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Show THE Friday, March 26, 1926 TIMES-NEW- PAGE SEVEN NEPHI, UTAH S, The Valley of Voices h ValfiaalSa m Out By GEORGE MARSH CHAPTER XVI Author t "Toller of the Trad" Th Whelp of the Wolf" (Cepjrrisht by the Pnn Publlahlnc Ce.l Tor two day the watchers of the trail waited In their ambush, but no (W. N. U. Service.) hunters or search party left the post. one' 1Then, morning, at daylight, from The Frenchman, stopped the thick scrub of the shore south short In dazed his rush, rocked on his feet of Ogoke, two men looked long through then stumbled forward, grasping his binoculars at the chimneys of the knife. As he hurled himself, with a cabins, and smiled downward slash, on the heap In the Into each other's faces snow, he met an thrust when they saw that from more than which burled the bladeupward of Wagosh In 'half there rose no smoke of cooking his body. fires. Of the group of tlpls of bush Then on the white floor of the forIndians which had dotted the clearing est, a man blinded by flame and pow:in October, but two now remained. hurt struck and der, and one It was the turn of the old Ojlbway slashed until mortally strength left their arms .and two young Indians to stand guard and they lay together, hunter and on the trail to the game country. hunted, motionless, on the crimsoned 'Michel and Steel were too far to the snow. wind-burne- d .south to overtake Laflamme's men, so they struck straight back to camp, confident of the outcome for old guarded the trail. That morning, as, the stars faded and dawn broke blue and bitter over the eastern ridges, an old man with (bate in his heart prayed for the corn-Tin- g of one for whom he had waited long. With hoods pulled over faces from which rose the steaming columns of their breath, Wa-os- h and his two companions shuffled back and forth on their snowshoes, beating their shoulders with mittened bands, for the stinging cold pierced jthelr caribou capotes. "It may not be that he will come today," said the old Indian in shis native tongue, "but If a Frenchman, short, with legs that curve like bow, comes with others, they pass and we follow, until they separate to fcunt. Then you will take the others, while I follow him alone for he Is mine. Wagosh, the fox, will know what to do." The Indians nodded. They bad beard his story. But this morning the watchers of the trail had not long to wait. As the lifting sun filtered through the forest, stabbing the blue shadows with lances of light, Wagosh suddenly topped the whispered conversation with : "Bisan! shlsh!" Crouched in a thicket of young fir, their guns stripped of their skin cases, the three stiffened, listening. ' Pres-ntl- y to their straining ears drifted the faint click of snowshoes. Pushing aside some low branches the Ojib-wa- y peered down the trail In the direction of the sound. After a space of breathless waiting, his companions saw his arm tremble. Then, shivering like a man chilled to the bone, the old Indian turned a face fierce with passion, and whispered: "Let them pass. He has come!" up the' trail Swinging rapidly moved the stocky figure of Black Baptiste followed by an Indian whose eyes shifted furtively to right and left as he walked. When the two had jmssed from sight, three shapes, leaving the trail, followed like shadows, on muffled shoes. Two miles beyoud, where the fresh tracks of a moose crossed the path in the snow, and the tounters from Ogoke separated, Wagosh left his friends, to pick up the webbed Imprints of the larger shoes of his man. hunts started Then two still through the soundless forest the stalk of moose, and of mnn. Over the new snow, as swift and as noiseless as a wolf after ptarmigan, the hunter of Black Baptiste closed lu. Evidently in doubt of the direction of the movement of the air, the Frenchman stopped to test It with his bare hand. Then he went on, until the sudden lengthening of the stride in the snow indicated that the moose had scented dnnger and started to -- Wa-,go- frost-tblacken- There Steele and Michel found them. "Knife fight !" cried the Iroquois. "What happen to Wagosh gun?" He with picked up the cheap trade-gu! Its burst breech. He get snow een de muzzle an' she bust w'en he shoot." "Too bad, poor old man I He could have shot Baptiste at the ambush, but he wanted to settle It alone tell him who he was, I suppose." "Yes, he mak' dis feller drop hees gun den he stop heera for to talk," said Michel, examining the trail of Baptiste. "W'en Wagosh shoot an de gun bust, de Frenchman Jump on heera wid de knife." , Michel gently turned over the frozen body of the old Indian, expos-n "Ah-hah- "I do not know if they can save the post," said St. Onge. "I may have to leave the company a ruined man. But I tell you this, that the woman who throws away the love of Monsieur Steele will live to be haunted by regret." She turned a white face at the door, as she said: "You forget that I have given Monsieur Lascelles my promise." e e e e e low and out of sight of the post, to examine the trail on the lake Ice, which led south to the Rouge and the Michel had smiled with Jackfish. satisfaction to find that a sled had passed since the fall of snow two nights before. The mystery which ringed the doomed post, as the forest rings a clearing, was doing its work. Unnerved ty the fate of those who had gone downriver and Into the hunting country, never to return, the people were slipping away from Ogoke In the night as from a spot plague-riddeThe day of Laflamme was There could be nearing Its sunset. few left, now, to drink his whisky. He was finished. The moment for walking In on the trader and Big Antoine was at hand. As he backtracked to the camp, the bold features of the Iroquois, in his fur hood, lit with Joy as he gloated over the victory they had won won with the toil and sweat of two months ceaseless effort. He smacked his lips at the thought of meeting Laflamme the man who had murdered in cold blood planned the ruin of Wailing River who had dared insult Denlse. It would be a sweet moment, that. when he looked Into the faces of the pnlr of cutthroats, Laflamme and Big Antoine. He swung along over his backtracks, his snowshoes raising the powdery snow like dust, engrossed In plans for the future. As he entered some timber, thick with young growth, a rifle flashed on his flank ! The man lu the trail took a step forward swayed, ns his gun slipped from his hands then lunged headlong to the snow and lay motionless. For a space. In the windless morning, the forest was without sound. Then a 'chickadee called, and curious, sailed down to Inspect the still shape In the trail. Presently a moose-bircroaked. Again silence shut in. After an interval there was a movement In the thicket of young Branches were parted, to spruce. make way for a swurt face from which sinister eyes gloated on the stricken thing In the snow. Gun thrust hammer forward, cocked, the assassin cautiously left his ambush. Standing over the still body, face down, with a knee curiously bent under, he laughed In triumph, as he kicked viciously with the toe of his snowshoe at the back of the hooded head. But at the movement, the lifted foot In Its snowshoe was gripped and held, while the head and shoulders of the man at his feet lunged into his legs, carrying him with n cry of surprise backward to the snow. Hampered by the shoes which trapped and anchored their feet, the two fought; one, desperately for his life; the other, for the settlement of old scores and this shot from the spruce. But the strength and fury of the Iroquois soon wore down the man beneath him who frantically strained and twisted to break the grip on his throat. n. ef m The Dazed Frenchman Stopped Short in His Rush. Ing the face, powder-burneand torn, beyond recognition. "By gar! He fight heem wldout hees eyes !" 'Brave old Wngosh !" Steele looked, and turned away, sick at heart. He had liked the simple-hearteOjibway. "I tell you dat eet was all right. Old Wagosh watch de trail." "Yes, the trail was safe with Wagosh. Now he can rest In peace. He did what he came to do." "I wish heem nioch game een de Happy Huntln' Groun," added Michel. And the two returned to their camp and sent a sled to bring In the body to be cached under logs until spring, when It could be buried. ' d . d e d r g eyes. It was a "poudre day" at Ogoke. In the gray dawn a tall figure had left the scrub of the shore, miles be- e e e Robbed of the Joy and solace of her beloved violin; too restless to read, Denlse St. Onge sat one evening with her father, her head resting on the back of her chair, her eyes closed. travel. With a curse the hunter lifted both For a half hour the factor had broodshouldersln a gesture of defeat. The ed over his future, oblivious of hrr Then, suddenly nware of presence. shifting air had betrayed him. lie her silence, he glanced curiously at turned from the trail he hud fol lowed and struck out in a new direc- the girl's averted face. From the closed eyes tears traced tion. Shortly, as he stopped and knelt on a knee to tighten the thongs their way down her cheeks while the of a shoe, a voice straightened him sensitive tnouth quivered with tho to his feet with a Jerk, nervously fing- misery of her thoughts. "Denlse! Yon poor child!" ering the trigger of his gun. His "You must not mind foolish tears," Inscrutable the searched eyes shifting spruce that walled him In. Trapped, she said. "I miss my violin so." He shook his head at the subterhelpless, he flinched from the expectfuge, then voiced the course of his ed flash of the hidden rifle. thoughts. "If only they win at Ogoke "Drop the gun!" The fingers of the Frenchman re- and rid t'ne country of that scoundrel, laxed. The gun slipped to the snow this will be a strong post. He will not dare to close It I will defy him at his feet. "Marche I" The command snapped to. Steele has told them In Montreal." "Yes. but what of me?" she on the frosty air like a whiplash. Slowly the henchman of Laflamme groaned. "I have given him my prom obeyed the order of his concealed ene- Ise." The face of St. On;'e flushed with my. Then a crouching figure, with rifle, stole from a clump passion. "The day you married that man I would shoot him and then myf young growth and followed. self." A hundred feet from the gun, BapShe went to the factor and sitting tiste, slinking with fear and rage, turned desperately on his captor. on the arm of his chair, stroked his "What do you want?" he demanded In towed head. "No, no; not thnt, not thnt, dear," she soothed. "I am not Ojlbway. The black eyes of Wagosh blazed worth It." He suddenly straightened, and The lean fuce In with exultation. the hood was pitiless. At last he asked : "You will show me that letter looked Into the face of his man. "Yes, If yon wish It." Denlse took me Wagosh from know "You Woman river?" He bit off the words an envelope from her desk and handed It to her father, who opened the as a drill bites steel. : ' The swart features of Black Bnp letter and rend St. "Mademoiselle Onge: tlste went yellow at the words. He "You may be Interested to know remembered the father of the girl at that the American, Monsieur Steele, his cabin. Stiff with fear, his staring eyes honored us with his presence on hjs way home to Neplgon In October. As watched the black muzzle of the mov-trideath slowly sighted on his heart. he was drowned In the Jack dsn rapto say that I found Then, as his nerves snapped and he ids, I am at liberty was and him Irresistible preparing to In toward the desperation leaped crouched figure, there was a loud ex- accompany him to the railroad, when Laflamme surprised us In plosion. With a groan the OJibway Monsieur Hose Bernard." cabin. his snow. to tbe crumpled half-raise- Rising, the factor faced the girl, the hand holding the letter shaking from his emotion. "And you believed this woman took her word against his?" "Why not? He admitted that Laflamme surprised them," she answered In a strained voice, avoiding her father's eyes. "What does it matter now? I have given my word." "Will you tell me this?" he demanded. "You loved this man when J he left for home In September? know, for you were happy." Her black eyes met his bravely. "When he left here I believed In a beautiful thing but that, somehow, has died." "If it died," he answered, "why, when you thought him dead, did you cry night after night I heard you In your room; I knew from your playing why was the shock the Joy, so great when he returned to fight for us?" She did not answer. "I believe you love him still. In spite of what you say. He has loved you from the first ; I could see It. He Is sacrificing much for us proving his love for you every day, and yet you allow this He of a low woman to poison your mind." With a gesture of hopelessness, she rose to leave the room, avoiding his d raw-bone- d (TO BE CONTINUED.) Mythical Creek Hero In Greek mythology Adonis was a beautiful young boy, beloved by Venus and Proserpine. They quarreled about his possession, but the dispute was settled by Jupiter, who decreed that Adonis should annually spend eight months with Venus In the upper world and four months with Proserpine In the lower world. Adonis was fatally wild bonr, during the wounded by chase, and was rhanged by Venus into n anemone. She yearly mourned him on the anniversary of his death Shakespeare has commemorated the love of Venus for Adonis In long descriptive poem entitled "Venus and Adonis " Knnsna City Times. CHAPTER X Continued Dick smiled with exasperating coolness. Alster's face slowly mottled and turned red. Losing his polite manners, he asked abruptly, "Who are you, sir? Aren't you the stowaway that came down here unbidden?" "I came down on the yacht If you choose to call me a stowaway, all right." "Mr. Blake was telling me about you," added the doctor. "He's been very anxious to see you. I'll summon him." "It Isn't necessary," replied Dick. "I've met Mr. Blake several times." "I'll summon him at once." He moved toward the door. Dick made no attempt to detain him. It opened and closed behind the man, the lock clicking in response to the turn of the key on the outside. Dick smiled. On the other side be could hear Tolees In an altercation. Alice Cutler was speaking authoritatively. "You must give ue that key, doctor at once." "I can't. Miss Cutler," replied the other. "He's a dangerous man, and I must summon Mr. Blake." "I'll be responsible for him," cut In the girl. "Are you going to give me that key?" "No, Miss Alice I" There was the sound of heavy retreating footsteps, gradually dying away In the dietance. Then a voice called softly through the keyhole. "You must escape Mr. Blake will be here soon." "Don't worry about me. Miss Cutler," Dick called back. "I can take care of myself. But" hesitatingly "I wouldn't put too much faith In Doctor Alster. I don't believe he's for us." 1 e Dick had surveyed the outlook through the window with Just such a possible contingency In view, and It required little exertion or hazard on his part to climb out on the roof of the back poreh and slide down one of the pillars. Before Blake and Doctor Alster appeared tn the room he was In the woods, watching the window at a safe distance. "Blake will know by this time I've escaped from the cave," he meditated. "Therefore, he'll set McGee on my trail again. Perhaps this time I'll be prepared for him." His visit to the house had satisfied him on two doubtful points. The first. and what seemed the more Important to him, was that Alice Cutler had come to believe and trust In him. She no longer viewed him as an enemy or troublesome Interloper. The second point he had cleared up In his mind was that Doctor Alster was a friend of Blake's and in league with him. "That means three to one against me, not counting Marie," he reflected. It was noticeable that he did not In elude Miss Cutler In this grouping. but that was because he had personally assumed her burdens and Intend ed to relieve her of all responsibility, He decided his next move was to pay another visit to the wireless plant. and learn If possible where the yacht was located. There was no question In his mind that Blake was communicating with Captain Brent, exchang ing messages of some sort or another. Dick remained a long time watch ing the window and the back of the house. If any one emerged through the doorway, he could see him In ample time to get away. There was no sign of any one stirring about, and he finally abandoned the watch. Retreating Into the woods, he made his way cautiously to the beach and from there to the face of the cliff, which offered so many advantageous hiding places. Concealing himself In the mouth of a small sea cave where he had a clear view of every line of approach, he fell to meditating upon his next move. If he destroyed the wireless plant, he would cut off their last chance of getting a message ashore or to a passing vessel. On the other hand, If he left It Intnct, he permitted Blake to hatch up any sort of a plot with Captain Brent or to carry out his original scheme. "Which," he reflected with a scowl, "I'm Still ignorant of." The minutes slipped away swiftly. After his exertions, Dick felt tired and sleepy. The reaction from the excitement made him doze In catnaps. Arousing himself from one of tl.eso, he heard voices over his head. They came from the top of the cliff, which was Just visible from his biding place. They were angry words, spoken In a feminine voice. "I saw you with her! You needn't deny It I I'll scratch your eyes out If you touch her again !' It was Marie, venting her Jealousy upon her unlucky lover. Dick smiled, Blake enjoying the conversation. spoke In a lower, more guarded voice. "No, I won't keep still!" the maid added a moment later. "You got to promise to leave her alone, or I'll tell her all. You've deceived me, and " "I tell you to shut up!" came from her lover In a menacing voice. "If you don't, I'll " "What will you do?" mocked the maid. "You're a coward, and don't dare touch me. I know you." "Be careful ! Marie laughed defiantly, taunting him onif as an aroused. Jealous woman could but In the midst of It there came a new note, which made Dick fiance upward hurriedly. It was as f the laugn had suddenly turned late high-pitche- y. turbed, her whole body shaking When she grew calmer he spoke with emphasis to impress her. "Marie, I saved your life. You know that If I hadn't plunged in you'd be food for fishes by this time. Now I'm going to ask a favor of you In return. Will you grant it?" "Yes, sir, anything," she replied, weakly but honestly. "Then I want to know why you betrayed your mistress and put yourself Into the hands of Mr. Blake and Doctor Alster. Was It because you loved Blake?" In spite of her shaking she flushed slightly, and nodded her head. "I thought so," he resumed. "In fact, I knew It. A woman In love will do the most extraordinary things." He paused again, glancing seaward. When he turned once more to her he was smiling frankly. "You didn't want anything terrible to happen to Miss Cutler, did you? That wasn't a part of the bargain with Blake, was It?" "No, sir, he promised not to harm her," she answered meekly. "Nor her uncle?" "No, sir, he said he was a sick man, and needed the change down here. He wasn't going to harm him." "Then what was his scheme?" asked Dick bluntly, taking her off her guard. "I I don't exactly know," she stam"He said something about mered. making his fortune If he could keep Mr. Cutler down here for a few weeks. It was something about stocks. I don't know exactly." "H'm !" mused Dick. "I think I understand." He was quiet for a few moments. Then, noticing the girl's agitation, he took pity on her. "I'll get you around to the beach, Marie. You need dry clothing." "I'm cold," she murmured, shivering. "Miss Cutler will help you. Go to her and tell her you fell Into the water. Don't say anything to her about Mr. Blake." "Thank you, sir. Til do as you ask." "Then come; I'll help you to tha beach. Go up to the house, and act as If nothing serious had happened. You might, by the way, redeem yourself by looking after your mistress a little more carefully. Doctor Alster and Mr. Blake are no friends of hers." "I know It, sir, but I'll show thera I am. I'll protect her from them. I'll scratch their eyes out, and and " "I believe you would, Marie. Now come I" Dick helped her along the face ol the cliff until they reached the beach. Marie was so terrified of the water that she clung to him desperately until her feet touched the sand, and she knew she was safe. She drew a long sigh of relief then, and at Dick's bidding hurried up to the house. Returning to his hiding place unrte the cliff, where re felt he was reasonably safe from discovery, Dick awaited the coming of durkness to put his plan In execution. He had gathered enough facts now to determine his course of action. It was to be dras-tic-, and full of danger; but it was the only thing under the circumstances to do. yIo-lentl- 10 Walsh (Copyrlfht, by W. O. ltt. WNU Servloe Chapman.) a scream a frightful cry of fear and horror. A moment later a wriggling, twisting body shot through the air, missing the ledge on which Dick stood by less than a foot. The maid had either stepped too near the edge of the cliff and fallen over, or she had been pushed to her doom by another. Dick had no way of Judging the cause of her mishap. He simply saw her body hurtling through space and ueard it splash In the greedy sea beA last despairing cry escaped low. her Hps, and then the green weter closed over her. There was no way to reach her except by a straight dive from his elevated position. Dick reasoned that Blake, after the accident, would either n flee or hurry down to the beach with help. In either case, the fellow would be of little assistance In the rescue. It was up to him to make the effort, Dick waited until she came to the surface, which seemed a long, torturing time to htm. Her long fall had carried her far beneath the surface. When her head showed finally for an Instant, bobbing on the crest of a wave, he took the plunge, making a clean dive straight for her. The Inevitable sinking and quick struggle to recover his breath on the surface followed. Then clearing his eyes of the salt water, he caught a glimpse of her as she was going under the second panic-stricke- time. Dick was an expert swimmer, and understood the art of handling a drowning person. He made a surface dive, and caught her by the back of jjS "Which," He Reflected With a Scowl, "I'm Still Ignorant Of." the hair, twisting it around In his fingers until he had a firm hold, and then throwing himself on his back he began towing her in. Fighting his way slowly through the waves, he managed finally to grasp the nearest rock, and with this as a lever he swung the struggling body of the terrified girl Into shoal water. After that It was easy to pick her up and carry her to a safe ledge a few feet above the highest roller. Gasping a little from his own exertions, he rested a moment before paying attention to Marie. He doubted If she had swallowed much water, and her moans and cries were due more to hysteria than to any alarming symptoms. At the worst she would suffer only a little physical discomfort. CHAPTER XI Marie came to her senses In due time, and strucgled to a sitting position. Her wild, otartled eyes took in the sea rolling close to her feet. With an Involuntary shudder and moan she drew as far bacj: from It as she could. Dick smiled. "You don't have to be afraid of It, Marie. It can't reach you." She turned her terrified eyes to liltn. She was stupidly quiet for a few moments. "You you saved me?" she gasped. "I picked you out of the sea," he replied lightly. "You weren't swimming very well." "I can't swim," she replied. "Then you should keep out of the water. What made you take the long ' dive?" . She shuddered again, and glanced up at the top of the cliff. Memory suddenly flooded her mind. Her eyes flashed. "I didn't dive!" she said. "He pushed me over. He wanted to kill me get me out of the way the murderer !" "Whom are you speaking of Mr. Blake?" "Yes. the reptile! He tried to murder me. Oh, the wretch !" She began wringing her hands. "He made love to me said he'd marry me, and then then to try to put me out of the way I Oh! Oh I Oh!" Dick permitted bar to sob undis (TO BB CONTINUED.) Incident That Upset Dignity of Inspector A quantity of milk had arrived In the North and was loaded on an ordinary trolley awaiting claim by the The trolley had on It consignees. about ten of the large cans In which milk Is carried by rail. Along came a dignified Inspector, bent on taking samples of the milk for testing purposes. He mounted the trolley and proceeded to Insert the special Implement he carried to mix the milk before taking out the samples. But the front bogey wheels were not well placed for such an operation. The weight of the Inspector upset the whole trolley. The contents of all the cans flowed freely over the stone pavement, and the dignified Inspector was In the middle of It all. He must hava bathed In about 100 gallons of milk and he bad to be picked up and put Into a cub to go home and change his clothes. The language of the milkmen waiting for the milk could not be printed. London Answers. All in the Same Boat An amusing Indian story Is translated Into English by Pandit Sliyama Sbankar, an Indian scholar who Is also well versed In English. Four Moham- medans were offering prayers at a mosque. One, by chance, said something not belonging to the prayer. The man next to him cried out: "You fool, you have spoken out In the midst of your prayer. Therefore all your prayer goes for nothing." "And yours?" cried cut the third man. "You, too, have poken. so your prayer cannot hava any effect." The fonrth man muttered to himself: "They are all speaking. Thank God I tm notl" PolUhed Tablet The way to remove hot era ret marks on polished tnble tops or papier macho trays Is to treat them with a paste made of olive oil ami salt. 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