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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH SYNOPSIS THE STORY SO FAR: Janice Trent runs away from wedding Ned Paxton, rich, but a (ay blade. By a device, she becomes secretary at a wilderness camp In Alaska. But Bruce Harcourt, newly appointed chief, who has known ber since (irlhood was not aware of It till later. Mrs. Hale, wife of the deposed chief engineer. Is also attracted to Harcourt. Iier husband treats her badly. Hale suffers a stroke or feigns one. The de-parture of the Hales from Alaska Is postponed. Hale Is believed to bave an affair with TaUma, an Indian girt. Her sweetheart, Kadyama, resents it. Hale calls Janice in the absence of Milllcent Hale to take some dictation, a codicil to bis will. MilUcent suggests going with Bruce and his assistant, Tubby Grant, on an airplane visit to the city. Janice Is Invited also. At the last minute, MilU-cent can't go. Janice enjoys the trip and the bustling Alaskan city. When unex-pectedly sbe encounters Paxton, she tells him she Is married to Harcourt. The latter overhears It and insists on a mar-riage that day. Janice becomes Mrs. Har-court Now continue with the story. A man with several days' growth of beard grinned a welcome. J CHAPTER IX The smile Janice loved flashed in Bruce's eyes, his hands tightened on hers. "That makes it unanimous." He raised her hands, dropped them quickly, said lighUy: "What will you do with your hall hour? What do you want most? Beauty parlor?" "No, much as I longed to come to the wilderness I wouldn't have dared had I not been born with a perma-nent wave. I want plants. Dozens of plants. Any color, any kind that the florist thinks might grow In front of the Samp cabin." "Why the Samp cabin? Why not In front of mine?" The question d round and round in Janice's mind as she kept pace with Tubby Grant along the concrete walk. , They stood for a moment looking in at a fur sale. Janice watched the bargaining without a quickening of her pulses, only to stop with an ecstatic "Oht" before the window of a Japanese shop In which was seductively draped a sumptuous mandarin coat of turquoise blue. "Want It?" inquired Grant sympa-thetically. "Want it! I would want a potato sack if it had that divine coloring." "Get it. We have time." "Just like that! You don't real-ize, Tubby, that my total principal is fifty dollars I had left from the .family estate after buying a trous-seau. I had to plunge. One can't marry, a Croesus and go to him with clothes like a beggar-maid's.- " They wercback to the flying field in time. "Why didn't you bring the green-house- Harcourt teased. He drew Grant to one side. Janice heard the murmur of his voice, punctuated by an occasional eager assent from Tubby. "Sure!" "Great Idea!" nounced his marriage. Janice felt her color mount as she met the man's astonished eyes. He pulled himself together with obvious ef-fort. "If you can call any place in this God-awf- country good. As though we hadn't trouble enough fighting flies and mosquitoes, a couple of hunters have been stirring up the bears. Better take some cushions. I'll carry them. This way." Very shortly they emerged into a clearing through which the brook flowed swiftly, singing to itself, now softly, now loudly, as it tumbled and rippled its way to the lake. Part way up the stream a fall, a few feet high, plunged into a sombre, bush-rimme- d pool. The pa-gan beauty of the spot was g. Harcourt arranged the cushions on a comparatively smooth stretch of ground. "Sit here while I get a fire started." In a few moments twigs and small logs crackled cheerily. Johnson, having accumulated a pile of wood, departed. Janice laid a white cloth the Samp sisters had provided, bor-dered it with feathery ferns. She spread out the tempting lunch. Gulls' eggs stuffed with anchovy; sand-wiches so wafer thin you could taste the knife, as the English say. Little balls of minced salmon, coated with tomato jelly. A jar of mayonnaise to accompany them.' Dates stuffed with orange marmalade or marsh-mallow- s. Coffee, hot, pungent. From the distance came the sound of men's voices, the ring of steel on steeL But Janice was worried. Her thoughts raced wildly. She said finally: "I was thinking that it was a pity I hadn't been dropped from the plane before I messed your life up as I have done." Darn her imagination! Hadn't Bruce said that they weren't feeding at this time of day? Just the same Her eyes dilated in terror. Across the brook a great Kodiak crashed through a clump of alders. It stopped. Regarded her, Its head swaying from side to side as though In pain. Two bloody marks on a shoulder were alive with flies. To the girl's excited fancy the creature looked as big as a house. With an Infuriated growl it splashed one great foot into the brook. Coming for her? She kept her eyes on it as she backed cautiously away. She tried to calL Her voice wouldn't come. Nightmare, that was what it was, nightmare. What red eyes! Terrible eyes! An ear-splitti- roar. That ought to bring the men. They were coming. She could hear their yells. Branches crashing. The bear stopped In the middle of the brook. "Jan! Jan!" She tried to answer the anxious call. Her voice cracked. "Don't shoot, Johnson. You might hit her. JanWan!" "Here!" The word was a mere whisper. Nightmare. If she couldn't call she could move, couldn't she, not stand as though she were hypno-tized. With all the force of her will she dragged her fascinated stare from the red eyes, coming nearer and nearer. She ran in the direction of the voices, stepped into a hole filled with water. Fell heav-ily. The shock freed her voice.' Pull-ing herself up she called. She stum-bled over a hummock. Harcourt caught her before she reached the ground. "Jan! Jan! You're not hurt?" She rested against him as she struggled for breath. Laughed shak-ily. "Hurt! No. At last I've I've seen a bear, Bruce." "For the love of Pete! What a He clasped his brown, muscular hands about one knee. "You haven't messed up my life, Jan. Today merely precipitated what had to be done if you are to stay here. When I've been away from headquarters my mind has been half on you, half on my work. When I saw you in the kennel yard it stops my heart now to think of it I swore to my-self that either you would go back to Billy, or you would give me the right to look after you here. I in-tended to fight it out with you to-night. Paxton's appearance merely precipitated the crisis." "I know now that I don't want Ned Paxton." "You think you don't Wait till he appears at the mouth of the inlet in his palatial yacht Meanwhile, get this straight except that you will take up residence in my cabin and be called Mrs. Harcourt, life for you will go on as usuaL You will have your secretarial work to help make time fly. I shall be away days at a time. I shan't bother you." "You wouldn't bother me It you stayed, Bruce." 1 He stood up. He looked immense-ly tall, his face bronzely immobile. "Thanks. I will interview the sec-tion boss, then we'll take-off.- " "I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Don't mind what Johnson said about bears. They are not feeding at this time of day. You are perfectly safe here, I can hear you if you calL Exercise all you can, we have a long flight ahead of us, but don't wander away from the brook." Janice watched till his tail, lean figure was lost in the underbrush. How still the forest was. The fire had died down to blinking red coals and flaky gray ashes. Violet haze hung above it like a brooding spirit A bluejay as large as a New York State crow, which had perched on a swaying branch across the stream, regarded her from beady eyes in a pert tip-tilte- d head. A humming-bird flashed and stabbed into the hearts of pink blossoms on a tall spike. Bees hummed. Long festoons of moss swung like flitting gray wraiths. The shadows were turning to amethyst dusk. She could hear men's voices, the crashing of branches. Squawking protest, the curious bluejay took wing. The martens vanished. She jumped to her feet, her heart .pounding. The sound of snapping branches wasn't coming from the direction in which Bruce had gone. The alders across the stream shook violently. A bear target!" A rifle shot followed Johnson's shout of exultation. Another. Then a crash, splashing water. A yell of triumph. "Eight feet long, if it's a foot, and four feet high at the shoulders. I'll bet it weighs fourteen hundred pounds, Chief." Harcourt bent over the head lying on the pebbles. "How do you ac-count for its being out at this time of day, Johnson?" "Hunters. See the two marks on the shoulder? The bullets didn't kill the old fella and he hid in the bushes. I bet they gave him a pain." He grinned at Janice. "We'll send you the pelt for a wedding present M'arm." "Thank you, Mr. Johnson, I should love it." Johnson watched their take-of- f. As the plane climbed Janice waved to him. The wind flung her arm back across her breast. Could it have been only this morn-ing that she had left the Samp cabin tingling with a desire for adventure, she asked herself, as hours later they came down in the field at head-quarters. Pasca, his bronze face split by gleaming rows of white teeth, charged from the hangar. "We all mighty glad you and Mees get marry. Yes sirree." Harcourt swung Janice to the ground. "Thank you, Pasca. We are mighty glad, too. Has Mr. Grant arrived?" "He come two free hour ago. Much flowers. Much bundle. Mees Samp seesters, they try. They make for beeg party. Yes sirree." . Harcourt smiled at Janice. "I'm afraid that we're in for a celebra-tion." She looked at the grinning, ex-pectant Eskimo. A tucker of amused comprehension in Harcourt' s eyes was reflected in hers as she echoed debonairly: "Afraid! I should hope that there would be a celebration. One one doesn't get married every day." . Harcourt thoughtfully bowed his black tie before the mirror in his room at the H house. Little he had thought as he had shaved in front of the same glass this morning be-fore sun-u- that he would return to it a married man. He spoke to Tong watchfully wait-ing on the threshold. "Together we ought to keep her safe and happy, old fella." The dog responded with a prom-issory lick of his rough red tongue. (TO BE CONTINUED) As Harcourt turned away with a final word he caught his sleeve. "Hold on, ' Bruce', I forgot some-thing." He held his chief by a strap on the sheepie coat. "Of course, get it Look for us at five o'clock." She watched In amazed unbelief as Grant returned to the plant-lade- n tax. The plane had more the look of a sinister-eye- d creature than before, as Janice approached it. "Hop in!" He fastened the straps. "Decided that I would stop on the way back and inspect a gang which is repairing a stretch of track not far from the shore of a beautiful lake. The camp has a good landing- -field. We'll fly over hidden res-ervoirs of oil more extensive than any yet discovered, above gold de-posits richer than the Yukon. They are so far from the railroads and shipping facilities that it would cost more to develop them than they are vorth. It's a grizzly and Kodiak belt. Might see a bear!" His laughing eyes met hers. "No danger at this time of day or I wouldn't take you. "Aren't we to wait for Tubby?" "No. He will charter a small plane which will take him and those million or two plants, direct-ly to headquarters. He has things to do for me." On and on, through a thin cloud, out again. Janice's thoughts were a chaotic jumble of past present and future. What had she done to the life of the man sitting as still as a bronze pilot beside her? What had she done to her own life? Shut the door of it in Ned Paxton's face. She' had that satisfaction. She hadn't been fair to him about the army. Even if influence had boosted him into a captaincy, he had been dec-orated for extraordinary bravery. The wheels lighted like a butter-fly. The plane staggered a little, shuddered a little, stopped. Har-court cut the switch, pushed up his goggles, smiled. "Like it?" Janice released the breath she had been holding during the land-ing. "Love it! It's marvelous! How still the world seems!" A man with several days' growth of beard grinned a welcome. "Glad to see you. Chief. We've been hoping you'd get around." "Janice, this is Johnson, the sec-tion boss here. 1 wanted Mrs. Har-court to see this lake. Know of a good spot beside the stream where we can have luncheon?" So easily and casually he an-- I 1 er or succulent in a pair of these, TCjV fof V31 Outlinei for the two si, large and 1 bear, pig and duck small, of the tiger, ftS,J pattern Z9412. 18 cents. 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It's highly entertain-ing, an excellent, two-re- produc-tion made by experienced produc-ers, directors and actors. Joan Bennett has revived the "quilting bee" on the set of her current Columbia film, "High-ly Irregular"; she's organized 65 elderly ladies into a group to knit and sew for men in the service. The gossip's modern, Hollywood variety! William Lundigan thinks his lucky breaks began when he left Syracuse university in his second year there to take a job in a radio station. An RKO executive whom he Inter-viewed on the air told him he ought to be in pictures; when a New ZKt WILLIAM LUNDIGAN. York friend fixed up a test for Uni-versal, he just had to stand and talk as he did for radio. He made pic-tures for Universal and Warner Bros., then was signed by Metro and had the luck to land in the star-maki- "Andy Hardy" series, as the new boy friend of Andy's sister In "The Courtship of Andy Hardy." m Jean Arthur was in a scene with Ronald Colman and Cary Grant for "Three's a Crowd"; three soldiers who'd been watching rehearsals had just left. Suddenly an overhead "spider" a multiple electric switch box blew out, showering them with sparks. Jean promptly scuttled away. "Where you going?" shouted Director George Stevens. "After those soldiers," she replied, "to put out the bomb!" Lucille Norman, blonde and 19, went east to go west. She left Steele City, Neb., to win a place as radio singer over a Cincinnati sta-tion; while trying out there for the Metropolitan Opera auditions she was spotted by a movie talent scout, and now she's in Hollywood. Johnny Johnston, young singing guitarist of radio fame, was picked by Paramount tor a role with Ellen Drew in "Priorities of 1942"; it's a musical film with the activities of aircraft plant workers for its story background. Recently before "Henry Aldrich" went on the air a petition was cir-culated asking the right to smoke backstage. Just before the broad-cast it was slipped into "Mr. script for safekeeping, and he very nearly read it over the mike. Note for baseball fans: The Brooklyn Dedgers didn't want that picture about them to be called "Them Lovely Bums," so remem-ber that it will be offered to the public as "It Happened in Flatbush" unless somebody thinks up a better title. Just before the war department forbade the use of rubber latex Paramount got under the. wire, so you'll see a three-fo- ot latex balloon as a prop for Martha O'Driscoll's bubble dancer scene in "My Heart Belongs to Daddy." Al Pearce of the air waves is in-terested in adding Marie Blake to his radio gang. She's Jeanette Mac-Donal-sister, and you probably saw her somewhere in the "Dr. Kil-dar- e" series of pictures she played the telephone operator. ODUS AND ENDS Bill Stem, ra-di-o iporlt announcer, will be teen in the Lou Gehrig film, "The Pride of the Yankees" . . . A fruit dealer who knowt and admiret Edward G. Robin-to- n tpetit the "Big Town" ttar't name out In fruit on his stand . A Royal Air Force officer lent Franchot Tone the uniform Tone wears in Columbia's "Highly Irregular" . . . Rosalind Rut-tel- l, who'll star in "My Sister Eileen," is singing for the boys on her tour of army camps in the Southwest, and they love it . . . Jack Benny has signed a new two-yea- r contract, which will car-ry him into his tenth year with the tamo sponsor. As We Tliink Life is beautiful tc whomsoever will think beautiful thoughts. There are no common people but they who think commonly and without imagination or beauty. Such are dull enough. Kirkham. |