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Show 1 ARTHUR STRINGER W JL. ----- -s. r' X f'Tpwrm rJ weUf ! Weol ,r0Und 01 d This ood newi .V.c. 'yer. "pplictlon ov.r.e. JK, HooiM they would r, while. He nd Alan ',, client, who 1 Strleneed. bavins re- , "o !'pedltl0,, 10 , vim the itory. IAPTEB H thifman Frayne after msy Slade asked. , Tibetan Sheep. Kar-ained. Kar-ained. was bis shikari asions. But Karnell , n hp does, appar- "Buyin' diamonds for your girl friend down the Basin?" gut L the brawn. If our Le who supplies the foutnt" L nature-lover shoot-L shoot-L mark when he went eep to winter? It's in fsummer sheep come hen. Every hunter Lir-shift was one of fry about your passen-Lsiness, passen-Lsiness, Lindy, is fly-ijou fly-ijou feel that dreamy-Igist dreamy-Igist is after gold, like fof them, you'll think line when you've seen perenL And before er, you may be sure, : for supplies." go In there to starve?" ade. jtarve," retorted the veil beeled, his pa-order, pa-order, and the Royal okayed his excursion. I lot of equipment." ice went to the win-be win-be bringing over their le terminal any time s?" covered old Jallopy, probably the most northerly taxicab, omitting Alaska, on the continent For Cas-sie, Cas-sie, who had driven an Arctic dog team in her' time, was both stalwart stal-wart of body and resolute of spirit. "Where'U I be droppin' you?" asked Cassie, as they rolled into the town's wooden-fronted main street "At Dillon, the jeweler's," Slade told her. "Buyin diamonds for your girl friend down the Basin?" Slade laughed. "There's no such animal," he said, as he waved her good-by. But he was wondering, at the moment, if Lynn Morlock would be paying her customary visit to St. Gabriel's. She'd be wanting supplies, before heading north. For the North was empty of much that was needed there. His present mission was evidence evi-dence enough of that. It involved, he remembered, a wedding ring for a love-lorn mine-worker at El Dorado, Do-rado, a mine-worker impatient to travel in double-harness with a full-bosomed full-bosomed Swede waitress who answered an-swered to the name of Atlin Olga. about that. It tied up, he recalled, with the hazy story of the Flying Padre's abrupt migration from once-opulent city practice to the outposts out-posts of the Mackenzie Basin. Lawrence Law-rence Morlock, he remembered, had his reasons for hating drunkenness. For as Slade was able to piece the story together, Lynn's father had been one of New York's most successful suc-cessful surgeons. He had flown high and flown fast until the tragic death of his wife brought him up short The enemy he was fighting on a well-fortified front line dropped like a parachutist in his own home. Bewildered Be-wildered and stunned, but refusing to give ground, he had sought relief in over-work and alcohol. But one night when called from a night club for an emergency operation his hand had failed him and his patient a pillar of Wall Street had died on the table. That death, the surgeon always felt was due to his own drunkenness. It rang the curtain down on all his earlier feverish scramble for wealth. He cabled his daughter Lynn, then in Switzerland, Switzer-land, that he was giving up his practice prac-tice and selling his city home. He del tciouj, apparently, for to handle. Before sun-be sun-be stowing it aboard d when they do you'd by and check up on :gged. siy it's to make sure pi you an over-load." toned his flyer's coat :i from McMurray in hi proclaimed. "And ! double-check on that need up at the route pal start tomorrow should for landing. It won't , remember." iby elephants to the announced, "if it's go-lis go-lis outfit on its feet" tiet smile was that of a trump card still in Portant point" he pur-it pur-it you're not the only 1 get to the Front this used for a moment as ve timing to a mes-rtant mes-rtant to be lightly ut-ught ut-ught you'd like to know Morlock's daughter ) with that Red Cross d away and looked at It was taking time, ff information so un- absorbed. "u know that?" Slade Just a trace of a voice. "Wi half-smile was lered, rm Morlock himself, f of a chair In medi-wersity medi-wersity of Manitoba "his wns set on him frontier-life flying. I t he'd' weaken it she For five years now, Slade also remembered, he had been an unattached un-attached shopping agent for the exiles ex-iles along the new frontier. He had taken in Christmas turkeys and radio ra-dio sets, dancing slippers and tobacco, to-bacco, compasses and clock-keys. He had swapped their beaver and muskrat pelts for layettes and cotton-flannel, and exchanged white foxskins for baby food and safety pins. He had matched yarn and learned how to spot service-weight silk stockings and select slips of the right tea-rose tint. He had sleuthed out needed machine parts and bought cough medicine and kidney pills. So the purchase of a wedding ring, and even a wedding ring of the mas-siveness mas-siveness and diameter designated by the impatient groom, seemed merely an incident in the day's work. He laughed a little as he inspected in-spected the big ring in its velvet box. His smile faded as he looked at his watch. His plane, he remembered, remem-bered, was awaiting his attention. He turned and looked about for Cas-sie's Cas-sie's taxi. He was still diffidently searching the dusty street ends when he heard his name called. "Alan!" It quickened his pulse. For he knew that calling voice belonged to Lynn Morlock, even before he caught sight of her between the loungers fringing the shop fronts. She was, he saw, almost running along the none too even sidewalk. Her hair, close-clipped and boy-like, shone mahogany-brown in the sunlight sun-light and she carried her familiar first-aid bag. There was neither alarm nor excitement on her face. But there was resolution in her stride. "Alan, come with me, quick," she called over her shoulder, without slackening her pace. ww harmened?" Alan asked quietly dropped out of his old life and, a year later, reappeared as a relief-worker when a flu epidemic was decimating the northern camps of Canada. His field broadened as he learned the need for medical service along the outer fringes of the New Frontier, and he equipped himself with a plane which was used in many a mercy flight. His daughter Lynn was proving herself a chip of the old block. For when she realized her father was somberly happy in that work and definitely committed to what she accepted as a life of expiation, she quietly went in training as a nurse, equipped herself as a co-worker with the Padre, and Joined him In his silent yet stoic campaign of redemption. re-demption. She had stuck to him with a tender loyalty. "If this is going to be a murder case," he contended, "why not notify noti-fy the police?" "It mustn't be murder," cried Lynn. To the man following her she looked reassuringly fearless in the slanting northern sunlight They must have been waiting for her in the Blue Goose. The door opened, expectantly, even before she reached it. "Where is he?" the girl asked of the pock-marked man in his shirt sleeves. He closed and locked the door before answering. "In here," he said with a side glance of hostility as Slade pushed in after the girl. The sound of a phonograph blaring out dance music In some outer room suddenly came to a stop. A bold-eyed woman, heavily heav-ily rouged, backed away at the peremptory per-emptory hand wave of the proprietor, proprie-tor, who opened a second door and pointed inside, without advancing. His first impression of the room, as he entered, was one of blood. There was blood on the cover of an overturned table, on the floor and on the summer parka worn by a figure VZ Went over-seas. But to his guns. He .ned to the North le ith his boots on. only one thing for a a ould smile a little eJght crept into J goinS l England." "ytag. to Coronation ' tomorrow," Cruger ked up the envelope. Remained preoccu-J preoccu-J the I00k 0f a tired hnii unpectedly 5 under his feet f t outside, when he tJT' seemed 8 Ut" i after MoakntiC between JjP breath and turned J? aout this outfit" fe'ng to keep her dr shut on Cru- Ser the three- McMurray and to Cassie C Voad and Cas-But Cas-But Cassie. he w handle her dust- "Whafs happened?" Alan assea as he swung in beside her. "There's been a fight," she said, between breaths. "There's a man bleeding to death. At least that's the word they sent." "Where is he?" asked Slade. They turned up a side street, where the idlers, both Indian and white, could no longer gape after them. "At the Blue Goose," was Lynn s answer. "It sounds like a severed artery." ... Slade knew enough of frontier-town frontier-town gambling joints and gin mills disguised as dance halls to realize what they might have to face. "That's no place for a girl, he contended. "I've been In worse," was Lynn s quick reply. "And you may have to h6"Whye isn't the Padre attending to this?" he asked as he hurried on beside her. . A shadow crossed the girl s face. You know how Father ' feels about drinking." "But even a drunken man can die," protested Slade. "I'm afraid Father would let him." was the girl's answer to that "He's no longer a doctor, where alcoholics al-coholics are concerned He's washed his hands of then And nothing will ever change him." m.hinff Slade remembered something U1C ow r- half-'ying and half-crouching along a stained wicker couch splashed with red. Slade couldn't tell whether the man in the parka was being held up or held down by an aproned and yellow-faced bartender who sat with one arm about the wounded man and looked up at them with the round eves of a bewildered rabbit as the girl with the bag ran to his side It wasn't until she pushed the aproned man away that Slade recognized the face above the parka. It was the parka that he recognized recog-nized first. He promptly identified it as the garment that had been given to Slim Tumstcad by Air-Commander Rollins-Benson on the occasion of a bush-fire flight in which Slim had proved both his flying ability and his fearlessness. It was Slim Tumstead looking up at him with a one-sided and slightly sardonic smile. .Tm all right" he stubbornly protested. But his voice was thin with weakness. "Let's see." challenged Lynn ith her bag already open. Each dement was quick and decisive S she examined her patient Get water." she commanded, with-Z with-Z turnSg her head, "water that's heen boiled.' TO BE COXTISVED) |