had a depot here because all his stuff went in from the railroad. But when I asked him if any prospectors prospec-tors were going into the Chibouga-mau Chibouga-mau this way he acted like a scared rabbit I understand that three parties par-ties who tried it were reported drowned in the rapids. But what's mysterious about that?" demanded Finlay with assumed Innocence. McLeod' s pale blue eyes squinted hard at his caller. "Young man, I've been on this section of steel only six months. My business is railroading. rail-roading. Your Job is surveying for the government What's going on in the bush two hundred miles north of here ain't my business. Is it yours?" Finlay slowly smiled. "Then there Is something going on in the bush north of here," said Finlay. "I've had my answer." "Yes, you've had your answer." admitted McLeod. drily. "But, mind you, I'm deaf, blind, and dumb." Finlay took a sheet of paper from bis wallet and folded it to expose a ingle line of writing at its toot He leaned and showed the folded sheet to the station agent '1 wonder if "Nobody spik to yon!" you'd recognize thaf handwriting. Mr. McLeod?" he asked. While his wife peered over his shoulder, McLeod read the line aloud: "I don't believe those six men were drowned." The station agent nervously cleared his throat "Never saw that handwriting before!" he replied, with a shake of the head, while Finlay Fin-lay caught a look of suppressed excitement ex-citement in Mrs. McLeod's pink face. "You don't think that anybody In Nottaway wrote that letter, then?" The Scotchman's faded blue eyes snapped. "No, I don't want anything to do with ft!" he spat out "Where did "Set that letter?"- "It was sent to my family at North Bay. Robert Finlay, one of those six men, was my brother." "Tch! Tch! Too bad!" murmured Mrs. McLeod. "So you're here to investigate?" "No, Fm here on survey duty-bound duty-bound for James Bay! Naturally, after our getting that Utter I'm asking ask-ing questions while I'm here." Finlay Fin-lay looked significantly at the Mc-Leods. Mc-Leods. "But it looks as if no one dared answer them." "I'm sorry," said McLeod, "but all I can tell you is that Isadore reported re-ported that the canoes pt the parties par-ties bad been found by Waswanipi Indians." Finlay frowned. "Hasn't Isadore's freight already gone down river?" be suddenly demanded. "Yes, weeks ago." "Then the two breeds, .here, ..who were so curious when we left the train are lookout men?" McLeod blinked into the stare that drove into his. "Lookout men? I don't understand."- '.'I mean that . they're checking on every canoe that leaves here for the north. What I'm asking you. Mr.' McLeod'," is whb are- they checking check-ing for and why?" McLeod coughed, caught his wife's warning eyes, then replied: "If you think there waa something suspicious suspi-cious about your brother's disappearance, dis-appearance, why don't you bring In the provincial poliee"" "I haven't got a thing but this lettcr-7-not a thing, ftui there's one question I'd like to ask you. Why does this fellow with the knife slash on his face pack a gun? What's he afraid of?" "You're pretty shrewd, Mr. Finlay, Fin-lay, you'll have to Judge for yourself. your-self. I don't know." After a chat about lower Ontario, the McLeods' home country, Finlay bade them good-night. As he left the house he saw the taller of the half-breeds who had watched his arrival ar-rival at Nottaway with such Interest. Inter-est. Finlay's curious eyes studied the man who was evidently waiting wait-ing for him in front of the frame store, which carried on a spruce plank above the door the name "J. Cotter." Approaching the half-breed, he called: "Fine evening!" The other grinned, slapping vigorously vig-orously at his face and neck. "Good night for bug, al-so!" Finlay lost no time In getting to the point. "You know the river to the Bay?" The breed nodded. "You headin' for de Bay on survey?" he asked. "Yes, we're heading for Rupert. The river runs pretty hard for a hundred miles below here, I hear." "Plenty strong water on all dese riviere! Two men drown last year!" Finlay closely watched the flickering flick-ering eyes as he said: "And four the year before, but that was on the Waswanipi, they tell me!" "Ah-hah!" "I see that the Hudson's Bay and Jules Isadore have depots here," observed ob-served Finlay, nodding at the storehouses store-houses beside the track. "Who is this Isadore?" The half-breed gaped in surprise. "You nevare hear of heem?" "No." "Wal, you not see hees place on Nottaway Trail." "He does a big fur business, I judge, by the size of his depot" "Ver' beeg business," be agreed. "Ver beeg! McLeod. be talk wid you 'bout Isadore?" Finlay laughed inwardly. "No, he says he's new here, doesn't know Isadore." "Ah!" As yet the man who had evidenced such curiosity concerning the survey party bad not shown his hand. Then Finlay abruptly brought the matter to a head. "You work for Isadore?" "Yes." "My name is Finlay. What's yours?" "Louis Batoche." "You handle his freight?" "Yes. Now M'sieu Finlay." returned re-turned the other with a grimace, "I ask you question. W'y you go by dis way to Rupert and not by easy trail to Moose?" Finlay laughed. So that was the nigger in the woodpile? They wanted to know why the survey party was taking the Nottaway Trail to the Bay. He answered disarmingly: "Oh, we're going to make a new survey of the Nottaway from Lake Matagami to Rupert Bay. Otherwise we'd have gone by Moose." Garry narrowly watched the effect of his explanation. The half-breed lifted his brows in seeming surprise as he replied: "Ah-hah! I see!" The answer appeared to satisfy Batoche's curiosity. His eyes dropped to the river shore where the smoke from Blaise's smudge fire hung in the spruce tops. Then his gaze shifted to a tent above the bridge. "Who are those men camped there, prospectors?" asked Finlay. Batoche laughed. "Dey head for de Rouyn contree." "Not interested in trying for the Chibougamau?" Finlay watched the other closely. Batoche's eyes glittered. "Chibougamau?" "Chib-ougamau?" he sneered, "Onlee fool head for de Chibougamau from here!" "And they paid for it by drowning in the Waswanipi rapids all of them." Batoche's pale eyes probed the Inscrutable In-scrutable face of the white man, then shifted to the spruce ridge, beyond be-yond the river. "Onlee Montagnais Indian travel dat Waswanipi. It ees bad water. De prospector all go in from Lac St. Jean." "I hear that Isadore'-l7 people found a niece of a canoe." "For sure! All smash up below i beeg rapide on Waswanipi!" "Which party was that?" "Two young fallar who go in last year wid Peterboro cano'." Finlay's eyes clung for an instant to the purple ridge as pain lanced through him. "That's all they found no bodies or outfit?" Batoche shook his head. "Dat's all!" "Well, I'm much obliged," said Finlay. "I've got to see my man. Brassard. We'll be pushing off in the morning." "Bo'-Jo'!" replied Batoche as Finlay Fin-lay left him and started for the camp on the river shore. In the meantime, down on the river shore, Blaise Brassard had been smoking in the lee of his smudge fire before a small A tent with a cheesecloth mosquito drop. Near him lay the big airedale. "Flame," said the ruminating Brassard, exhaling a cloud of pipe smoke, "you and Blaise got big job dis summer. " Wat you t'tnltr The dog raised his head His three-cornered eyes gazed flxedly through jbggy brows as if be understood un-derstood and agreed. "Then he' suddenly sud-denly stiffened, ears cocked, rose to his feet and stood with head thrust forward peering Into the scrub. "Ah-hah! Somebody comin'!" The hair on Flame's neck and back lifted as his throat swelled in a menacing rumble. IO lit. COSTISI EUJ ft MTTC SEWING TpHE dress which li practically a requirement for college entrance en-trance ia the jumper. It's the basis of every well-planned school First hand information from the men in the service show cigarettes and smoking tobacco first choice as gifts from the folks back home. Actual sales records from post exchanges, ex-changes, sales commissaries, ship's stores, ship's service stores and canteens show Camel cigarettes cigar-ettes the largest-selling brand. Prince Albert Smoking Tobacco is another big favorite. Local deat ers, quick to note this preference, are featuring Camels by the carton car-ton and pound tins of Prince Albert Al-bert as ideal gifts for men in the service from the folks back home. Adv. Minted Applesauce Minted applesauce makes a tasty accompaniment for ham or pork dishes. Put a half teaspoon of mint extract in each three cups of applesauce. apple-sauce. Electrical Storms Electrical storms are generated by sudden and decided changes in atmospheric temperature. The upper up-per atmosphere is always cold Cryolite Cryolite is a mineral used as a flux in obtaining metallic aluminum and also in the ceramics and glass Industry. Back-Driver A back-driver sounds like a mother-in-law in the family car, but it's really a Job in the upholstery business. Electric Refrigerators As of January 1, 1941, there were approximately 10,100,000 electric refrigerators re-frigerators in use in the United 6tates. Exports Decrease United States exports of wheat fell from 17,000.000 bushels in 1938-39 to 43.000,000 bushels in 1939-40. Eye Bender The eye-bender is definitely not a circus freak, for he's engaged in iron and steel products work. Thumber Not Hitchhiker A thumber is not a hitchhiker, but a chap who does a specialized job In making wooden boxes. Permanently Frosen In the Soviet Union 47 per cent of the underground soil is in a permanently perma-nently frozen state. Few Care far Teeth Only about 22 per cent of the United States' population receives dental care. Mexican Volume The first book printed in the Western West-ern hemisphere was a Mexican volume. vol-ume. , Clepsydra ' A clepsydra Is a water clock used by the ancient Greeks. iksMl' roo MOMS-ticios rot ran toon XSfi" K'5r MOmiMIHS f JfaaW yipr Al Ytst Exfmi t-m Ak C-Jitil I fets w wo.oot Stnkt A a CIRCLE wardrobe, for it can be worn with different blouses and sweaters in many interchangeable effects. Pattern No. 8018 presents a Jumper Jump-er which slim girls will like it has a fitted waistline, marked with a shaped, wide belt. The regulation regula-tion convertible collar blouse is included in-cluded with the jumper pattern. a Pattern No. SO 18 Is In uneven sizes 11 to IB. Size 13 jumper requires 3!i yards 33-Inch material or 2 yards M-lnch material. ma-terial. Blouse with short sleeves take 1 yards 33-lnch material Tot this attractive attrac-tive pattern, send your order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street San Francisco Call!. Enclose IS cents for each pattern. Pattern No Size Nam Address Dependability Give me character on which we can thoroughly depend, which we are sure will not fail us in time of need, which we know to be based on principle and on the fear of God, and it is wonderful how many brilliant, and popular, and splendid qualities we can safely and gladly dispense with. Dean Stanley. mm allK fja ntasf Aaaaaaaa aWMaJ lIHHr aW fjW ITWf Wednesday Night WITH KEI1UY DAKElt ft rwmi Small and Great Small men hate, while great men pity. Fit For Card Socket To make a loosely fitting electric cord plug fit more snugly into the socket twist the prongs of the plug slightly with a pair of pliers until a tight fit it achieved. Eggs In RoswelL N. M., a 'speeding automobile ripped into an egg-loaded truck, sheared away two wheels, splintered the body, failed to crack an egg. Rains la Crete Archeological explorations of the various ruins in Crete Indicate that its civilization in 3400 B. C. was equal to that of the Egyptians. Apples m Powdered Form Apples now come in powdered form, ready to be put into milk for infant or invalid feeding or mixed with water to make applesauce. Uncle Sam'a Gold Cousins Alaska's population of 72,524 includes in-cludes 39,170 whites. 13.578 Eskimos, 11.283 Indians, 5,539 Aleuts, 263 Japanese Jap-anese and 633 of unknown race. Much Cheaper Now At one time miners and prospectors prospec-tors paid S100 to have a ton of ore samples analyzed; now they get it done for 12.50. Nation's Residences A sum of about $1,442,000,000 Is spent each year for the furnishings of the nation's residences. Petroleum Pipe Lines Five thousand miles of petroleum pipe lines were built in 1939, longest mileage to date. Lighted Airways There are about 2.000 miles of lighted airways In the United States. Ring-Cigarette Lighter A finger ring with a built-in cigarette cig-arette lighter has been patented. Old Moths Clothes moths were brought to America from the Old world. Sound Travels Sound travels faster - in weather than in cold. warm IB rnmm TMTUAC I Vw 1 I 1 'sssr V-r |