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If he put through Ms deal with the Vanguard people, he would eventually have time and mne t0 break that injunction. on the taut frozen air Patricia could distinctly hear Craig and Kessler talking, though they were a good two-thir- of a mile away. "Craig" she spoke in an ordi-nary conversational voice. One of the distant figures straight-ened up. "Hello, Treeshla." "I've got the notices printed." "That's fine. Thanks, girl." He turned to Kessler. "You go and get 'em, Phil, while I finish this stake base." Kessler knocked iff work willingly enough and hurried in to camp. Across the fire from Patricia he crouched down und spread out his hands to the warmth of the flames. "How does it feel to be a rich man, Phil?" Patricia asked. "I wish I was rich. But seems like there's a Joker to everything." "Why, what's the joker to this gold strike? Up there the lode lsl You've seen Craig's tonnage esti-mate and the assay figures." "Yes, but I won't git one red cent out of the hundred thousand bucks that the Vanguard'll put up. Craig Intends to use it all for these other fellers." Patricia thought Kessler's remark rather ungrateful. Except for Craig's work, the lode would never have been found at all. She tried to encourage him. "Why, Phil, when the actual min-ing starts, the money will roll in on you so thick and fast that you'll think it's an avalanche! Here, take these claim notices and go stake yourself a couple of million do-llars!" Kessler stepped into the near tent for nails and belt-ax- , and went out the slope to join the others. It was ten-thirt- y when the four men got back, with the claims all sway from Dynamite Bay and might have been hovering around Kessler hill to see what was going on. "Probably," he answered care-lessly, "it's some prospectors who ran short of meat and are looking up a caribou yard." On a high ridge four miles down country he stopped and glanced back across his route, searching It sharply for distant moving objects. More and more he was convinced that the trail back yonder had been made by the Chiwaughimls. He was not in the slightest worried about their jumping the Kessler hill claims: Corporal Northup had se-cretly been told about the lode, and any attempt at claim jumping would only land Lupe and his men in the police jail. But there was a danger that they had seen Patricia and himself leave the hill, and were following, and would try to bump him off. As the afternoon wore along, the wind got stronger, the cloud scum began spitting snow, the tempera-ture kept rising steadily till it stood at 30 below. Craig pushed along at a good clip, to make sure of reaching Higginson's place before dusk. Once there, Patricia and he would be entirely safe, for the old prospector had two other men stay-ing with him that winter. They hit Resurrection a mile above Indian creek, swung out upon its level hard snow, and hurried down stream. At Higginson's cabin, In a drogue of pines on the south bank, Craig knocked twice but got no answer. He stepped inside. Nobody was about From long experience with prospector cabins he looked on the back of the door for a note. It was there, pinned to the boards by a skinning knife; a note aimed at anybody who might happen past and use the place overnight "Hep yurself to ennythlng. Ed got his hand all tore up by a mer-cury cap, an Zeke and me are takeing him in fer Tarlton to ticks him up. The caribou Jerky is up in that rafter box, and don't fergit to split new kindling wud before you go." ' IrEB X Continued -1-1- f want to show you this, e said, "till we had lo-"- V ode. This wireless Is languard mines, at Win-cy'v- e got money, and kiare-dealin- g concern. I letter a month ago, and answer." glanced at the message. Iate ore body and it flash us word stop ms quite reasonable mx send represen- - jy PLANE TO EXAMINE iDEAL WITH YOU tfternoon that day, while s working in her office, tee roar of an airplane. window she watched It ier the rocky Islet level flie snow plain 500 yards 1 in to the landwash. ton's ship. Warren had jed to run across and see tless he had picked up Jt Fort Smith, and she'd il from home in weeks I But she was afraid to A Warren personally. His I the city country looked Ominous against Craig. ed into the big smoke-- i where Sam Honeywell "Come In," Patricia bade, think-ln- g Sam had brought her Christmas presents across from the office. It was Warren who opened the door and came in. He said "hello" to her, nodded to Craig. From the table she was setting, a table for two, his eyes went to the disarrayed blankets on the cot; and a color surged violently into his cheeks. Craig came quietly to Patricia's denfense: "Patricia lent me her cabin today. Mine was a wreck. Did you wish to see her or me?" "You," Warren said coldly. "I've got a little communication for you, Tarlton. Would you mind stepping across to the Den?" "Glad to." Craig agreed. "Pa-tricia, excuse us." The door closed behind them. It was almost an hour before Craig returned. When he stepped Inside the cabin Patricia saw at a glance that Warren's "communica-tion" had hit him hard. She flew to him. "Craig! What did he say to you? What's he done?" "It could have been worse, I guess," Craig said steadily. "It's a pretty bad blow, coming just now; but we mustn't let it upset us or swerve us. Warren has got out an Injunction against you and me, Somewhat dismayed, Craig hand-ed the note to Patricia. "They've gone in to the Bayl To see mel I guess we'll have to drop on down to Hark Dawson's." Patricia glanced at the scrawl, looked up at him. "Why do we have to, Craig? It's so far to Daw-son's, I'm tired, it's almost night now, and the wind is blowing so bad. Why can't we stay here?" Craig shook his head. If the news should get out that he and Patricia had spent a night at a lonely cabin, people would talk. And then the Chiwaughimis. He could not forget those snowshoe tracks in that drogue of spruce. "Please, Craig please let's stay," Patricia urged. "I'm glad that Higginson and those other two aren't herel We can have the eve-ning all to ourselves." She pleaded unashamed, "If I if we if you and I could have just this evening alone, I think I could go back, then, and face that injunction." Tender and understanding, Craig took her into his arms and kissed her wind-col- d cheek. All she was asking was an evening together, a few innocent hours, with the rest of the world shut out; and he was be-grudging her those hours. "All right, we stay here tonight, sweet" When he had lit the candle and got a fire going, he took the water bucket and started down to the riv-er to the hole which Higginson kept open in the ice. Out of sight of the cabin, he set the bucket beside the path, hurried up the trail to the first bend, crouched down in a juniper clump, and waited, searching the frozen Resurrection and the dark woods on either bank. If the Chiwaughimis had followed him and he had some-how failed to see them, they would be coming along, whipping down the river. In the thickening gloom he lay in the juniper thicket as long as he dared without alarming Patricia by his absence. He saw nothing what-ever. The river and woods were silent, empty. ig seven-u- p wun messier. he bade, "go over to Mr. ce and see if he has any k, won't you?" very few minutes Sam fringing her a large pack-f- s and also a number of id Christmas presents, iorting out the letters of I Patricia slit them open :. rpin. The first one she r mother's. It was filled t affection, an unspoken r daughter to come home f from her sister Frances Confidential and informa- -' is awfully mad at you, and I never mention to him at all . . . From !'s written me, Craig an extremely nice man, : fve to know him. But I d to hear this about his ied. And I hated to hear i fesn't wish ever to make ihimself. Of course, he ider this, for your sake e, Sis, don't do anything ut thinking it over care-lett- er !' Patricia had put the last, like a dose of ficine was from her fa-fc- e pencil note on a memo Jwo lines jarred her more e other letters together. I nonsense out of you. j home, while you've still e of face, Patricia laid I upon her desk without J the rest of her mail or fig the presents. Her sing-Jes- s over the Kessler gold f all ebbed away as she lave of homesickness had I her; she was furious at jrous gossip being peddled I her and Craig; and she Jened by her father's blunt I 'se troubles were not the tey were trifles in com-ji'- h the anguishing dilem-jtare- d her in the face h she had realized that lrld and her world were other any more, or talk to each oth-er, or associate in any way." "We can't talk to each other?" Patricia gasped. "Or see each oth-er?" "That's what the Injunction says, Treeshia. Warren used Rosalie as a tool Rosalie is back in Vancou-ver, as you said. She's broke. Worse than broke. She's thousands in debt. She squandered most of the million and a half that I gave her; and the depression swept away the rest She thinks I've got money, or can make money, and she's out to get it I thought I'd paid her off in full, but the law apparently doesn't think so." "But the law can't forbid you and me to see each other I " Patricia cried. "That's preposterous 1" "The law can do anything, Tree-shia. This injunction sounds pre-posterous, but from a legal view-point it's perfectly valid. The sub-stance of the court order is that your influence and your association with me are depriving Rosalie of her established rights. The actual writ is on its way here now, for Corporal Northup to serve and en-force. Rosalie herself is coming to Dynamite Bay. Warren persuaded her she should come, to establish the legal fact that I refuse to live with her." CHAPTER XI Alone at camp, on the southwest shoulder of Kessler hill, Patricia was sitting tight against a little fire, writing out claim notices and watching the men at work, on north along the slope. With a big graphite pencil she was laboriously printing the claim no-tices on 6 by 8 sheets of tin. She had already printed nineteen, and was on the twentieth, her last one., With extra care she wrote out the legend; NO. 1 TRIUMPH PHILLIP KESSLER LICENSE NO. 317 A M MARCH 20 Patricia Hated the Thought of Returning Home. staked and the notices tacked up. In spite of the cold, Patricia had managed to boil tea, thaw out some caribou jerky and get a makeshift meal ready. "Poleon," Craig instructed, while they were eating, "you take Sam and Phil and hit straight southwest for the Bay. You can make it there in 24 hours. Patricia and I are going to head south for Resur-rection. We'll spend the night with Dave Higginson and then come on In. The river'll be easier going for Patricia than across country." As Patricia looked up and met Craig's eyes, she realized that he was making this arrangement be-cause of her because he saw how desperately she wanted to spin out the little freedom that remained to this roundabout Feeling a bit foolish over his ex-cessive caution, he rose up finally and hurried back to the cabin. They had eaten supper. Craig had unrolled Patricia's sleeping poke on the bunk, and spread his own on the floor beside the stove. Patricia had crept into hers, tired from the long day and the 16 wilderness miles that she and Craig had covered. But she had not gone to sleep. This evening was too precious. She and Craig could talk, as long as they wanted, with no prying eyes to see or question; and at the end of their evening she would go to sleep know-ing that Craig was in the same room with her and that she would be awakened in the morning by his kiss as at God's lake. (TO BE CONTINUED) Madison, Smallest President James Madison was a little man. He is classed as the smallest of those who have filled the presiden-tial office. His height was about 5 feet 4 inches. He was small framed, pale, and thoughtful-faced- . Aaron Burr nicknamed him "great little Madison", a sobriquet often applied to him in after years. Of his dress, it was usually simple. When he appeared in the senate to take the oath of office as President at his first inauguration he wore a suit manufactured from wool raised in this country presented to him by Colonel Humphrey and Chancellor Livingston. t uimerea. Her iamily nd of the highest social fig hadn't a dollar and ld have. In spite of the N made more than a mil-j- e company with his "radi--I tion, her father hated him I and Craig, on his part, fer father, the company, I circle and everything in fe. with an uncompromis- - Jre was she, caught be-- f two worlds, torn two II no escape. shut down, at six that Iatricia kept watching for her cabin. Craig had f mat day because his own I w disordered and so pun-- 1 chemicals. fw o'clock she raw a can-f- a knew Craig was awake. yer. a little later; found jd and getting ready to f supper with me, Craig," J Into her eyes, ngTreesh.a."he asked, nothing, Craig," she P" she turned away, to the Lt .the cupboard, in order ms sharp glance. Her mat afternoon seemed s'ya to him and to their e could see within her and hky and afraid she was. j1 1 think she was so fine a f3 locked at the door. A thousand yards out along the hill Craig and Kessler were building the southwest post of this "Tri-umph" claim. They had planted a six-fo- length of jackpine in the thin snow, and vere heaping a mound of stones around the base of it. Fifteen hundred feet beyond them Poleon and Sam were erect-ing the northwest corner post of Triumph. Except for finishing those last two corners on Triumph and nailing the metal notices on all twenty posts, the Kessler hill job was done. In a couple of hours her party would break camp, with nothing remaining but to record the claims at the government land office. Patricia hated the thought of re-turning home. That dreaded injunc-tion had probably reached the Bay by now; and when Corporal Northup read the document to Craig and her, it would mean an abrupt end to ill association between them. That was why she had suddenly decided to come along on this trip-- so that she and Craig might have a few days together before the law said to them, "You shall not" The rank injustice of that court order filled her with a raging help-less fury. How could the law be so monstrously unjust as to give a spendthrift and adulterous woman a club over Craig? After squander-ln- g the fortune which Craig handed her and breaking her promise to get a divorce, Rosalie was now coming to Dynamite Bay, backed up by the U1C1I& fcSA trail to the Bay, he and she would have two whole days with each oth-er. It would be their first real trip together, and their last. While the men were striking the tents, Craig put his pack and hers on a little hand-tobogga- and gave some final orders to Poleon. Leaving camp, he and she started down the long southern slope of the hill and headed for Resurrection river, 15 miles to the south. In an hour they came to the first stance of trees, a drogue of black spruce in a sheltered valley. In-side the timber, where the gales were broken, the snow was soft; and they had to put on their rac-quets. Halfway through the drogue they ran ccross a trail that stopped Craig short, a trail made by several men wearing snowshoes and walking in single file. One glance told him that the party were not Indians. Their racquets were not Tinneh bear-paw- s but ordi-nary trading-stor- e egg-tail- Suspicious, he scrutinized the trail closely. It had been made yesterday or the day before, and there were six men in the party, netting sank well large men-th- eir into the snow. That was all he could glean. "Who d'you suppose they were, Craig'" Patricia asked. Craig suspected that this trail might have been made by the six Chiwaughimis. The half - breeds his party might have shadowed At ! i C V s , s tt . , V ;V c : f v .,.. f,. ... ' sWN, .v .w, Ifl City Under j ; a City, Jv- -? fcnfriii lifting iifSttJkMitiiiM.rf1ftntr.lliM Railroads Barrow Under New York City. Travelers Rarely Realize Whirlwind of Activity in Pennsylvania Station rfnrd by Na!onl GfoirronMc Society, WMhington. D. C WNU Servic. ALTHOUGH it celebrated Mts twenty-fift-h anniver-sary in 1935, the Pennsyl-vania station in New York still is the largest in the world. Walk around It and you have tramped half a mile, with no more sight of train or track than you would encoun-ter about the Vatican or the Louvre. The station really is an eight-acr- e platform, with a mammoth super-structure, bridging the Manhattan mouths of two tunnels. Some trains run through these tunnels for seven miles, from New Jersey to Long Island, under the Hudson and East rivers, pausing beneath the station, but never emerging Into the day-light or night glow of New York city. When you reserve a ticket by telephone you call one of the busi-est telephone numbers In New York city. In addition to outside lines, 130 branch ticket offices 'in Manhat-tan, Brooklyn and Newark are con-nected with the central reservation bureau by private wires. In a spacious gallery from IS to 20 clerks sit before a series of aper-tures like old-tim- e village post-offic- e boxes, except that these cases are mounted to move along a track from clerk to clerk. In the boxes are piled the reser-vation cards, the kind the Pullman conductor always is fingering just before the train leaves; in each pigeonhole are marked-u- p cards for 60 days ahead. Lights Govern Conversation. Before each clerk is a series of ten red lights and ten green lights. The green lights denote a ticket office call; the red lights an outside call direct from a passenger. A green light-flashe- s. "Lower ten, K7, 3 p. m. Chicago. Today. Ticket 7,492. Right" Northbound trains pass the most complex traffic corner In the world, for above the train tunnel, at Her-ald square, in the order named, are the Sixth avenue subway, the Hudson-M-anhattan tubes, the street-leve- l bus lines and the Sixth avenue elevated. Imagine an airplane over-head, and it would be perfectly feasible for six vehicles to pass that intersection at one time. In very different tone and tempo Is the next response to a red light, an individual who must have expla-nation of price, type of accommoda-tion, daylight time in summer, and a "thank you." No switchboard operator inter-venes in the 10,000 or sometimes many more calls that come in daily. An automatic selector, worked out with the New York Telephone com-pany engineers, routes these calls from ten lines out of the selector room to ten "positions" at the "card tables" In the reservation bureau. If one operator is busy, the "se-lector" shunts the call to another, lighting the red or green signal to denote its origin. In an average 24 hours 63 clerks are employed in shifts to make some 8,000 reser-vations for berths, chairs, compart-ments or drawing rooms. What They Leave on Trains. Perhaps the high light of "human interest" in the station is the lost and found storeroom. There are stored and ticketed some several hundred different items. The articles recently included a basket of spectacles, skis, two cats, a bootblack's outfit, books in six languages, a pair of crutches, three sets of false teeth, a restive terrier, dozens of umbrellas, tennis racquets, more than twoscore wom-en's coats, piles of gloves, a fresh sirloin steak (sad harbinger of do-mestic recrimination) and $20,000 worth of bonds about to be returned by special messenger. In subterranean corridors, far below the station tracks, may be piled hundreds of pigeon crates. As many as 3,200 crates of homers have been shipped in a month, as far as a thousand miles, to be re-leased by baggagemasters for races back to home lofts. Other strange shipments come through the station for baggage or express cars baby alligators, pedi-greed chicks, honeybees, game, thousands of crates of "mail order eggs" and bullion cargoes accom-panied by 25 or 30 armed men. Saturday nights from 75 to 80 Half Million Tickets a Month. It takes a staff of 76 men to sell tickets at Pennsylvania station. In a normal month they sold 553,204 tickets for $1,595,280.60. The months of Easter, Christmas and Labor day raise that volume by a third or more. Printed tickets ready for sale, 150,000,000 of them, are stored in a room where they are guarded like notes In the United States treasury. Some of these tinted, water-marked slips are worth a hundred dollars and more when stamped. Beside each seller's grilled win-dow is a rack from which he flicks out tickets with familiar noncha-lance. These racks are mounted on wheels and have folding fronts and locks. Each seller has his own rack and key. When he goes off duty, he rolls his rack back of the line, locks it and deposits the key in the cashier's safe. The tickets are charged out to him and he must return the unsold quota and the money for those he sold. Selling Tickets Is Final Step. The station cashier's office is like a bank. You may have noticed that when you pay for meals on a dining car you always receive crisp, new bills in change. The cashier must have on hand these "fresh" bills for stewards. Some $3,000 in "ones" are enough five days of the week, but on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays he must have a stock of $7,000 or $8,000 in ones alone. Selling tickets, however, is only the final step in a. series of events. "When does the next train leave for Topcka, Kan.?" "What connec-tions do I make for Chicago?" "What is the fare?" Only a small fraction of such questions are asked in person at trucks race with their loads of Sun-day papers to catch the baggage cars attached to the "paper trains." One newspaper's early Sunday edi-tion goes to press at 9: 10 p. m, and is loaded on a train leaving at 0:50. If the driver" gets held up by a single traffic light the stationmaster must bold the train. Handling the Mail. Some 150 carloads of mail are handled in and out of this station ev-ery day. If the sacks were piled and hauled along platforms passen-gers would not have space to board trains. They are dropped through trap doors beside mail cars where conveyer belts carry them to huge separating tables. ' There men assort the bags as they pour in and pitch them into chutes for other belts that run be-neath the street to the city post office adjoining, or to belts that connect with outgoing trains. Around special tracks, to which passengers are not admitted, where : mail cars await loading, are spy galleries from which postal inspec-tors, unseen by the workers, may watch the operation. Nearly 150,000 sacks of mail a day, about 1,500 trunks and other checked baggage, 2,200 pieces of . hand baggage checked in parcel rooms and a thousand more pieces in parcel lockers, from 20,000 to 30,000 pieces of parcel post these are some of the operations that must not obtrude upon passenger comfort the conspicuous information booths. Normally 20 clerks are on duty at a time answering some 700 tele-phone calls an hour. The peak of this year's inquiries exceeded 1,100 In one hour before Labor day. Forty-fou- r clerks work in shifts to dispense information. If you watch the smooth operation of the soundproof telephone room not once will you see a clerk con-sult a .timetable. They are too cumbersome and tell too little. Foolish Questions Come Often. Instead, the information chief works with card-inde- x experts to compile all information about sched-ules of all railroad, airplane, and bus lines and all fares on visible card files. One file gives name of all Im-portant golf clubs on Long Island and the nearest sailroad station to each club. It takes poise, tact resourceful-ness, to answer some questions. As examples: "Do I have a berth all to myself or do I have to share it?" "What hotels in Washington have swimming pools?" "My husband left last night on the B. and O. Where is he going?" "Have you any hay fever fares to New Hampshire?" These 'Phones ARE Busy. "What time do I get a train to go to Mr. Abram Walker's funeral at Toms Ferry?" "Should I dress and undress In my berth or In the men's room?" SoiSf1llfli Too Late Little Percival I'm sorry that I forgot to invite you to my picnlo party tomorrow. Won't you come? Little Heyton No, I've already prayed for a violent thunderstorm tomorrow. ne Said It Fisherman Mike Yes, Tom, it was a trout of enormous size. I tell you I never saw such a fish I Skeptical Tom I believe you, Mike. A boy, says Uncle Joe, is a noise with dirt on it. ( Convict (very politely to prison warder) "Would you oblige ma by dropping your keys down my back? I think my nose Is going to bleed" Pearson's Weekly. |