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Show THE LEW SUN. LEW, UTAH save vegetables, Howp A limit- Sally Sez i ! otto iftri l Gc' 1 f B-d El 1 el W II ,U If II W I XM If 1 tl . W I l II 1 -I I . K ' JLJL- Ji.JL N JLPOJi-X .31. JL N -H- I Simp 1 : : : JBy Edison Marshall EhapTER Vll-Continued WNTJ Benrlo Ud "::w,t ; .T' , that brought us to- "rsMpwrec. would sure- cri - na far nnnrt -I nL Our waj. ' .; o1 go back to my old life; lit da no matter how u om,.fPd. erect a per- barrier to shut It out: and life that you, oi " I never share." 111 have 10 amy v) iuc thesnovr. . . . wen. . -. vou and Roy might L follow Marie and Wilcox. F" . til lv,v nnrs jaiae as Marie, you u ue mate. It will please Lrt and maybe I can forget Lees dream." His eyes were u blue diamonds. "The soon-la soon-la do It the better." I don't think I love him, yet. Dut u ttims uesi " nf rtinrenlence. 1 1 long time there was no I but the angry surge of the Is nnder the cliff, ana me s of the sea-birds. e was called to himself at last e flick of a long shadow at ,rmr of his eye. He was L t know why It startled him l:d could only thank some sixth it which his life's war with the iwwpm of the North had nur- in his brain. His head never k but his eyes moved in their a ng the crest of the bluff, forty up, Fireheart came stealing. iwas almost directly behind and Xan. fie had caught only one glimpse Iw priestess when she vanished i.l the big boulders of the sum- svifh thp sensation of sudden r cold In his vitals, he sprang is feet and whirled. He was i split second too soon, and nossiblv too late. Destruction lio than nf a hnnrlrprl-nnnnri ier started lunging down the ia was sitting In the trough of slope, In the certain track of lailssile, Even a glancing blow j!d hurl her oft the ledge, to the ping water below- Yet two fac-I fac-I fought for her one was Eric Ilig toward her now, his hand ping toward hers. The other the shape of the stone, not fd but angular, so that It made H her In angry bounds, some- sliding on the steep escarp-f escarp-f rather than in an accelerat-fannon-ball roll Idling np, her hand snatched 1 He seemed to Jerk her head-I head-I through the air into Ms arms. f i rattled in her ear, a pass-i'MrlwInd pass-i'MrlwInd raised the hair on skead d the big rock splashed Partly Into the sea.. I t'i arm clung about her shoul- pressing her close as though never let her go. if one up there," she ! Rreheart." e do this thing?" P not Many of those Lfr,.8!artat touch. But we've f N out" time All their Flre- twned and led m They found Flfe-i-tt,..WlmBlt her arms r smes, her head thrown i ' We Bpoke hr n ;:sInFIreheart8hand. T 11 an "ore." ,Jjt nnderrtand.- The 4 It crescent 1 1 ? Why WnIte Chief ?' at ? Guess maye H l lVfeart be- i v . 18 w neither th f,. f1uc tVTea t0 .taZ Bin '"g- .M r. ma!deDS etiVt1 the first .'ttat'S."?"01 of e- 1 1 "She I6:8 Girled 'f,5J0?no lwe her. ! rci ' aer luick." nean to fefi40 Xan- "Ion THE STORY FROM THE BEGINNING With Ua yacKt, the IntrapU, abaadonad by ha craw, Felix Horton, mlllionatra, aallinf with Ma mother, hie daughter Nan, and Roy Stuart, puti Into Squaw Harbor, Aleika, to recruit. Filinf to eecure aailora, Horton an(a(ea a bunch of nondeecripta. A f if antic Pola, Sandocnar, la their leader. At the request of Captain Waymire, the Intrepid akipper, an old friend, Eric Ericsson, holding masters papers, but unemployed, engages to sail as chief officer. Nan, attracted by Eric, indulges In a moonlight flirtation, which brings them both to the threshold of Interest in each other, If not of love. The Intrepid ia wrecked by one of Sandomar'a crowd. Erie takes command of a small boat, with H or ton's party. Unable to help, they watch Sandomar kill Captain Waymire and leave the ship with his crowd. Waymire has thrown Eric a revolver. From on of the Aleut Indiana, ashore, who speak a little English, Eric learns there is no communication with the outside world. Fireheart, priestess of th island, descended from white man In th remote past, also knowing some English, welcomes the castaways, Sandomar declare there shall be no law on th island, but Eric, having th only gun, cow him for th time, declaring be is th law, and lays out work for slL Nan faces th situation bravely. Eric's love for her, first felt on the Intrepid, (wells, and he tell her he mean to win her for his mate. Sh Is not unwilling. Fireheart claims Erie as her own, to his dismay. Defending himself from aa attack by Sandomar and bis crony "Cargo," Eric' revolver apparently misfires, but hi assailants fie. Eric finds th revolver la rim-Are, while five of it sin cartridge are center-fir. He baa one cartridge with which to protect bis party from Sandomar and his brutes. He determines on a showdown. Calling a meeting, meet-ing, at which "Swede," on of th gang, make an attempt on his life, ha use hi on cartridge, killing "Swede," but is left defenseless, though for th time master of the situation. Fireheart claim his love, making threats. you. If you tell Fireheart you no want him promise true you no let him get you, no never promise marry Roy heap quick then Fireheart Fire-heart still be your friend, be White Chiefs friend, too. What you say?" "Answer her," Eric urged. "This matter may as well be settled now as later." Nan squared her shoulders and threw up her glossy head. Then she spoke with a low, clear 'cello tone. -. . "I can't promise that. I can't make a promise that I may have to break." Eric's heart leaped like a king-salmon king-salmon free of the barb, triumphant trium-phant from the dark water, but the squaw's black eyes glowed like those of some tenacled bottom-thing, bottom-thing, hauled up by the trawls. "Fireheart see now. She no forget. Her love Is big ocean In sunlight, bright, warm, good, but her no-love Is heap white floe come down from North, no look across, no make hole through, grind up big rocks to little pebble." "Won't you still be our friend?" Eric asked. Fireheart shook her head sullenly. sullen-ly. "Love, him change to no-love, taste bitter In mouth." She raised her arms In an Imperious and dramatic dra-matic gesture. "I am Fireheart, priestess of Lost People. Aleuts, they do what I say. I tell em you no my friend, tell 'em watch chance, turn quick with spears when you no have little gun, kill you, drive you away. Big god who come from West, he do what Fireheart Fire-heart say too. I tell him bring you bad luck, make you die slow, plenty hurt Fireheart, she wish stone run over you both, knock you Into sea." Exile on Forlorn Island changed slowly from an Incredible dream to vivid reality. Eric's stern reign seemed like that of an ancient dynasty, the natural order of-things. It was commonplace to be living In the hourly threat of Sandomar's fury, Fireheart's malice. As Nan toiled with her slant-eyed sisters, less and less often did her swift hands pause and her eyes film over as she day-dreamed of a lost world, a pre-exlstence half-forgotten. In these wild days, her laughter as well as her tears seemed easy to flow. Her thrills were no longer "synthetic"; she was warmer, less self-centered. This growth was revealed, re-vealed, not only In her quick moods mirth, indignation, pity, loneliness loneli-ness but subtly In her face. Her hands grew red and calloused, but in the shadow of her parka-hood the luster of her hazel eyes set Roy's cool head awhirl, and the curve of her full Hps made Eric's viking heart glow with the lust of conquest con-quest It was the month of ripening, bud to flower, fledgling In the nest to winged courier of the air ; but Nan's friendship for Roy had not yet ripened rip-ened Into love. Marriage "with him would still be for convenience, not for deep need of her heart and soul. And It was true that Eric stole too often Into her thoughts. Her good sense told her that Eric could never share the scenes to which some time she must return-that return-that beyond these crags and windy wastes they would have little In common com-mon but how dreamy those scenes became, and how vivid and real the sand-dunes of Forlorn Island I The barrier between her and the blond viking was not half so strong as the sea reefs enforcing her exile. Future shipwreck as his mate was a far-tomorrow's evil, but the shelter shel-ter of. his arms was today's need. In the maze of adventure, part and parcel of her exile, she saw Eric In a new light One warm afternoon aft-ernoon at the drying racks, a young squaw at her side gave a sudden, sharp gaSp. wheeling, she beheld the shadow of agony fall on the leathern face, linger a few polg-ant polg-ant seconds, then pass slowly away. "What Is ltr Nan begged. The squaw, a last fall's bride named Chlgum (Flower), could not understand the words, but the quick pity In the alien eyes went straight to her heart A forlorn half smile touched the coarse lips. The eyes gazed off as Into another world, down the long vista of the centuries with that far, magic sight which no son of Adam ever dreamed, and which comes to Eve's daughters only a few times from the cradle to the grave. "Koticky," she answered simply. At once she began to put her flint tools Into her sealhlde poke, signifying that she would go now to another labor. "Koticky" was a word that Nan had learned. It meant "baby." As she stared, bewildered, Chigum turned and trudged away toward her turf house. The other squaws grunted and went back to drying fish. "Aren't you going with her?" Nan demanded. They looked up, puzzled, and one of them spoke In a tone dark with fatalism. At once Nan realized that she alone must answer the call Mother Horton and Marie were In Thunder Rattled In Her Ear, and the Big Rock Splashed Impotent-ly Impotent-ly Into the Sea. the berry-flats, out of . reach; Eric and the hunters were spearing sea-lions sea-lions on the far beach. With a bitter bit-ter cry Nan dropped her own tools and hurried after the squat figure reeling to her dread appointment For Nan, this was the beginning of revelation. She was swept Into a primal drama that rent her heart In the gloom of the turf-house, Chigum kept her rendezvous with the Eternal Save for a crippled ancient Chlgum's father, the two women were alone. The daylight began to fail. The old Aleut lighted the stone lamps, but he knew no way to help, and he did not understand Nan's frantic pleas to summon Mother Horton. Apparently the two women must fight It through unaided when Nan tried to break free and seek aid, the cold hand locked fast on her own. Presently the door flew open, someone crouched to enter and a tall figure took the lamplight A dry choking cry broke from her tense throat Perhaps this was just thankfulness that help had come; but she was swept by some stranger, deeper emotion a kind of exultation, a 6ure sense of fulfillment fulfill-ment when she saw Eric's face In the gleam. . . . Sane, cool-headed Marie would be useful here-wise here-wise Mother Horton a tower of strength but Eric was best of alL Victory was certain, now. Chigum would come up from the valley. Eric and Nan would be doctor and nurse. What teammates they were, comrades com-rades In arms! Eric took In the situation sit-uation with one sweep of his resolute reso-lute eyes. Wheeling to the old native, na-tive, he gave an order in sign language lan-guage and a few words of Aleut The old man hobbled out ; Eric bent over the squaw. "She's all right I think," he said. "If she can Just last out a few minutes min-utes more" He spoke to her In kindly, encouraging encour-aging tones. There was not the least horror for him or for Nan, nor the slightest shame. It was Mother Earth who gave according to her ancient an-cient wisdom, teaching a lesson almost al-most too poignant for mortal heart When Eric was tossing the little lit-tle brown newcomer In the air, Mother Horton burst In with dim eyes glittering. But the fight was won. The mother lay gasping, well out of the shadow, and with fair luck and a few hours' rest could return to the drying racks. And the first sound to meet Mother Horton's eager old ears was a thin wail In the silence. When three of the older squaws trooped over to help with the nurs ing, Eric noticed a strange thing, vvnen they even looked at the In fant, Chlgum's eyes grew wide with dread ; and when they bent to take the baby from her arms, she snatched It close with a moan. "What's frightened her so?" Nan demanded. "She's like a wild animal " "I don't know, but I can guess," Eric answered. He listened briefly to what seemed a pitiful plea bub bllng from Chlgum's trembling Hps, then sent for his Interpreter. When Chechaquo came, he soon made the situation clear. "Chigum, she afraid squaws will take baby out on beach, give him to wind," he explained casually. "Too many people on Island. Too many mouths, not enough meat Squaws do this long time when too many babies born." Nan went white with Indignation. "Chechaquo, tell those women that If they touch a hair of that baby's head, Eric will kill them." Her eyes fairly blazed. "If he doesn't, I will! Explain to him, Eric," she begged. "You won't let them carry out that horrible custom !" "You say no let baby die?" Che chaquo asked. "Tell them that . the baby must live. There wUl be plenty of meat for alL If anyone harms the baby, he ll be harmed the same." Chechaquo translated the com mand amid a poignant silence. The squaws nodded, glad to be spared the grim office, but the old Aleut rose from his corner, hobbled Into the lamplight, and spoke in tremu lous, excited tones. "He say, If baby live, whole tribe have bad luck," Chechaquo Interpreted. In-terpreted. "When one too many born, one have to die. Old gods say so, long time ago; If people no obey, old gods get mighty mad, raise h 1, birds no fly, fish no run." "Tell him that the old gods are dead," Eric answered gravely. "I will take all the bad luck on my head. Tell him straight that the baby is not to be harmed. It Is the New Law. And not to be afraid the God of the ikon and the candlestick rules the Island now. and forbids the killing of children, When the patriarch beard, he nod ded and returned to his corner. Nan thought she saw a dull glow steal Into his deep-set eyes. After their belated supper by the beach-fire, Eric and Nan turned again toward Chlgum's turf-hut "I don't entirely trust those squaws and maybe not the old man, either," Nan said., "Anyway, I want to see if she's comfortable." They walked leisurely at first, but before they reached the door they were almost running. But the scene by the flickering oil lamp soon relieved their fears. Chigum lay with her baby at her breast, her broad face radiant her long eyes darkly lustrous, her coarse lips curled In a wistful half-smile. Eric bent over her a full minute before he chanced to see that the old Aleut was no longer In his corner. "Where Is Anulga (Cormorant) Y' Chigum shook her head with a fateful air. Her eyes moved furtively fur-tively in their almond silts. Suddenly Sud-denly Eric and Nan found themselves them-selves erect each reading the truth In the other's blanching face. "You don't think" Nan began. "I know It Life must pay for life, those were his last words. Who can understand these people! Til get Chechaquo we might save him yet." Eric sprinted from the room, and Nan heard him shout as he ran up the village row. Chechaquo, jerked out of his fur-bed, was at first evasive, eva-sive, and only when Eric clutched his shoulder with Iron fingers, did he stutter out the truth. The old gods must be propitiated. It was the ancient law of the Island, laid down by Tanaga, the first man who came from heaven, that life must pay for life. White Chief did not permit Chlgum's baby to be given to the winds, so Anulga took Its place. Otherwise birds would not fly, nor salmon run. "Chechaquo not know. He gone. He leave hut while you eat meat say goodby to old men, go away to big cliff across Island. Ton no catch him. He make medicine to gods. Jump In sea by now." "ne couldn't have reached there already. Put on your mukluks and come with me. We may catch him yet" But Cnechaquo's Jaw set and he stood like a stone, "I no go. White Chief beat me kill me I no go! Heap bad luck." There was no time to waste, so Eric sped back to Chigum's hut "I'm going to try to catch him," Le told Nan. "It s a long, cark trefc and you'd better stay here." (to eh co-vrurtKai le Screen Set in Sun or Modern Cabinet Get Good Results. By Miriam J. Williams, Extension Nutritionist, Nu-tritionist, Colorado Agricultural College. WNU Servlc. Drying Is a simple and economical method of preserving vegetables and fruits for winter use. Dried products prod-ucts keep well, refresh and cook easily and are usually of good texture tex-ture and flavor. They are easily stored since they are about one-fifth one-fifth of the fresh products In size and weight There Is no question of non-acid vegetables being "safe" when they are dried. Provided vegetables and fruits are quickly and thoroughly dried and stored away from Insects, there Is no doubt as to their keeping qualities. qual-ities. Equipment for drying may vary from the simplest screen set In the sun, upon boxes or chairs, to cupboard-like arrangements with sev eral trays, using artificial heat Chief considerations are protection from dust and files, high tempera tures and free circulation of dry air. A sloping roof with a heat-reflect ing surface makes for a higher temperature tem-perature than a horizontal surface. Fairly mature vegetables and fruits with a high Bugar content are easier to dry than the quick-growing. Immature kind. Green vegetables vege-tables such as green peas and spin ach deteriorate somewhat during storage after drying, although greens especially retain their fresh color when dried quickly. Many consider dried greens superior to canned greens. Vegetables to be dried should be fresh and In prime condi tion for the table. Colorado Farmers Find Trench Silos Valuable Several hundred Colorado farm ers will dig trench silos on their farms this year, according to pres ent Indications. More than 500 farmers who ap preciate the value of silage In feeding feed-ing live stock dug silos last year. A plow, a slip or fresno, a spade, team and a farmer's labor are all that are necessary In digging a trench silo. Many farmers have found It con venient to dig their silos when their labor and equipment were not needed for other farm work. Silage from trench silos has proved to be fully as good a feed as silage from upright silos, according to II. B. Osland, associate In animal Investigations for the Colorado Ag ricultural college experiment sta tion, and C A. Smith, extension dairyman. Welfare Workers Baseball Fundamental Truths C If M, Bell oyndloat. WNU 8ervlc. WELFA ways Beekeeping Swarming should be modernized as much as any other branch of beekeeping. bee-keeping. The old method of climbing climb-ing Into the top of a tree with a basket bas-ket at the risk of being severely stung or being Injured by falling from the tree, should be a thing of the past The risks taken In such cases far outweigh the value of the swarm. Swarming can be largely con trolled by modern methods of better management The percentage of colonies col-onies that attempt to swarm Is greatly reduced by clipping the wings of queens prior to the swarming swarm-ing season. Those who cannot he present when swarms Issue, In which case clipped queens may be lost may put a queen and drone trap over the entrance ror a rew days when a colony Is found preparing to swarm. The best policy, how- ever, Is to treat such colonies so that no swarms will Issue. This Is done either by making an artificial swarm or by removing the queen. Montreal Herald. Slump in Farm Lands Average value per acre of farm land In the United States March 1, thts year, was 73 per cent of the average for the years 1912 to 1914 as reported hy the, Department of Agriculture. The corresponding In dex a year ago was 89, and two years ago 100. Values for the entire country are about 43 per cent of those In the high record year. 1929. Greatest decline occurred In Iowa where this year's value Index Is 58, compared with 80 a year ago. and 213 In 1920. The figures Indicate Indi-cate that average value per acre In that state Is only about a fourth that of J920. Agricultural Hints In 1931 the number of farms elec trified was C98.78C. Alfalfa can be cut three times an nually If the stand Is vigorous sod plant food Is plentiful. A thousand tons of beef are being fed for the fall market by 2,000 4-H club boys and girls In Ohio. Recent tests Indicate that treat ing pastures with ground dolomltlc limestone will Increase tne proauc- tion of nutritious grasses snd clovers. By planting a 30-acre garden and establishing a canning plant ror canning vegetables produced In the garden, the city of Plttsfleld. Mass.. last year realized two aoiiars wonn of food for every dollar Invested. By ED HOWE ELFARE workers have al- robbed the poor as cruelly as the politicians have robbed the people. The earliest book and public sneaker began with a plea for the poor, and the clamor has grown ever since, but the poor have not been relieved. Welfare workers seem to prefer to keep the poor as exhibits when they Inaugu rate a new drive, as teachers ex hlblt children when school directors are being appealed to for another appropriation. The present world wide poverty Is disgraceful ; had we handled ourselves with the Intelligence Intelli-gence and vigor we are capable of, have actually shown In other ways, poverty would not exist O. O. Mclntyre says baseball is slowly passing out, and must Inevitably In-evitably disappear. I hope so; baseball has become one of the greatest American bores. The first ambition of an American youth should be to become a good pro vlder for a family, a safe and re spectable man In his community; to occupy a good Job so capably he Is more apt to be promoted than dls enargea. it is baa ror a young man when his greatest ambition Is to become a eandlot rowdy called Spec Illterahard or Red Brlngemln There are millions of thinkers at present and millions In the past have left records of their thoughts. yet few have ever recognized fun aamentai irutns tnat should occur to almost anyone. One of such truths generally missed is that all men have equal rights In the world, You may say this right has been abundantly granted. It hasn't: no one grants rights except to the poor. Have the rich not been dfr nled their rights from the begin nlng? And are we not lately agreed In denying the rights of the mid die class? You say again I am mis taken, but In this case I am not no one Is freely and generally grant ea human rights except the poor man, who will not take advantage of them. In the few cases where writers have sound sense, they will not be understood unless extremely careful In expressing It There Is so much going on people will not bother long with paragraph or page not simply written and easily understood. Among the small number of men whose names attract my attention on encountering them In print Is Benjamin DeOasseres. 1 do not know who be Is; only that he seems to be struggling to make . . , . . . living as a writer, nas a gooa ueai of real genius, and writes too much about the old days of heavy drink Ing and bartenders. Lately he had two pages of par agraplis In a magazine, ana I was able to understand only four of them: L The honest man Is one whom the world both respects and plun dors; 2. Belief of any kind is Impos sible without some degree of into erance ; , 3. Whatever exists aspires to tell a petty lie about Itself; 4. There Is a kind of sweetness of character that Is extremely dls agreeable. (I have changed the last paragraph somewhat as DeOas seres uses many objectionable words In bis writings, mistakenly beller lng they add strength). Some years after the Civil war an Investigator claimed to bare dls covered thousands of old soldiers who did nothing except play In 0. A. R. Drum corps, fire salutes over the graves of former comrades, take part In patriotic parades, work for more liberal pension laws, or run for office on patriotic issues. There Is much more of this now than from 1805 on. but people have been so thoroughly drilled In devotion devo-tion to patriotism that nothing has been done about It In spite of the widespread love of children, occasionally a child Is corrected cor-rected for Its own good, and for the good of the race In general, but admiration for old soldiers Is so great we cannot bear to offend them. One of the most general complaints com-plaints of the human race Is that there are too many of us; Some say wars sre thus Justifiable Justifi-able (In spite of the great expense and annoyance of pensions) ; Still. It must be admitted that almost al-most every one somewhat realizes the gravity of the situation, and helps tn killing himself off; I know of no one who does not shorten his life a little by too much devotion to some of the various follies offering. offer-ing. 1 am eighty years old. yet a committee com-mittee of Boy Scouts lately rang my belt and t went laboriously downstairs to be lectured by impudent impu-dent children on my duty as a cIO-sen. cIO-sen. . . My natural burdens are heavy, and I try to meet them grace-fnlly. grace-fnlly. but sometimes believe I am often annoyed unnecessarily and foolishly. JO rl t -a. Si ij'" Weluhtv Problems ar I,. .J They'r facing as throughout th land. And en big problem which prevail. Cannot be measured an small scales. Doe your horn town PATRONIZE HOME INDUSTRY f y2 THIS WEEK'S PKIZE STORY Th hunting season Is on. Never waa ther such a splendid chance to gvt a bag full. Study the following direction for killing three Intermountain Birds with one Stone: Your merchants are ready and willing to embrace the N R A but in some rases that is almost impossible. Don't leave it all to th merchant. Buy his goods. Enable him to employ more help. And the circle Is completed when conditions condi-tions automatically better themselves and you sre benefitted. Ther are your three birds the Intermountain Merchant, the Intermountain Jobhunter and th Intermountain Inter-mountain Booster (commonly known as Yourself). And whst a paradox I The quicker yon kill these three birds, the lujtier they will become th result of Intermountain atmosphere." E. MacQiriVEY, Wendell, tdaho. 9 sill EVERYTHING FOR THE BUILDER LUMBER MOULDINGS SASH DOORS PAINT OIL CLASS . 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Writ for caUlognea and prices. ELIAS A. SMITH Receiver for Consolidated Music Co. 13 E. 1st So. Salt Lake City pill ! fpsfn Please send me full details about the new Frlgidalre that uses no more current than one electric light bulb, and also the super models, W. H. BINTZ CO. SALT LAKE CITY All large naval vessels which pass under the Brooklyn bridge have to lower their topmasts $3.00 per week will be paid for th best 5-wer article on "Why yon sfceald use Intermoantala made Goods Similar to aber. Bend year story in prea or nm to in-terMntaia in-terMntaia Products Cotajaa, P. O. Bex liSi. Salt Lake City. If rnr story appear fas this ceiama yen will re- our check for $3.00 Week Ne. Uii WJf.C-Sslt Lak City I' |