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Show f"E BUM ETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH r."ton, rich but " secre- - nt becomes Mi wife. 1 Uo "il to Harrourt. The murder. When ".tf, brother, runs ' . "".'ton invite. Suddenly It .Thitrandedonalonely with the seep. the wolves Ij Id (itttkt itory. Sixvii I isured Janicet than itajtaj herewith With those great gaps toard!, the shack In- - zone might 1 1 safety Ai we came up the M log by the side of t will last till dawn It here. It's not far. eyei glaring from 0131 ep between the shack with you." you want to help, do burned like twin eyes l:. .nnt.ctroflkpri face. Pasca clutched his arm. Pointed. Bruce Harcourt looked down at Chester lying on the cot in the cabin which had been built for Janice. Stephen Mallory bending over the unconscious man was real, so was the smell of antiseptics in the air. The coast missionary gave a final touch to the bandaged arm and straightened. "He'll be atiff for days, but noth-ing more serious unless inflamma-tion sets in. , Better get to bed, Har-court, you look all in." "All in! You don't know the half. I've had hair-raisin- g adventures and him mad. The overturned launch! Janice hurt Janice suffering. Jan-ice on some lonely shore with Pax-to- "You fly up play tag with stars, yes sirree." Pasca's guttural voice came through the e in warning. "Gettin day quick. Look see. We fin' dem now." "Watch the shore for signs of a fire, Pasca." Below, the white yacht steamed slowly, like a fabled bird floating on the breast of the water. Still searching. From a volcano-to-p In BIS 5uut"ow-"- - tut have been a gruer-ackin- g experience for ad for years lived sof with sympathet-ic. rhatever you say, Ned. iome fires burning." ituff. See those two e trees that look like eads hoisted on pe-- o Is under those. I lea we came up the on to the revolver but shot Watch out. If s of light between me yell like a maniac but re you go I want to at I said about your earned anything. To-- e earned my unwaver-i- d friendship." Think I'll be satis-t?- " ds dragged Into inter-iute- s as she waited, enei The rain had howl rose from beyond art in her mouth she stealthy movement, ifting. The beasts had ;1 Suppose she yelled, ould that be to him? re would keep them Wood was what she i she pull a board from No. She might bring ibbly thing down and the ruins. The door! Within her welled a sical impulse. She e bullet-riddle- d thing rusty hinge. Dragging, is, she dropped it on flamed brightly, 'or that. Instinctively p. Were her eyes de-ar were those stars? million lighted win-ftv- e a sense of home Jgh the darkness, sent soaring like a captive ose. All her life light-a- d fascinated hef. II her shoulder. She feet A sob of relief looked into Ned Pax-"ear- y face. 'u get back?" "few the door on the need that log. Crawled Pink light in the bas changed. It's Moke away. They will 1 Meanwhile" he "kiness from his voice Really, "iefB sit 0n lu may feast on that t!- - I'll smoke the last t him tremulously. Wu better than ever seem sc so different." "grim. "Different! ferent since you told everything I want-,r-e 'or that word 'like.' K Jan." (t hand on his. Could n understand? Ice Harcourt." faed spirit of the man nad been engaged J. "He can't have I J can 8ive you. iJH(homes any-- more than a how I've learned JJ weeks. I feel mistakes and strug-tlb71ov- "means El mUtual '"pons!-- I companionship. L Khome" She felt lhaT. ers clenh. "I L, ' reay I didn't K P 6 scorched. h haggard eyes ItkH ve you-- escapes since I came into this north country but nothing equal to the hell of these last hours. Came down twice on the shore. Had to risk it, though I knew if my self-start-went on the blink I was done for. Radio wouldn't work. Compass use-less. Chester half dead, I thought Good Lord! Why am I living over that? It's behind me. If you are sure Jimmy is all right, I'll turn in." "I'll stay with him." Harcourt's tired eyes narrowed as he stepped out upon the board walk. Lights, voices in the dormitories at this time of night! What happened? Moonlight dappled the sparkling wa-ter with silver. What did he miss? Paxton's yacht! Gone! Janice! He flung open the door of the H house. In the fanback chair, shoes on the rug beside her stockinged feet, sat Martha Samp. Her face was deeply lined, her eyes seemed to have been pushed back into her head with a sooty finger. ""Where's Janice? Where's Grant? What's happened?" She patted the hand on her sleeve. "Sakes alive, Mr. Bruce, don't get scared yet." "Scared! What do you mean? Where'! Janice? Has she gone with with are you here to tell me?" Bruce dropped his head on an arm outflung on the mantel. Martha Samp explained quickly: "She's gone with Paxton, if that's what you mean, but not the way you think." "Where is Janice? Where the dev-il is Grant?" "He's gone in the launch huntin' for Kadyama. That sneaky Indi-an is out in his kayak an' Mr. Tubby is sure he knows somethin about the shootin. Paxton took M's. Hale, Mary and Janice out for a sail. They were goin' to get as near that belch-i- n' volcano as they safely could. It when they start-ed. was a beautiful day Along about four a storm came up, sudden. There was a great rum-bli- n' an' then a wave which seemed mountains high swept up. Almost reached this plateau." "Go on! Go on!" "Even then we didn't get anxious about the boat, 'tis such a big one. About two hours ago the radio sta-tion picked up a message from the Captain." f The color went out of her face. Her fingers picked nervously at his sleeve. "Well? Well?" "He said that the yacht was all right an' M's. Hale an' Mary, but that he was cruisln' round to pick up the launch." "The launch! The Modern Mari-ner's launch! Who was in it?" "Janice and Paxton and two na-tive pilots." "That message came two hours ago! Pasca!" The Eskimo swung open the kitcn-e-n door in answer to his shout His beady eyes bulged in their slanted slits. His bronzed face was curl-ousl- y colorless. "Fuel the Sikorsky. Quick! Be ready to take-of- f. "Yes sirree, I hustle." Martha wiped away two big tears. Sniffed. "Sakes alive, I didn t know I could feel so sentimental. Got Mary didn t all worked up 'cause comeback. Now I know she's safe crackin'-up- . Ive fot I'm kinder hot chocolate on the stove at toe Waffle Shop. You can t fly right if don't take care of yourself you You stop there an' have a,cup. I U bottle and pack a All a thermos basket with food. When you find hungry as a bear, Janice, she'll be prob'ly.. Now don't you worry Re-member there', a gate in every gate in every wall. Harcourt repeated the phrase over and over as the amphibian climbed. It tag at bay thoughts which almost the east a column of smoke rose languourously, as though the force within the mountain was too ex-hausted from its orgy to do more than send out a puff of hot breath. "Look! See!" Harcourt leaned over the side to follow Pasca's shaking finger. List-ed at a precarious angle, a launch was piled up on a beach under a cliff. He sent the Sikorsky wing-slippin- g down for a closer view. The launch from the Modern Mari-ner! Each foam-tippe- d wave set the contents awash. Life preservers floated out with the receding tide. Harcourt strained his eyes till they seemed starting from their sockets, flew low over it Not a sign of life. No smoke rising from the woods near. That wrecked boat didn't mean necessarily that Jan had been in it when it struck. Pax-ton might have thought it wise to go ashore before. Paxton! "She's safe! I know she's safe!" Harcourt told himself savagely and climbed Into the air. On toward the mountain. Pasca, who had been leaning over, looking down, clutched his arm. Pointed. Above a clear-ing on the shore hung a blue haze. Wood smoke! No mistaking that He leaned over. Shouted directions to the Eskimo. Could he land on that shore? He must The great winged creature obeyed his lightest touch, came down and settled on the wa-ter with the ease of a mammoth swan. On th edge of the shore Harcourt touched the control which released the landing wheels. It tax-le- d smoothly up the sloping beach. He flung helmet and goggles to the seat before he climbed out Re-volver in hand, he gave a few curt directions to Pasca. "I do w'at you say. Your face white as crater-top- . You fin' 'em pretty quick now. All fine an' dan-d- Yes sirree." Harcourt nodded. His throat ached unbearably. If Janice were under that smoke haze she would have heard the plane. She would have rushed to the shore long be-fore this. Perhaps she was hurt. Horror clutched at his throat, he stumbled into a clearing. Stopped. Caught at a scorched spruce to steady himself. Were those real persons on the threshold of that blackened shack? Their clothes were scorched brown, their faces smooched as stokers'. The girl s head rested against one side of the door frame which leaned like the Tower of Pisa. The man was hud-dled against the other. Were they -B-efore his parched tongue could formulate the word, he had his hand on her shoulder. "Janice! Janice!" Paxton lifted heavy lids. Closed them Mumbled sleepily: "Damn you. SakL Why you wake me?" He tumbled over flat as the girl sprang to her feet She held out her hands. Sobbed. "Bruce! I knew you'd find us. Ee caught her close in one arm. His hand tightened on Mi revolver. "Look up at me, Jan." She leaned her head back against his shoulder. The grime about her was dented with dimples. Slighter shone through tears in her deeD-cloud- eyes. Look at you! You don't have to command. I never was growl that in all my glad to look at anyone We-- " "Thank God! 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HEDY LAMARR started career as William Powell's screen wife with ex-pert advice from Myrna Loy, who's so often been "Mrs. Thin Man." Here's her note. "Dear Hedy: Just remem-ber, when Bill starts emot-ing, you stop breathing but he'll always give you the best side of the camera. If he hasn't bad time for breakfast, keep out of his sight It possible, have the di-rector call you after lunch. On the other hand, working with Bill means you're home In time for dinner. Do learn to tie ties; Bill can't Neither does he like noise on the let He just laughs if you blow your lines, but don't you laugh if he blows his. Good luck from an The March of Time breaks all Us own precedents to bring us first-hand knowledge of India, now that U. S. soldiers are fighting at her very frontiers. Two pictures will be released, "India In Crisis," cov-erin- g the political and social back-ground of the Indian question, pre-sents the viewpoints of the various dissenting groups. The second in-stallment is "India at War." Frederic March is one of the few actors who always knows what he'll be doing six months hence. If he's In Hollywood, he knows he'll be on FREDERIC MARCH Broadway; he does one play a sea-son there. If he's In New York, he knows he'll be in Hollywood, making a picture. A midget clad in a chimpanzee's suit works with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby in "Road to Morocco." Nat-urally, when the comedians recog-nized friends among a group of studio visitors, they turned the "chimpanzee" loose on them. He screeched, grabbed them, ran amok; they fled for their lives, while Hope and Crosby sat back, looking a little too innocent. Herbert Wilcox recently returned from making "They Flew Alone," in London; it's the story of Amy Mollison's life, starring Anna Nea-gl- e and Robert Newton. And what snags he ran into! He wanted New-ton to play James Mollison New-ton was serving on a minesweeper. An appeal to the government got his release. Electric power at the studio was limited. All timber In the sets had to be used over and over. It took seven months to make the picture, but Mr. Wilcox feels that the very difficulties helped to give It an unusual quality of reality. Did you like "Here Comes Mr. Jordan"? Then you ought to like Metro's "Three Guys Named Joe" a tale of three happy-go-luck- y pilots who perish while fighting In the Pa-cific, only to return in a series of post-mort- adventures and "adopt" the crew of another plane, and guide them in battle. Sounds a bit like some of those hilarious "Topper" films. It has been years, and it seems like forever, since first there was talk of making a picture of Rudyard Kipling's "Kim." Metro has owned the screen rights for a good while, and is settling down to work now, with Mickey Rooney to play the ti-tle role, after he finishes "A Yank at Eton." As a boy Joel McCrea used to play around a haunted house on a hill top. Some years ago, when Anne Harding was looking for a hill to build on, he recommended the one on which that house had stood. She built there, later sold the house; now it belongs to Rudy Vallee but he didn't know the site was haunted until told by McCrea, who's work-in- g with him and Claudette Colbert in "The Palm Beach Story." ODDS AND ENDS-R- KO is prepar-ing its own picture of the merchant marine-"- The Navy Comes Through, .tarring Pat O'Brien, Randolph Scott and Jackie Cooper . . . Greer Garson s become e basketball fan- - she bought uniforms for the team 0 the 78lh antu aircraft artillery unit ... Spencer his stand-in- , Jerry Schu-macher, Tracy gave a gold-Jppe- rabbit's foot Schumacher joined the parachute loop,; the rest of the "Tortilla Flf company gave him a huleJatouf-- Jr soH Endings" . . . "Wonder Baby Corey9 is now back at work in I he Lone Wolf in Scotland Yard." WW jrtgaVL ittft, V .y;gim j ni t w Washington, D. C. RRs VS. SHIPS It hasn't made headlines, but a battle royal has been raging be-tween WPB Czar Donald Nelson and Transportation Czar Joe Eastman over the freezing of steel for the construction of railroad cars. With less and less shipping mov-in- g along the coast, and more and more traffic by rail, the question Is one of the most Important facing the country. What happened was that the War Production board froze all construc-tion materials already on hand in railroad construction shops. The was to transfer these materi-als for use in building other types of cars. However, Joe Eastman claims that these materials, chiefly steel, already had been bought and cut out for certain cars, in certain shapes, so the order merely will make the materials go unused, with car shops closing down. Already, Eastman argues, certain plants of Pullman Standard are idle, at a time when all plants should be used to capacity. Meanwhile railroads are groaning with traffic. Sugar is now being hauled by rail as much as possible from Florida to avoid submarines. Oil is clogged up in the producing fields for lack of railroad transpor-tation. And with the sinkings of several Chilean ore ships, more iron ore has to be hauled from In-terior U. S. iron mines. In view of all this, Eastman com-plains bitterly that Nelson won't re-- lease the steel and let tne car foundries do the job. INFLUENCING EUROPEAN LABOR Here is one inside reason why Roosevelt leans toward labor. Basically, the President always has been pro-labo- r, and continues to be, even though he has become fed up with some labor activities In the past year. But In addition, U. S. war strate-gists are convinced that the chief hope of revolution in Europe comes from labor. And most of the psy-chological warfare strategy being devised here is aimed at influencing labor in Germany, Czechoslovakia, Austria and the occupied countries. Although not generally known, the nucleus of the old Social Democrat-ic party which tried to create a real republic in Germany is still intact When Hitler came into power, they moved to Czechoslovakia. After the Sudetenland seizure, they moved to Paris. After the downfall of Paris, they moved to the U. S. A. Fifty Social Democrats from the old Reichstag are now in this coun-try with U. S. officials. Furthermore, it is labor in the European occupied countries which is able to assemble or make radios. German labor listens to the radio far more than other classes. Some labor groups even have published very small "underground" newspa-pers on hand presses and these are distributed by hand. German labor resents the long hours in munitions factories, the small pay and the lack of food, more than any other group. Also labor is about the only group which was not taken over completely by Hitler. The Communists, his chief oppo-nents, now have long been under-ground, but secretly active. To European labor Roosevelt always has been one of the world'! greatest leaders. And one thought In the minds of war strategists Is to show Europe ' that the rights of labor here will not be thrown completely over-board during war. WALLACE'S FAVORITES The men who came to Washington with Henry Wallace in the early days of the New Deal realize now that they picked a winning horse. Almost to a man, they have moved up to important posts in the gov-ernment Claude Wickard was head of the corn-ho- g section in Wallace's AAA. Now he is secretary of agriculture. Milo Perkins was a lowly assistant to Wallace, holding down a desk In the outer office. Today, he runs the Board of Economic Warfare, as im-portant as a cabinet post Paul Appleby was an assistant in the inner office. Now he is under-secretary of agriculture at $10,000 a year. Chester Davis was head of the AAA. Now he is director of the Federal Reserve bank in St. Louis. R. M. ("Spike") Evans was an aide to Wallace; now head of AAA. Sam Bledsoe, Roy Hendrickson, and Whitney Tharin were newsmen covering agriculture. Bledsoe is now an assistant to the secretary. MERRY-GO-ROUN- D Secretary of War Stimson la held in the warmest personal esteem by army commanders. Hard-worki-and open-minde- d he never meddles in military operations and backs op his subordinates 100 per cent. Stim-son is always at bis desk by 8 a. m., and rarely leaves until evening, when he always takes home with him a big bundle of papers that he works over after dinner. Good explanation of "Your Army" and how the draft works, hat been written by George H. Jiler of tbi Bridgeport Post |