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Show l THE BULLETIN. BINfiHAM. UTAH 1 Vanihed Men 11 By GEORGE MARSH fefCa ft 1 INSTALLMENT FIFTEEN 4j STORY SO FAS: Bound for tb ytftmau (old country, (Is men lost jfvei on the Nottaway river. Red E carrett FinUy, brother of on Wilt, nd Blaise, ball-bree- fulde, Notuway poilnf at turveyors ifl at. 3L to investigate. Murder If suspected. It U thought that Isadore, rich fur man, hat made a (old strike and aimi to keep prospector! out On the way to the Hudson's Bay post they visit Isadore in nil palatial borne, meet bit wife and i ji ji a 4 Lite, Isadore't stepdaughter. Answering an appeal from Llse, Flnlay it am-bushed. It develops that they are Mount-ed Police officers. When Chief Wablstan trlet to help the disguised Mountiet, be It deserted by his tribe. iv tv rv rv f Something so unusual that it called for action. It might involve their lives. Blaise Brassard determined to in-vestigate. Retracing his steps he" shouldered the Peterboro hidden near the camp and made his way through the scrub to the mud beach. Then with his rifle across a knee he paddled to the island and found the tracks of the airedale on a narrow beach. Caching the canoe in the brush Blaise started to follow the dog's trail into the heart of the timber. He had traveled less than a hun-dred yards from the shore when he suddenly squatted while his nar-rowed eyes roved the thick forest growth about him. Lifting his head his nostrils caught a pungent odor in the air. Then his gaze fell to the birch shoots in front of him. Reaching, Blaise drew the shoots toward him and sniffed at the green, scalloped edged leaves which glis-tened as if smeared with oil. "Beaver castor!" he muttered. "I bin smellin' dis all de way from de shore. Dat w'at make Flame swim to dis islan' beaver castor." "Beaver castor!" he repeated, rubbing his square chin, his swart face wrinkled in thought. "No bea-ver on dis islan'!" Slowly the slits of eyes widened as a solution of the mystery began to crystallize in Blaise's active brain. He moved on through the undergrowth and, short-ly, found more birch shoots with leaves smeared with the pungent E- - Blaise had given the In-:ft-details of the trip to Mata-U7abist-said in Montagnals: are brave men but foolish to (back. Some night they will ou and you will die in your What can three do against my?" :en Kinebik sets up his medi-ant in the round of the moon," r raid, "we shall be there to you and j. When the thun-fun-in the skies and the plane I from the north we shall still to see." interpreted to the listening have heard of the flying iEre i comes from the North said the old man. I have heard. Why does it in the 'Moon when the after the Moult' will Isa-(la- Montagnais at the post. i great secret, the coming of anoe of the skies." jat do you think It brings?" sided Finlay. in can I tell? When it comes ilsadore and Tete-Blanc- go jin a canoe." w many men come in this ce we hid on the island and led. One man comes and, in J sleeps, one man goes away I s puzzled eyes met Finlay's. Ill, the only way we'll solve nystery will be to board her she shows up," said Garry. tB CHAPTER XV p "vas soon evident that the big more than sixty miles "in p, with its deep bays and count-island- s, was being searched the mouth of the Waswanipi to the Quiet Water for the men inenaced Isadore's future, jnost daily as they lay hidden in illows and alders of some is-j-point of shore the man on sweeping the lake with his fjlars would pick up a canoe r.g for signs of the camp of the (Isadore and Tete-Blanc- had i should never see August. Dar-- b longer to remain within reach js post, with the chance of hear-Jro- m Lise, Finlay had left a under the quartz rock on the h and moved up the lake, the time they returned from nedicine making, if they did n, Blondell would be at Isa-s- . Brooding over the situa-o- f the desperate girl Finlay ; his nails deep into his cal-- d hands. But he was helpless, e day in early August they were ?ed in a maze of islands at the :h of a deep bay. Garry and Reckless with wrath and grief for his friend Brassard rose and walked boldly from cover into the patches of moss and Labrador tea. Halfway across the open space he found what he had dreaded. Under the heavy drop-lo- g of a dead-fal- l lay Flame's limp body. Lured by the irresistible scent of the beaver castor the gallant aire-dale had followed its trail directly to the dead-fal- l. With a groan Blaise dropped to his knees beside the dog he had loved from puppyhood. "Flame!" he muttered "W'y you do dis, Flame? You poor chien! Blaise, he navare forget you. He navare " Brassard was lifting the drop-lo- g of the dead-fal- l, easing the dog'i body, when he suddenly caught his breath. "By gar! Dat dog is warm, yet!" His swiftly groping fingers sought the dog's breast ribs and ex-plored his neck and spine. "Dat log not break his neck or back!" he gasped in his joy. "And his heart- -it beat! He still live! De drop-lo- g crack him on de head, by gar, and knock him out! "Blaise's ear pressed against the shaggy ribs. "For sure! For sure, Flame! Dat old heart, she go good!" Brassard's fingers touched the dog's skull. "Dere it is! Right on de head! Big lump dere! It hit you on head, not de back or neck, and de t'ick moss save you, by gar!" Because the builders of the trap of logs had been careless in remov-ing the thick carpet of moss on which it stood, the dog's neck and back had not been crushed by the release of the drop-lo- g when he reached the bait of moose meat smeared with beaver castor. Instead he had taken a glancing blow on the skull which had knocked him out. Reaching, Blaise took the inertbody of his friend into his arms and laid it on a soft bed of moss. Then the overjoyed man rubbed and kneaded the circulation back into the iron frame. At length the dog's legs twitched and his blood-sh- eyes met those of the man for an instant of recognition. The stub of a tail lifted and felL Shortly the airedale strug-gled to get to his feet, but sank back on the moss where Blaise's hand restrained him. "Quiet, now! Take your time, boy! By gar, it is good to see you alive! Bad crack you take on de head. Blaise stay wid you right here ontil you not so dizzy, eh?" After a space Flame again insisted on getting to his feet. Blaise watched the dog slowly regain his equilibri-um, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the mists from his brain. At last Flame's strength began to return, for he no longer reeled as he walked about Brassard whose rov-ing eyes covered the edges of the clearing. When Flame began to show Blaise Brassard determined to investigate. were asleep in a siana oi young e with Flame beside them Blaise kept watch on the day they always slept, for they if their camp was located any k would come on a black night it would be easy to approach ater. r hours through the long after-Blaise'- s binoculars had cov-th- e lake beyond the islands but nicked up no tell-tal- e flash of a ing paddle. At last he mut-I- , "I go back and see w'at dat Red doin'. He got too moch i, already." awling back from the thick t scrub Blaise found his friends ing peacefully under their secloth canopy. But the dog missing. y gar, dat dog chew dat leash ;o somewhere and navare make jnd. Now why he do dat? He lart chien, dat Flame. He smell Dar somet'ing for sure." use reached for his Lee-Enflel- d 1) stood against a tree, glanced e .45 he carried in a belt hol-an- d left his two sleeping ds. Circling the camp he man-t- o pick up the dog's trail, lose nd find it again. At last he out on a mud beach. Over unmistakable tracks of Flame traight to the water. Two hun-yard- s away lay another island ily timbered with scrub spruce, and poplar. icealed inside the shore brush e stopped to consider the situa-"Da- t dog swim straight to dat i," he ruminated. "De air it ; from dere to hereand he somet'ing, for sure."' airedale had followed no game the water for the . beach was irked except by Flame's feet, thing had led him to chew avv-hi- thong and investigate, iut warning the sleeping men ?refore, reasoned Blaise, the ;ould not have been excited or ;ht them in danger. If he had it the wind of Montagnais on other island he would have d the sleeping men at once, for liredale could wind an Indian naif mile. W what was the dog doing over all this time to keep so quiet? ; problem was too deep for e to solve offhand. And he was ed. Something strange bad ened. oil, from the glands of the beaver, widely used by Indians as a game lure at trap-set- s and carrying an irresistible appeal to the furred and shaggy owners of fang and claw. "Dey are here, on dis islan'!" he murmured. "Dey use dis castor to draw de dog ovair here and kill him. Den dey come tonight. He navare get dere wind, w'en he come, becuz dey smear de beaver castor on dcmself. All poor Flame smell is de beaver." Blaise Brassard was doing some hard thinking. Lured by the scent scattered over the low sprouts Flame was already somewhere in the center of the island and proba-bly dead. He would not give him up until he went in there and had a look. Silently following the trail of bea-ver castor smeared at intervals on low bush, like a fox stalking wood mice, Blaise worked through the timber into the heart of the island. At length the timber began to thin out and Blaise reached the edge of a natural clearing. What had be-come of the dog? Hidden in a clump of seedling spruce which command-ed a view of the opening Blaise wait-ed. Where were the Montagnais who had enticed the dog to his doom? Blaise had waited for some min-utes in his "hide" when he chanced to glance at the sky and notice an eagle circling high above the break in the timber. "W'at dat fallar see, down here?" Blaise muttered. "He got his eye on somet'ing. Is it de dog?" Wings spread, the eagle drifted down in wide spirals while the man in the spruce watched, his heart sore with knowledge of what the bird's movements meant. So it was "a'voir" to poor Flame! The eagle was making his last circle prepara-tory to landing in the spagnum, when, with a thin whistle of fear, be wheeled in the air and flapped away over the spruce tops. "Ah-hah!- " The cocked Lee-Enfiel-covered the center of the clearing. "Somet'ing scare dat eagle from landin' out dere! W'at was it?" Convinced that Flame lay stiff in death out there in that spagnum moss, crushed in a trap or dead-fall, Blaise started to circle the clearing. Shortly, as he crawled, he came upon the unmistakable trail of the dog leading into the moss, and moccasin tracks in soft soil lead-ing away from it interest in the smeared bait of the trap and his nostrils quivered as they caught the seductive aroma Blaise felt that the dog could make the trip back to the canoe. He picked up his rifle and, followed by Flame, left the clearing. As they entered the thick timber there was a warning rumble from Flame. He leaped past the sur-prised Brassard, fell, recovered and roared his airedale challenge as two bodies catapulted into Blaise's back hurling him headlong to the ground. As he fell and instinctively rolled from the weight of the men on his back the halfbreed tore the .45 from its holster. A hand gripping a knife drove past his neck and buried its blade in the leaves. Blaise caught the Indian's wrist and with a wrench had the writhing body beneath him. Clubbing the .45 he bludgeoned the Montagnais into unconsciousness. Leaping to his feet he saw the in-jured airedale drive at the second Indian's legs, dodge a knife thrust as the Indian backed away, then leap again as the Montagnais reached for the rifle which had slipped from Brassard's hands when he was struck from the rear. Indian and airedale rolled over and over .in the brush, the dog slash-ing with his long fangs as the other tried to use his knife. With a leap Blaise reached them and the clubbed .45 struck again. Holding the mad-dened dog off the stunned Indian Blaise swiftly bound his hands and feet with strips of his shirt, and re-peated the operation on his compan-ion lying unconscious a few yards away. A quick examination proved that the raging Flame had escaped with a surface cut. Picking up his rifle Blaise and the dog started for the canoe. "You t'ink I am crazee not to shoot dose fallar, Flame?" the man said to the dog at his side. "If I shoot dat old .45 we have free-fou- r, mebbe on our heel before we reach de cano'. Dere are plenty Montagnais across de islan' wait-i- n' for night. You and Blaise now go wake up Red and Garry and start up de lake, tout suite, w'en dark comes." Crossing the strait with the dog Blaise carried the canoe to the camp and waked his sleeping friends. "Wal, you fallar sleep pretty hard w'ile Flame and me make a little troubl' for ourself." (TO BE COSTISVZD) Kathleen Norris Says: Service Is a Cure for Loneliness (Ben Syndicate WNW Service.) ' i A restless, discontented, morbid girl, who was consigned to on institution for the mentally afflicted, offered to help in the kitchen there. She discovered the was a born cook. Later she opened a tearoom, and now has three thriving TPUitirnnt. By KATHLEEN NORRIS are certain girls THERE the golden years between 16 and 25 are one long purgatory. Because of influences that began, perhaps in their baby-hood, they are out of every-thing. For no perceptible reason boys don't like them; dresses don't look right on them; parties at home are dismal failures or not at-tempted at all;, and to the de-licious other affairs they aren't asked. All the other girls chatter about ski-suit- s, dances, house parties, football games and football suppers, but not our girl. She smiles brightly, makes what gallant pretense she may, and creeps home early. A very little of this sort of discour-agement goes a long way. It takes superhuman strength of character to'bpttle your way onward despite unpopularity and loneliness. It is not a girl's fault if she has not the home background, the frocks and opportunities that make for social success; but she suffers just the same. In my files I have the story of a restless, discontented, morbid girl who finally was consigned to an in-stitution for the mentally afflicted. This girl presently was asked to help in the kitchen of the asylum, washed dishes in the company of another girl and a boy, found friends at last, discovered that she was a born cook, was given a chance to try living outside again and opened a tearoom. Now she has three thriving restaurants, a nice-husba- nd and a small boy. This is a true story. The Story of Nita. Such a case is that of Nita, whose mother writes me from a big mid-wester- n city. Nita has a brother seven years younger than herself; her father is a traveling salesman for floor coverings. Up to 1931 all went well with the Blacks. "Ten years ago, when Nita was about 14," writes the mother, "ev-erything collapsed. For months we really did not know what we were going to live on; my husband lost his job and his health at the same time. He has never recovered from the effects of a heavy attack of flu in that awful winter and will al-ways be partially deaf. "Ward was too young to know or care what was going on, but Nita, sensitive and proud, just at an age to want to stand well with her school crowd, suffered intensely. Up to that time she had been a gay little thing, but now she underwent a spiritual as well as physical change, and grew thin and moody. We put her into a public school, which she hated, and added to all the humili-ation and distress of that time was Nita's acute unhappiness. Forced to Accept Aid. "For some years we had to ac-cept the help of a relative cordially disliked by us all, but eventually she died, and with what she left my husband could start again. But even now we are not solidly on our feet, for Ward is determined to be-come a doctor like my father, and we have to contribute part of his expenses for at least 10 more years. Vita finished high school, had one ear in State college, and now for ;ix years has been trying to find or.genial work. HELP OTHERS FIRST If you begin by helping others, you may not have to worry about your mvn trou-bles, especially if they are the kind o) troubles that come from loneliness and a feeling of having been "left out of it." Some young girls, Kathleen Norris points out, just never have the fun they should have, and expected to have, in their 'teens. They go on into the twenties believing that they will always miss the things they want so much friends, a husband, a home and the wonderful knowledge of being loved. Instead of making themselves even more unhap-py by thinking of nothing but their unhappiness, they should try first to make others happy. "She is brilliant at writing or verse making and had real success in a character part in an amateur play. "About a year ago the dull routine of her life began to affect her seri-ously. I saw it, but was helpless to do anything. We live in a crowd-ed flat, hundreds of others exactly like it pressing about us, the ugly realities of 'shabby gentility' on all sides. Nita comes home worn out at night, listens for awhile to the radio, reads a thriller. "It is no life for a girl of 24, and she knows it. She has become melancholy, tearful, silent. I sent her to her clergyman, who did help, but only for a while; now I have had a neurologist take the case. He says there is nothing tangibly wrong, but that she needs interests, amusements, distractions. I cou'd have told him as much. "Meanwhile a wonderful friend has offered me a chance to give Nita a change by supplying her with $1,200 a year for three years. The sum is already deposited, to be paid monthly, and although Nita for some weeks showed an almost re-sentful apathy, on the subject, of late she has been suggesting a few possibilities. "Can you suggest a course that may pull her out of the depression that the unfortunate events of her girlhood made almost inevitable, and help me to feel that my little girl must not pay all her life for her parents' unsuccess?" A Cowardly Attitude. Isn't that a sad letter? Sad, beau-tifully expressed, and cowardly. Isn't it a pity that the woman smart enough to write that letter wasn't smart enough to realize that hard times are the very nursing-groun- d of character, and that fun has nothing to do with money? Isn't it too bad that this concerned and loving mother couldn't make en adventure of change and financial reverses, and instead of letting her narrow ideals of what was the correct thing to have and do destroy her daugh-ter, building them into advantages instead? However, there is an out for Nita, and she's young enough to take it. She doesn't even need that $1,200 a year. The answer is work or rath-er, work's wonderful twin service. 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