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A n Happiness J" 1 1 tort of wealth in the rtrt IJnd happiness in simple ! i books, birds, flowers A that cost nothing. git lira &CetftdofAdd MNssaawWaete) to nit. JIL? He backache, . . rvav all jXt" MtU j 3837 HOSTELRY Jj fitfully r 'fteaa. I ; ! I 4a 11 ROTPT P Square V ESILJftRECTION WILLIAM BYRON MOWEKY 7 17 . in l " COPYRIGHT'WILLIAM BYRON MOWERY . . . W.U. SERVICE SYNOPSIS Warren Lovett, thirty-three, Junior partner " In the powerful Wellington, Parkes k Lovett, Incorporated Mlnei ot Chicago, which engage In questionable transaction, plana to make secret coup in the Canadian Arctic, where a lew years before a rich but inaccessible mining field ha been discovered on Res-surrectlon Res-surrectlon river. Which Hows into Dynamite Dyna-mite Bay. Patricia, high spirited and beautiful daughter of crusty old Jasper Wellington, who U engaged to Warren, decides to accompany him. They go by plane. Pat meets "Poleon," French-Canadian French-Canadian prospector, who tells her there ara only 300 prospectors in the field and that because of the difficulties, they ara hanging on by a thread. Pat Is disturbed when Warren will not disclose what his secret mission Is. She meets Sam Honeywell, Honey-well, a friend of Poleon's. Moved by the plight of Bill Fornier, a prospector who, though fatally ill, struggles to hold his claim, Pat decides to help him. Informed by Lupe Chiwaughlml, half-breed retain-er retain-er of the company, about Pat's befriending befriend-ing the prospectors. Warren tries to dissuade dis-suade her. He tells her that Craig Tarl-ton, Tarl-ton, with whom aha had once been tn love, 1 now deputy mining inspector for the Resurrection river area. A brilliant geologist, be had resigned in disgust from her father's company because of its devious methods. Later she meets Craig, but he Is cold, inferring that she is merely feigning Interest In the prospectors. pros-pectors. Her compassion for the hapless prospector growing, Pat decides to build a huge community house or Den. When the- Job wart complettsn,- Warrefl-teHs her to abandon it. She refuses after a stormy scene. Craig leaves on a three-month three-month Inspection trip to the north. Pat learns that her father has withdrawn her . allowance..-. Wm. tella. bar ow aha will have to go home. He refuses to advance ad-vance her a loan to aid the prospectors. She moves her tent across the river near the Den. She learns now of Warren's War-ren's plan. He hopes to starve the prospectors pros-pectors out and make them sell their claims for a song. Pat tells the prospectors pros-pectors of Warren's plan. Still attentive at-tentive to Pat, Warren wages a subtle campaign to get the claims. Just before be-fore Christmas, Craig returns suddenly and Pat is overjoyed at his changed attitude. at-titude. He brings her a present ot furs and apologizes for his former suspicions. suspi-cions. Concluding that she cannot ever marry Warren, Pat returns her engagement engage-ment ring. He reveals that Craig Tarl-ton Tarl-ton is already married. Warren Lovett warns Craig to stay away from Pat. saying say-ing he knows about his previous marriage. mar-riage. Craig tells him he will Inform Pat about the misadventure if the occasion oc-casion arises. CHAPTER VH-Continued Patricia's face clouded over at his mention of the Den. "The men like it a lot, I guess," she said listlessly, list-lessly, turning toward him. "But but-" Craig noticed, then, that her eyes had a suspicious redness about them, as though she had been crying. "Something's gone wrong, Tree-shia. Tree-shia. What is it?" "Nothing, except that I I'm sunk I" the quavered. Two big tears gathered In her dark eyes. "Everything "Every-thing has has gone to pot in the last few days. I'm broke, I haven't a penny left, I can't keep the Den running any longer; and these men are cracking wide open. Warren is buying claims right and left, and and I don't see any way to turn or anything to do" She slumped down into her desk chair and buried her face in her arms. "Gracious heavens, girl! Why didn't you tell me about all this?" "I didn't suppose you cared much what was happening," Patricia Pa-tricia sobbed, without looking up. "But I do caret" Craig asserted, bending down, patting her shoulder. Sorry for the black days that she had gone through, he reproached himself lavagely for not helping her sooner. As he bent over her, with his lips so near her hair, a disquietude struck him, and Lovett's warning about bis associating with Patricia in a personal way went Jigging across his mind. Until that instant he simply had not imagined the possibility pos-sibility of such an association. But now he did imagine it, with something some-thing of a shock. It came home to him that he . once had loved Patricia Wellington passionately; that in the God's lake aya-an naa been to him a living pagan poem; that in his thirty-one years he had never loved any other girl. All the bitter things which he had later thought about her and which had made him try to forget God's lake; all his harsh Judgment of her as a worldly creature without with-out ideals or courage she had given giv-en the complete lie to them by her valiant battle for these men. "Treeshla," he said gently, "this is as much my fight now as yours. I'm not returning to the barrens. You've been all alone so far, but now I'm going to take part of the burden off your shoulders." CHAPTER VIII Craig's first step, that same afternoon, after-noon, was to give Patricia his entire en-tire worldly fortune $900 of accrued ac-crued salary to keep the community commu-nity house afloat That evening and all the next day he talked and pleaded with the disheartened dis-heartened prospectors, till he finally checked their rising wave of despair and swung them back Into line. He also wrote to the bureau at Ottawa and resigned. He hated to sacrifice his Job, but thii move would give the men three months of grace, foT it would take that long for his successor to reach the Bay and begin inspecting the claims. With these preliminary steps out of the road, he tackled the, big crucial problem, the necessity of raising a lot of money quickly. The men had to have clothes, outfits, equipment; and to feel the power of money behind them. They had lived on hope till hope was burned out He estimated that he had to raise at least a hundred thousand dollars. dol-lars. Under ordinary circumstances he would have formed a corporation among the owners of the richest claims and sold a portion of the stock to a financial house or operating operat-ing company. But this field was so remote that Investment houses were not interested; and mining companies compa-nies everywhere were reefing their sails instead of putting on more can- A good gold deposit would turn the trick. Gold was at a high premium pre-mium among the metals; and down Ja.the; city countryHJgwdetaiOM which had been closed for years were running full blast, A silver deposit, or copper, or even platinum, plati-num, would not do. It took gold, or possibly radium. But so far or at least so the special government geologists ge-ologists had reported no gold at all had been discovered in the Resurrection Resur-rection field. From a little cardboard box on a shelf Craig picked out seven carefully care-fully labeled hunks of gray-rock, one evening, and laid them on his work table, and sat looking at them while he smoked a thoughtful pipe. "Hmmph!" he muttered, once or twice. "No gold pn Resurrection. Hmmph!" Those seven hunks of rock came from a range of hills, the Wolf Lairs, about 50 miles , northeast of the Bay. Last spring a city rusher called Phil Kessler had gone prospecting pros-pecting through those hills and had brought back a sackful of ore specimens. speci-mens. In that collection mostly ores of yellowish mica, or fool's gold Craig had spotted seven odd-looking1 odd-looking1 fragments of a gray gneiss. Sticking one carelessly under the microscope, he was surprised to find that it contained wire silver. Interested then, he ran an assay. The test brought out not only cobalt co-balt and silver in paying quantities but a heavy gold content $200 to the ton. Kessler had no idea where he had picked up those seven hunks of gray-rock. A greenhorn at prospecting, pros-pecting, he had wandered hither and thither all over that range, knocking knock-ing off samples from any formation that took his eye and dumping them helter-skelter into his bag, without numbering them or keeping any records rec-ords whatever. With a host of duties on his hands, Craig had thought no more about the lost strike till now. He looked thoughtfully at the seven hunks, looked at his original assay sheet and at his careful re-check re-check on it. Gold ore, $200 a ton, with enough cobalt and silver to pay all mining and milling costs that was a prize deposit, a sure money-maker. If he could locate it and if the deposit was not a mere pocket, any operating company would Jump at the chance to buy an option or part interest Sitting up all that night he made a thorough study of the chemical and crystalline structure of those gray gneiss fragments. This structure, he found, was rather distinctive. He did not remember re-member encountering it anywhere else in the Resurrection field. Somewhat encouraged by this pos-sible pos-sible clue,, he-went up to the Land-Office Land-Office storage building; got out a bulky packet of notes and charts which he had made on a survey of the Wolf Lairs two summers previously. pre-viously. A three-day study of these old notes, charts and fragments brought him a surprising discovery. None of his samples showed any traces of gold; but he found that this gray gneiss with (he odd chemical and crystalline structure was rather common in the Wolf Lairs. A sizeable size-able .stratum of it with a green dolomite on top and a brownish granite beneath, ran ...the whale length of the range. Though the gray-rock outcropped nt other places in those hills, he figured that the chances were a dozen to one that the gold deposit occurred somewhere along that principal gneiss strrtum. On that presumption he called Poleon, Kessler, Sam and three j other experienced prospectors Into his cabin one afternoon, told them about Kessler's lost strike, and gave them instructions: "You fellows take two dog teams and whip northeast, la the Wolf Lairs on the Jump. Pick up that gneiss band at the point I've got marked here, follow It through its whole length, take samples every four chains, keep air-tight records of everything, and hurry back with your data. Don't let It take you more than a month at the outside. "While you're doing that I'm going go-ing to make a thorough and accurate ac-curate study of tha material I've got here, so that If we don't locate the lode along this principal band, we'll know where to look next." As soon as the party had left the Bay, he himself settled down to a siege of Intense research with his survey notes, ore fragments, microscope micro-scope and assay outfit Though he hardly ate or slept those days, he did manage to squeeze out a little time each evening eve-ning to spend with Patricia. It was fine to drop down to her cabin for a visit, after long hours of tedious tedi-ous research; and fine to have her come up to his place for a book and then linger for a chat Her mere presence seemed to warm up his cabin and take away its bachelor bache-lor austerity. He happened to notice, once in her cabin, that she was no longer wearing her engagement ring. When he asked her about this and Patricia Pa-tricia told him of her Christmas eve talk with Warren, he experienced experi-enced a queer leap of heart and then a sharp uneasiness. Was God's lake reaching out for him, rising out of the dead past and claiming its own? Was this Arctic trip of hers the accident it appeared, or was destiny overtaking him and Patricia Patri-cia Wellington? "I've got to ten her about Rosalie," Rosa-lie," he decided. "She's got to know about that" One evening, when he left Patricia's Pa-tricia's cabin earlier than usual and went up the dark boUoWf he looked ahead and saw a light In his own cabin. It was not a eandleglow but the yellow shaft of a flash. ;.Slipplhy up . to"hI peered through at the intruder. The pane was frosted so badly that he MM m A 3 0a. M, v a m w . - m ea Patricia Straightened Up With a Jerk. could not recognize the man but merely could see a dim figure leaning lean-ing over the work table, apparently examining the Wolf-Lair charts and diagrams. Craig eased over to the door and waited. Battened against the logs. In a few minutes the door opened, and the intruder stepped into the darkness. Craig reached out and seized him by the shoulder. "I say, friend, don't hurry away." The man whirled, tore loose from Craig's grasp, and bolted down the hollow. Craig lunged after him. At the granite boulder he caught the unknown intruder again and grappled grap-pled with him. The man swung, struck him in the face, struggled to tear free. Craig drew back his srm and drove in a long-swinging blow to his enemy's Jaw. The man toppled backwards, cracked his head against the boulder boul-der as he fell, and sprawled on the snow. Craig bent down, struck a match. "Lupe!" he gasped. "Lupe Chi-waughimi!" Chi-waughimi!" The metis leader was limp and unconscious. A trickle of blood from his nose was dribbling down across his iron.gray temple and staining the snow. Thinking that the fellow might be badly hurt. Craig carried him to the cabin, laid him on the bunk and lit a candle. As he started to examine the half-breed, half-breed, Lupe's eyes flickered open. After a few dazed moments the metis sat up. Craig brought him a wineglass of brandy. "Here, swallow this. Sorry you busted your head against that boulder. Lupe. How d'you feel anything bad wrong?" "I'm aw-riht," Lupe grunted. He got to his feet somewhat groggily. "Why were you sneak thieving here in my cabin?" Craig demand ed. ' Lupe refused to answer. ( "Lovett sent you over here did n't heT to pilfer around in my pa pers and find cut wh:it I'm doing." Lupe merely stared at him, tight- lipped. The glint In the fellow's eyes put-tied put-tied Craig. It was a sinister glint a look of man-to-man hatred. He stepped across to the table to see whether any of his papers had been stolen or destroyed. To his surprise his Wolf-Lair charts had not been touched at all The only thing he missed was a little clip of notes from Patricia hasty little scribbles which she had sent him at times when they were both busy, and which be had carefully treasured, treas-ured, because they were from her. He turned to the half-breed. "Hand over those notes, you." Lup sullenly took them out of his pocket and threw them on the cot. "What the devil did you want with those?" Craig questioned. Lupe refused to say a word. "I ought to have Corporal North-up North-up stick you In the police butter-tub," butter-tub," Craig said. "I'd do it but It strikes me that If anybody ought to be Jailed, It's Lovett You were only doing his dirty work for him. So I'm going to let you go. Clear out and stay clear I Get back across the river and tell Lovett that if he can't fight clean and keep Inside the law, he'll find himself facing fac-ing some of those 'consequences' that he warned me aboutl" CHAPTER IX After a day of hard work, Craig had called past Patricia's cabin around nine o'clock and taken her on a long night walk to a rocky Islet three miles out upon Dynamite bay. In the last fortnight their days had become so crammed, their time so limited, that they had begun taking tak-ing walks at night as a way of lumping lump-ing together their association, their outdoors and their "war talks." Now and then Craig peered through the ghostly half-light toward to-ward Resurrection mouth, trying to glimpse the shadowy Lupe Chiwaughlml Chi-waughlml Twice, while Patricia and he were coming across the bay, he had heard the squeak of a racquet rac-quet beam on the dry snow behind them; and b knew that somewhere among those hummocks yonder the metis leader was - hidden, watching watch-ing Patricia and hlni, ,. , A. It was seWomi-during these -night walks, that he and she talked of any personal matter. Little by little lit-tle the easy friendship of the New Year's period had receded till now it was definitely gone; and in Its stead a tension had grown up between be-tween them, a sharp quivering tension ten-sion that threatened to snap at a word or a glance. Not mortally sure Just how Craig felt toward her, Patricia had kept flouncing from one extreme of belief be-lief to the other. At times she indulged in-dulged In the sweetly anguishing notion no-tion that Craig considered her only a friend and ally. At other times she believed, ecstatically, that his friendship had become quick with passion. In the night silence the long-drawn long-drawn howl of a wolf came floating down from some granite ridge far up Resurrection. Miles distant but clear and vibrant on the frozen air, the cry was packed with all the loneliness and savagery of those Arctic wastes. As it died away it was taken up and echoed by a score of other wolves. Craig broke the long silence, abruptly. "Treeshia, Warren told you that I was married at Vancouver, Vancou-ver, didn't he?" Patricia straightened up with a Jerk. "Y-yes," she managed. And then she suddenly realized that Craig had brought her on this long walk, out to this Islet under the cold stars, for the express purpose ot telling her about his marriage. "Warren seems to attach a lot of importance to that fact" Craig went on. "Well, it is important but not in the way he sees it On the surface there's little to telL Out there on the West Coast I married a girl, Rosalie Lay ton. We lived together for about a year. Then we broke up. I gave her everything every-thing I had, totaling around a million mil-lion and a half; and came north. The marriage has not been formally dissolved. I thought she'd get a divorce, but she apparently hasn't" Patricia winced with Jealousy at his words, "We lived together for about a year," even though his tones said unmistakably that this Rosalie Layton meant nothinc whatsoever what-soever to him now. "I've told you the facts about my marriage; now I'm going to tell you the truth," he said. For a moment he looked thoughtfully out across the frozen bay, "When I went over to tha West Coast six years ago, Treeshia, I was in a cynical and disillusioned mood, I had just taken several stiff Jolts the break-up between be-tween you and me, for one thing-end thing-end I wasn't old enough or steady enough to absorb them. I guess I went pretty thoroughly to pieces in a moral sense. When we don't have any goal or objective, we do go to pieces. (TO BE COSTIM'ED) Vying for Your Favor Sacking of Washington The most publicized action of the British troops which invaded the Capital during the War of 1812 was the burning of the Executive Mansion, Man-sion, which since has been termed the White House. This, however, was only part of the destruction ot,, jtbe, pccupatloo. , .. other : ., ,publi.c. buildings to be destroyed by fire included in-cluded the Capitol, the State and Navy buildings and the Treasury. A number of private homes were set afire and burned down as well The offices of the National Intelligencer, Intelli-gencer, which had particularly aroused the ire of the British troops, also was leveled by flaint. ONE, two, three smart frocks on tha line ready to go shopping, shop-ping, kltchenwards, to the office downtown. And as every woman knows, a well tocked wardrobe needs all three. From Now On. Says the Jaunty model to the left, "I can tell I'm gonna feel well dressed in this little peplum frockr ready iorTsimatmee or dinner in town. "I made my version of sheer .jftwittk-fejabdwc JteririSftboje. weave. It will be my number one attire for a long spell ahead." One Who Knows. Miss Keep-the-Home-Beautiful, in the center, expresses herself: "Even when I do housework I like to look and feel fit. "When I dash out to the store or go across lots to the neighbor's to borrow an egg, I don't bother to change my dress because I have the feeling I'm doing all right as I am. I wouldn't think of a new season coming on without running up a generous supply of crisp, fresh dresses for myself." The Last Word. Miss Third Party goes in for that new kind of glamour in the simple model at the right. Says she: "I feel that Fall is really the season to step out and hob-nob with Fashion and the Joneses. This frock, which is my weakness in plum-colored wool, was as easy to make as it is to wear. "Later on I'm going to have a velvet version with short sleeves these slim lines and elegant shoul ders were just made for this aueen of all fabrics and evi dently I go for things royal." The Patterns. Pattern 1348 is designed in sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 38 bust). Size 14 requires re-quires 4tt yards of 39-inch materi al, plus 1 yards for contrast. Pattern 1304 is designed for sizes 34 to 46. Size 36 requires 3 yards of 35-inch material, plus Vi yard contrasting. 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