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They carried Napayo's battered m up among the spruces, and rethey ouneu - r-- feall boulders io proieti e wolverines and the loxes. jsjieei-L jsjieei-L Heather said a prayer for the ti of the untutored boy who had Ln them his trust and devotion, f "The next few days," Alan aniseed an-iseed when the four gathered for e Aii nf war. "we snend m Iching, somewhere back in the CruCe, the gold and all our food and grit lor the trip home. We re be-g be-g watched. Some night they may j to surprise us, but we'll keep e dogs on light leashes they can jreak, in a circle around the camp, ley can't get by the dogs." fjohn McCord ran his fingers trough his thick yellow hair as his fece pictured the perplexity and ir.azement under which he labored, i i can't realize it! McQueen get-Srg get-Srg past the Naskapi and follow-feg follow-feg us clear through to this gorge. How did he know we turned up this river?" ' ' You're wasting your time, Joan," said Alan. "The fact is, he jot by the Indians. He knows where we are and he's out to wipe us out md take our gold." K' Well, let's do a little hunting, Srselves. When the snow packs for sledding we'll go looking for Mr. McQueen." , R"And leave Heather?" ' :" 1 -."No, take her with us. She'd be later that way." . . i Alan looked at the girl's coura-Jfous coura-Jfous eyes, sad from brooding over Sspayo's tragic fate. She met his nace and, as he argued, her face tne triumphantly. J'Above all things, John," Alan fcd, still holding her gaze, "Heath-i "Heath-i must be protected. Above all tegs! I'd throw this gold into the nver now-to save her all this fear Hd anxiety. I'm telling you this tow, I'd throw the gold at McQueen b nave Heather safe at Fort worge." i;Sne buried her face in her hands, M on knees, as her father re-fled: re-fled: , ' K You don't mean to say that you, a Cameron, are losing heart m we've got a fortune in our ads. Don't suppose I don't know "t Heather's gone through-that la not thinking of her. But we've by! We've got our gold and going back with it!" Put a reply Alan rose, ed and announced, "Noel s the first watch tonight I'll w through to daylight" J three weeks while the ice J amp never relaxed their vigi- ; u1jlmei were nm- scrub with the team drawing fire wood. It was two o'clock but the dusk was fast gathering in the valley. val-ley. Before Heather's double tent, wind-breaked with a brush barrier filled in with snow, and heated with the portable folding stove, Alan and the girl stood talking. Framed in the wolf-hair rim of the hood of her caribou parka, her cheeks flushed by the exercise in the stinging air and her violet eyes brilliant with health, she drew Alan Cameron as a magnet mag-net draws steel. Never since that walk on the barren, when he had told her what she had come to mean to him, had Heather allowed Alan to talk to her alone, until this day when they had gone back on the frozen tundra for ptarmigan. And through the two hours that their shoes etched their webbed trail on the snow, she had refused to listen when he started to talk of what lay deep in his heart So he had given it up and now stood looking down into her anxious eyes. "I haven't told you, Alan, that I've had another terrible dream," she said. "I can't throw it off. It haunts me!" "There's nothing in dreams, Heather." "But this one was so vivid. Poor Napayo came to warn me. He talked in his native tongue and I couldn't understand him. But he pointed to t t the Hl fish cache for the 1-On.o. T " near w camp, if come. the ab- Ito;: would find lit- ir , w uesiroy. Daily the b r a5 tte wenl out for TJh tharien the hus-t hus-t lur uie lone trail Fh was im "T"'?' wnere an I tracks in ,"'US!,lule. to search iuuna none. "me and "Nothing is going to happen to us, Heather! Nothing!" his wounds, and his face oh, I can't forget his poor battered face, just as you found him, Alan. There was such agony in it! He tried so hard to make me understand." Deeply moved, the girl stood, her eyes starry with tears, as she talked there in the bitter air to the man who loved her. With a rush of tenderness ten-derness that swept him off his feet, he took her, unresisting, into his arms. "You must not think of it the dream!" he murmured, trembling. "Nothing is going to happen to us, Heather! Nothing! I love you! I love you!" He kissed her cheek, her mouth. Sobbing she clung to him, madly returning his kisses. Then, as if waking from a dream, she broke from his arms. "Oh, what am I doing? What am I doing?" she cried. "You're only trying to forget her! You're lonely and trying to forget her!" "I've long since forgotten her. I've loved you, Heather, for months! Won't you believe me? Won't you?" They heard the voices of the men returning with the dogs. "I love you," he said, huskily. "Some day you'll believe me! Some day you'll know!" es. member more into ana the oJed rLerXCePt Where toe srJ rllUally' McCord and Alan ainartv ..I ,uusnea the Mc- " "a.laken their rifles. of dried and Na- vh h7. e hand of Nas- Mat Noel k- is, iar P the river ht b8 back the k m bOH fr,. . r of th k- 11 " snow. n&emPn aVy load the "'aue a Wide rens toward & swing i'.rir. n:,;Trea t0 vel ..r. ui one night, ere to re- Two days later, when the early November dusk hung in the spruce forest of the terraces below the Moaning Gorge, the dog team pulling pull-ing the sled load of frozen meat angled down off the tundra, and fol lowed the ice-hard trail through the scrub to the camp. The absence of two days had seemed long to Alan, companioned by the memory of Heather's kisses and her circling arms. As they approached the tents from the rear, the dogs broke into a ! trot and Alan called, "Hello there!" There was no response. No flicker flick-er of light from the supper fire in front of the men's tent stabbed the murk of the circling spruce. "They must have been hunting back on the barren and are late reaching camp," suggested Alan. As the team neared the tents, Noel's No-el's black brows knotted.. His apprehensive ap-prehensive eyes wandered back and forth, striving to pierce the gloom. Suddenly the dogs became disturbed, dis-turbed, sniffing the air and whining. "By gar, somet'ing happen here!" whispered the Indian. "Eet look ver" strange!" Tortured by fear of what ghastly discovery the dusk-filled camp concealed, con-cealed, Alan approached the tents. Again he called: "John! Heather! Heath-er! Are you there?" The sound of stertorous breathing and a muffied moan answered from the dusk-shrouded tents. "God! Did you hear that? Somethings Some-things happened! Heather! Heather!" Heath-er!" he cried. "Where are you!" They reached the camp and stood staring around them in the gloom. "Heather!" cried the agonized Cameron, groping in her tent to find her personal belongings strewn upon the spruce boughs of the floor. He rushed outside to join Noel kneel-ing kneel-ing beside the body of John McCord in the men's tent. "John! John! What have they done to you?" cried the shocked Cameron, throwing off the skin robe that covered the still shape breathing breath-ing heavily on the bough floor. "Light a candle, Noel, quick!" he ordered as he searched with trembling trem-bling fingers for wounds, while his tortured heart was calling: "Heather! "Heath-er! What have they done to you?" Noel held the candle while Cameron Cam-eron pushed back McCord's hood. Across the giant's mop of yellow hair ran the blood-caked sear ot a grazing bullet but a large cali-bered cali-bered slug had entered his back. "Shot in the lungs with a 45! That's McQueen, Noel, not the Naskapi. Nas-kapi. They would have looted the camp taken the tents! McQueen's got Heather, Noel! They've got Heather!" Alan sobbed. "Dey got her!" sighed the Indian. "But we get her soon, nevaire fear!" "He crawled In here to die when they left," said Alan. "How long ago did this happen?" "Eet might be las' sleep, but eet look lak dis morning to me." They cleaned and dressed the wounds in McCord's head and back, and carried him into Heather's tent where they started a fire in the folding stove. But they knew that John McCord would never again see his daughter. While the life ebbed slowly from the man who had toiled so long only to find a grave on the shore of the River of Skulls, they made their plans for pursuit Shortly there was a moon and Noel went out and found the trail of a toboggan sled leading to the river, riv-er, with the prints of snowshoes. They were not the bear-paw prints of the Naskapi but the longer webs of the Cree shoe worn on the East Coast There was no doubt. At last McQueen Mc-Queen had struck! Gradually the wound sapped the enormous strength and vitality of the man who lay unconscious. Toward To-ward dawn he opened his eyes and seemed to recognize Alan who knelt beside him. '"Heather, John! Was she hurt?" Alan asked. The dying man's lips framed the word "No!" "It was McQueen, John?" After a period of labored breath' ing came the gasped words: "Mfr Queen got Heather!" Then a grimace of pain knotted the bearded white face. Shortly Mc Cord again opened his lips and es' saved to speak. Alan bent closer as he held the limp hand of his friend. 'Shot me but I got two!" Alan heard faintly. "Heather she loves you Alan! Poor Heather!" "I love Heather, John! Do you hear me? I love her!" For an instant McCord's strength returned. Again in his eyes flashed the blue of the washed bergs as his fingers closed on Alan's. "Hunt them! Hunt them!" he gasped hoarsely. "They've got my girl my girl! Hunt them gold-Heather gold-Heather yours!" "We'll hunt them, John! We'll get her! I promise you we'll get her!" The bitter dawn streaked the lead-hewed lead-hewed east when, numb with shock, Alan left his friend, groped out of the tent and, like a man in a dream, prepared to take McQueen's trail. When it grew light it became evident, evi-dent, from the newly broken trail in the spruce and the empty gold cache that for some reason McCord had brought the eight bags of gold from the secret cache and McQueen bad found them at the camp. But to the food caches the snow lay unmarked. un-marked. There the boys took the team and loaded the sled. McQueen had got all Alan held dear, but he had not found the food that would keep the great Ungavas strong as, day after day, they followed his sled-trail up the Koksoak. The gold that McQueen carried would be a dead weight on his dogs and Alan smiled grimly smiled as he realized real-ized that that 160 pounds of gold would only the sooner bring Heather Heath-er back to him nearer, day by day, as the Ungavas traveled like wolves, eating up the white miles on McQueen's Mc-Queen's trail. In the scrub they found the does howling dismally beside the body of a haK-breed, Boyette, shot with the ambushed McCord's automatic. Everywhere Ev-erywhere the snow was trampled down where the mortally wounded giant had fought for Heather and his gold. Then, back in the spruce, the dogs found a Montagnais shot through the body with a 45. "Dat ees wan we see on de Talking Talk-ing Rivierel John do good job on, heem." "Shot in the back and weak as he must have been," said Alan, proudly, "he fought it out to the last! They must have left him for dead." "Now we've got three, maybe four men ahead of us, with Heather, NoeL They won't dare to try for Chimo with the gold. They'll head up the Koksoak." Before they covered the body of John McCord with a cairn of boulders boul-ders heavy enough to cheat the wolverines, wol-verines, standing beside the dead man in his hooded parka, Alan said: "Your hand, Noel!" Noel reached across the body of their friend and took Alan's hand. With their left hands they held the hafts of their knives against their foreheads in consummation of the ancient oath of the Montagnais as, followed by Noel, Alan solemnly recited: "We, Alan Cameron and Noel Le-loup, Le-loup, blood brothers, swear that we will follow McQueen until we meet him face to face and make him pay. Sleep well, John McCord and Napayo! Na-payo! Your friends will not forget! " They placed the body of John McCord Mc-Cord beside that of Napayo and covered cov-ered it with the stones, for the ground was frozen tod hard to admit ad-mit of digging. The personal belongings be-longings that Heather had been forced to leave behind, together with her tent, they added to the sled already al-ready loaded with food and outfit, lashed down the skin wrapper, and started the impatient Ungavas on their '400-mile race up the frozen Koksoak. As they reached the river riv-er ice, Alan stopped and faced the graves on the terrace above them. Raising his mittened hand in farewell, fare-well, he called: "Good-by, John! We'll get her! Rough and Noel and I'll get her, John! Good-by, partner!" It was 400 up-hill miles to the cache at the headwaters, and. tempted as Alan was to risk starvation starva-tion and follow McQueen night and day with a light sled until he over' took him, it would have been sheer madness in a gameless country. For Heather's sake as well as their own, it was necessary to carry sufficient food for men and dogs to reach the high plateau. Gradually, the powerful power-ful Ungavas, well fed, would wear down the fleeing team ahead with its light load. For it was evident from McQueen's trail that together with the gold, he was not carrying enough food to reach the head of the river where he probably had a cache. (TO BE COHTINUED) Temperament and Magnetism Keynote to Success on Stage, According to Expert To succeed on the stage, one must j have temperament There is a distinction dis-tinction between this and intelli gence, says Daniel Frohman in i.n-core. i.n-core. To illustrate: The great Rachel in her youth had to have the subtleties of some of her leading roles explained ex-plained to her by her stage manager. man-ager. But when they were made apparent she illustrated every nook and cranny of the part she was impersonating with her tremendous, luminous dramatic nature. Temperament is like electricity. Perhaps it is the same. We can teU what it is like, what its manifestations manifes-tations are, yet we cannot clearly define it Perhaps it is nearer akin to the subtle quality called genius than is intelligence. It seems to be the faculty of knowing things without learning them. Crudely speaking, it is the power to grasp, to sympathize, to respond, the quality that enables one to inornate in-ornate the outline or sketch of the author's fancy, to reach out into ether as it were, and draw therefrom there-from 'a definite human beir.g of flesh and blood, of emotions and pas- T HERE'S been a bit of knif e-throwing going on in loilywood, and it's been none too good for the nerves of the spectators who are scheduled to act as targets. Paulette Goddard is trying her hand at t, in preparation for her role in Cecil B. DeMiUe's "North West Mounted Police." She is scheduled to play "Louvette," whom Mr. DeMille described as "a combination of Circe, Desdemona, Carmen and black panther." She always gets her man, and knife-throwing is part of her menace. So she's been practicing around the studio. "It's hard work," she complained the other day. "I'm afraid I'll knock off a finger or chop off a toe before I'm through." Probably my toe," gloomily prophesied Bob Hope, who's working work-ing with her ln "The Ghost Break ers." And over at Warner Brothers' Steve Clemento is also hurling knives. In a corner of the set for Torrid Zone." An expert he sions. It manifests itself in what is called personal magnetism. charm that makes the audience feeL An ignorant woman may possess it in a marked degree, while to well-bred, highly educated girl it may be wholly foreign. In every social set or village may be found at least one man or woman dis tinctly gifted with magnetism. It may be the quality of being lov able. At any rate, it will be found frequently that such a one is leader. First Incandescent Light The first electric incandescent lamp of practical value was invented invent-ed on October 21, 1879, by Thomas Alva Edison. After 13 months of ex perimenting, says the Philadelphia Inquirer, he discovered the carbon' ized cotton filaments and produced a lamo to burn 40 hours. The first demonstration was held on Decern ber 20, 1879. Patent papers on this invention were granted to him Jan uary 27, 1880. First public demon stration was held December 31 1879, and the Pennsylvania railroad ran srecial trains for it to Mfdc Park, N. J. X; ' 1 V- '5 1 .JL. BETTE DAVIS easily flips a knife into a wall 15 paces away. James Cagney and Pat O Brlen, stopping to watch him, noticed that there were two chalk marks on the wall, less than six inches apart, and that the knife went whistling neatly between them. 'What do those marks mean?" asked O'Brien. , , "Those," answered Clemento, "represent your head and Mr. Cag- ney's. xney u De inai ciose wjein er when I throw a knife between them for the picture." mm (Wl j VFI928-B rows of braid trim every possible edge of both the frock and the bon net.. Simple as it is, the pattern includes a step-by-step new chart as well as complete directions. Gingham, seersucker, percale and chambray all come in colors which are particularly nice for tots' play togs like this. Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1928-B Is designed for sizes 2, 3, 4, 3, and 6 years. Size 3 requires 3 yards of 35-inch material without nap for the ensemble; 5'4 yards ricrac braid. Send order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery San Francisco Calit, Enclose IS cents in coins tor Pattern No............ Slit.. ........ Nam Address Making Amends Was Bit Out of Papcrluingcr s Line USING this MOSJUIV one clever pattern you can make a pretty complete play wardrobe for your young hopeful. It includes a scrap of a sun-suit, a sweet little frock, and a nice, scoopy, eye-shading eye-shading bonnet, and every one of the three trifles takes practically no time to make. They're all just as comfortable to play in as they are cute to look at. The sun-suit consists of straps and gathers in the back, and is perfectly straight in the front. The yoke of the frock Is extended into wings of kimono sleeves, and Whitley was having some decorating dec-orating done, Including the re-papering re-papering of the dining-room and the bath-room. His wife was away, so he left the men on the job when he went to business. When he returned they were Just finishing. But there had been some mistake. The dining-room paper was ln the bath-room, while the dining-room showed an elegant design in green tiles and purple water-lilies. "What are you going to do about it?" demanded the householder. "I dunno," said the paperhang-er, paperhang-er, scratching his head. "I'd willingly will-ingly move the bath but it's a plumber's job." Bette Davis owns her own home at last. She's been in Hollywooa for nine years, and lived in a dit ferent home each year she's never owned a house, a ranch or even vacant lot But before beginning All This and Heaven Too" she bought what the salesman called An American farm house"; she says it reminds her of her childhood home in New England. It's just five minutes from the studio. It's also just a little too near the Los Angeles river, which overflowed its banks a few years ago, washing away several homes in the vicinity. . Martha Scott and William Ilolden, two of the . stars in Sol Leaser's Our Town," consumed 32 straw berry ice cream sodas during the making of the love scenes for the picture, and at the moment wouldn't care if they never saw another one. But Frank Craven, who finished 10 cans of tobacco in his pipe during his scenes, just went out and bought more for his personal use. There's an entire Hollywood novel in a press announcement that was sent out a while ago, before Linda Darnell started east "Miss Darnell will be accompanied to New York by her mother, Mrs. Margaret Darnell," Dar-nell," It stated, "but her father, who is a clerk in the Dallas post office, will remain on the Job back ln Texas." Apparently even the fame of his very beautiful daughter doesn't dazzle Mr. Darnell. Priscilla and Rosemary Lane received re-ceived a substantial offer to become platinum blondes and turned it down! A representative of more than 5,000 hairdressers made It; he said that a scheme is being promoted pro-moted to revive the platinum blonde craze introduced by the late Jean Harlow, and that several other stars are being approached with the same offer. It Includes a royalty ln addition to the fiat advance sum. Recently the students of Blue Ridge college, New Windsor, Md., selected Albert Dekker as the "Perfect "Per-fect Profile of 1940." Dekker won a narrow victory over Nelson Eddy; the girls selected him because bis was the profile that impressed them most when they inspected the photographs photo-graphs of the contestants, which included every male star in Hollywood. Holly-wood. What they didn't know was the man they chose as appears in his current picture, "Dr. Cyclops." with his head shaved and bis nose obscured by a pair of glasses. Lowly Maggot an Aid To Flower l?rcclcrs USE of the loathsome maggot ln the development of more lovely flowers for the gardeners of the world constitutes . a little- known chase of the science of flower breeding. Often In his work the flower breeder obtains outstanding, single-plant specimens which give promise of becoming sensational, new flower creations, urns re markable plant individual must be protected from contamination (cross-pollination) by neighbor flowers. So the breeder encloses it, as it grows, in a muslin cage If the plant is to mature prop erly and produce seed, however, its flowers must be pollinated, but only with the pollen grains of that Dlant itself. Scientists call this "selflng." Pollination by hand of all the caged plants on a flower breeding plot would be long, tedious work so Gordon Morrison, Ferry-Morse Seed Station hybridist, enlists the aid of the maggot. It is the mag got of the objectionable blowfly moreover. Blowfly maggots in the pupae stage are placed in the flower cage, subsequently matur ing into flies. The insects are ex tremely active and they fly from flower to flower on the caged plant, doing an excellent job spreading pollen from one blos som to another. The plant then proceeds to produce its prized crop of seed. Thus the long-despised maggots do their part to help make the world more beautiful. Even so. let's hope flower breeders find way to put them out of existence after they have done their pol lination chore. Actions the Criterion A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends: and that the most lib eral professions of good-will very far from being the surest marks of it. George Washington, t U Lady lady HOUSECLEANING time. Better O-Cedar itl All your furniture, til your woodwork ind" floors can nave again tnnt lumen son ana lustrous look thtf mid t bavt. 0OJar theml Watch the winter film of dirt havil Watch the clean wood (use or linoleum) take on the lusinm loft and ulktn took you loved a year, ttn years, ago. Ask. tor gtnuinr. O.feaar MOPS, WAX, DUSTERS, CLEANERS ANO O-CEDAR FLY AND MOTH SPRAY Hasty Judgment Haste in giving judgment criminal. rubilius Syrus, is to; Febby's Seeps produce flowers and vegetables like those shown In actual color photographs on the packets. Boy the convenient way from your dealer's display. FERRY'S l?ate( SEEDS The SHE'S not a Ph.D. or aa LL.D. Shs hasn't a diploma or a cap and gown. Her research is not done in the laboratory or tha library. As a matter of fact, her bndinga ars mad-, usually, in tha stieat car, in tha subway, ia the suburban commuter's train. She reads the advertisements in this paper with car and consideration. considera-tion. They form her research data By means of them she makes her purchases so that aha wall deserve the title oi "Research Professor ot Economy." She discovers item alter item, aa tha years roll on, combining combin-ing high quality with low. It ia clear to you at once thai you . . . and all who make and keep a home . . . have the same opportunity. With the help oi newspaper advertising you, too, can graduate from the school of indiscriminate buying into the faculty of fastidious purchases! |