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Show THE TIMES-NEW- NEPIII. UTAH S. plIlllllllKp For Bathing or Swimming; Hats for Midsummer Wear BIG MU SKEG lliiri By VICTOR ROUSSEAU ITEWAKI KlDo COM FA TIT per cent of grade and four degrees of WHEN curve. NATURE FROWNS. Actually and unconsciously he was seeking to Interpret the natural cor vulslon which had, In time Imrneasur ably remote, cloven the ridge of tht hind and set the swamp seeping Into the fissure. If he could rend the meaning of that convulsion, understand the mind and mood of the great Architect, he could see, as If clairvoyantly, Just where the Muskeg lay thinnest on the roots of Nature is not a genial old dame, nature writers and poets to the Go at contrary notwithstanding. her with a club and she will give freely. But she always watches for a cham-- to get even. Beg of her and she is cruel as the grave. She pardons no mistakes, and always she resents man's Intrusion into her wild places. Muskeg Is North American Indian for a marsh, swamp, tussocky bog. It's generally a bad place for 1 his travel. Big Muskeg was crossed here and there by trails, but was never stable, contained a river of ooae and had unsounded Nature had apparently depths. stuck It right there to stop the Missatihi Extension from going farther. So around the Big Muskeg revolves a thrilling story of Canadian railroad building a fight against the hostile forces of nature. Extremely Interesting are the side lights on the lire of the North. Best of all there's a fascinating story of the loves and passions of the strong men and women who are conquering the wilderness. Victor Rousseau knows life from experience. He has been a student In England, a fighter In South Af-a. a newspaper man In the United States. He Is the author of many novels and his public is large. the hills, where ballast would appear the soonest above the sucking swamp. But he could read nothing. Joe Bos took wrinkled his eyes against the sunlight. "That's what I was thinking. Wilton," he said. "But It's got to be done. Somebody'll build It some' day if the Missatihi doesn't." That was the nearest speech to despair that Joe. invincible, exuberant optimist that he was, had ever made. Weeks, months of resurvey must ensue, with work halted, and the Mlssa-tilii'- s precarious capital diminishing to vanishing point, while the story of the grent blunder percolated through the lobbies of the provincial legislature, filled with bland, jeering, men to whom one day's tramp such as their laborers performed would mean apoplexy. CHAPTER I. Their faces haunted Wilton. He reI -1- membered half a dozen whom he had A Bolt From the Blue. approached when the Missatihi scheme Kighteen below ; fair weather for was first bruited abroad. There was. December fn New Manitoba where the In particular, Tom Bowyer, of the New forest, though It chills the soil til! Northern line, his many Interests enmidsummer, yet shuts out the razor-edg- e trenched behind the bulwarks of poof the winds that make the prai- litical Influence. Joe Bostock had sugries, further south, an ley Inferno. gested an amalgamation In the belief Here the bush, which had seemed that Tom Bowyer could wreck the bill to stretch out inimitably, thinned Into In the leslslature. But Tom had bedraggled patches among the laughed In Joe's face, and had not rocks. A little farther and even opposed the measure. It begun once more; the break was like "Go ahead with your muskrat line, a great, curving arm thrust Into the Joe!" he had said. "I won't hinder heart of It, as If some giant Angers you." had plucked up the trees in handsful The surveyors who made the premid scooped the foundation from the liminary reconnoissance had shirked frozen soli, and then had been withtheir work and l.'ed. Wilton suspectdrawn, leaving the Imprints of the ed that most of them had been in Bow- great finger-tipwere huge sinkThese finger-tip- s holes, sometimes filled with water, so that they formed clear lakes; mure often sodden sponges of decayed vegetable matter, oozy, treacherous and unstable. The finger-line- s were the circular ridges marking the subsidence of the mud. The (hum!) was Big Mus-kvz- , which the two men who stood on (he top of the humpbacked ridge could see extended beneath them. Big Muskeg, at this point less than half a mile across, was everywhere of unsounded depth. It curved and wound a river of ooze, now broadening Into chains of lakes, now narrowing into gullies; here and there crossed by trails, hut never stable, nowhere offering firm foundation for the permanent way of the MisFatlhi railroad. The Missatihi was a branch line, feeding the new road that was pushing northward toward t he ports to be on Hudson bay. It linked with It at C'a.xton. whence it was being extended eastward Into a virgin wilderness. Even in the d.iya when half a (Won companies were pegging out ways for lines that were to dltert the wheat north, Joe Rostock's line had been the and financiers. Joke of legislature Those other lines that were being built Into Clayton passed through tho wheat binds; Joe's line ran east out of Jo Bostock Laid His Hands on the Other Man's Shoulders. Clajton into a w ilderness. Joe Bostock had stoned his cadtt. but he had no ycr's pay. Bowyer and Bostmk were competitors old rivals. They had reported Big MusAnd (.lowly Missntihl. with its small keg to be an Insignificant swamp with Thnrcholders nnd limited means, had a firm nnderbed about the portage. It location par-tigone ahead. The first could be crossed, of course. In the road to Rig Mushad clcsred ml, since nature nlwnys yielded to keg. The rails bad been laid half man. But the Missatihi must either way. i'.ut that was all, save for the swing a huge limp around It. tlnotigh partly constructed hhacks uud buildterritory unsurveyed. 4r set to Itself ings for the workmen there, unci the the task of filling those unsounded kIhsIs for the construction innterlal depths with thousands f tons of rock. thai had not yet been freighted In. "n--- t you!" said Wilton, shaking Joe, standing with legs straddling his fist toward the vnlley. "WVII beat the lop of (he ridge, turned to Wilton you et. We've made a bad blunder, Cn rrul hers, the chief engineer of the Joe. Crooked work, without doubt ei.iiipiTiy, with eyebrows arched and though I can't Imagine why Bowyer's humorous Inquiry on his weather-beate- gang should take the trouble to hurt old face. There was no need lis unless, of course, they guess" for speech nt that moment, because Joe Bostock shoo!; his head. "No. on dwell man the they haven't guessed that, Wilton," the mind of each l problem. he st swered. "I'll stake my hat on The two men had come east by that. There ain't nobody except me It's Jest accompanied by two half-t- r and you and Kitty knows. r Is. Jean I'lissopnrtout and I'apll-- bad luck, Wilton" n, the one In charge of the dogs, the Joe could never sense tre:ichery nor .i.Iiit carrying the bring himself to believe In Its poss'I bey hiid camped seven miles Imck on ibility: and If that wenkhess had kept tl e pieceilin evening, nnd had set out blin. In the" main, a issir toon, it had at ibiyhrcak lo survey the swamp-hind- s bound his friends to him with utitirenk from the ridge. Kor the prole able bonds. Icm which hud suddenly risen up lo "At the best It's gross negligence,' Confront them clamored for solution an hi "Those Wilton. surveyors could be carried scsr.iped their work, I accepted their before construction f of wind, nnd on Its solution deienileil reports. I couldn't go out with the the future of the Mlssallhl. transit and aneroid and follow tliem With the physical eye neither Joe all up lo check their results. But I nor Carrulbers could hope to accomI might have sounded Big Muskeg. "Joe. If plish anything. Wilton was Decking didn't." Ills voire choked. Inspiration, though he did not know It. yotl have any sense, you'll fire tue Theoretically he was endeavoring to first," he sold. discern some place where a foundation Joe linstock laid his hands on the lolght be coaxed above the unstable. other man's hniildr nnd the Iiiiiiio ipioViiig surface with trestllns; and Oils nail clime Oft ht fare. "Well. I a crossilng thsf combined trues tint. Wilton," he Slid. "Yne ri slble deviation of route ain't to blam. You've dmie all tits the lesisi -- Mb nit more than four fifths of one uioiial man maid do. The Mlssnifi' rl ' c n dog-stilli- . transit-compas- girl and the rest of Sprightly taffeta makes pretty suits THE! summer will answer the call of trimmed with narrow plaited frills of couldn't have been built ot all without you. Fire you? Why, Kitty'd have my life If I dared suggest such a thing." Wilton frowned Involuntarily at the reference to the pretty young wife A'hom Joe Bostock had married In Winnipeg the year before. Joe's first marriuge had been unhappy ; It had been long ago, and Wilton knew there had been a separation, though Joe was always reticent about that. Kitty was five and thirty years younger than Joe, and she had intervened Into a fust friendship of more than a decude between Joe and Wit-toIt made a difference, as It always docs, though Joe had sworn. It should not, and Kitty thought the world of Wilton. Wilton could never understand his secret feeling about Kitty. She was 'devoted to Joe. Perhaps that was what lay beneath his latent antagonism toward her. He was Jealous of her. He was jealous of a woman's love for Joe. "I guess not!" said Joe Bostock again, pressing his hand hard down on Wilton's shoulder. And, In that instant, Wilton heard the cruck of a rifle, nnd felt a violent blow on the upper part of the left arm, which knocked him to the ground. As he fell, Joe Bostock pitched forward upon him. Twice Joe's lips quivered, as If he was trying to speak. Then the lower Jaw dropped and the eyes rolled upward. A grayish pallor crept over the face. Wilton saw that Joe's macklnaw bad a tiny tear In It, over the breast. A trickle of blood seeped through the cloth. He wrenched the garment open with his right hand, pulled up the sweater, nnd tore the shirt apart. The heart, fluttering like a wounded bird,, stopped under his hand. Joe sighed once, but he never stirred again. The bullet had passed clean through Joe Bostock's heart from the back. And, as he tried to raise Joe's body, Wlrton realized that the same bullet had broken his left arm, which hung limp from the shoulder. He sprang to his feet, a mad wrath giving back to him his ebbing He glared about him, but strength. It was Impossible to ascertain from where the shot had come. He could not even locate the direction within a hundred degrees, for Joe had been In the uct of turning. Nobody was In sight, nnd the woods were, silent. His bellowing call of fury that went echoing through the trees elicited no answer. He tore strips from his handkerchief, holding it between his teeth, nnd, with his left hand on his knee, knotted them about a flick and improvised a tourniquet. The blood a.i spurting down his sleeve in jets, the pain was Intense, and It was linisis-sihlto take off the macklnaw and hope to replace his arms In It; but he twisted with nil his force until the diminishing flow showed that he had compressed the nrtery. Thrusting the longer end of the stK'k beneath his armpit, he passed the other through the buttonhole of the garment, and, stooping, managed to g;t Joe's body upon his shoulder and to Hold It with ids right arm. His impulse was lo carry Joe's body hack to Ihe camp, hut he knew that it would be Impossible to make the disYet to leave It would mean tance the certainty of mutilation by benrs or timber-wolve- s unless he could lull Id a cairn of stones. ' And of that he was equally Ineligible. He set holy down. and. in Ihe first full realization of his loss nnd bis predicament, he shouted curves lo the sky. That murder had been Intended he did tot believe; no doubt the shot ha I been a bullet flred at some nearer mark, pel baps a hare, nnd by one of . the lie necled that Ihe Iron it bearer, following them up, had fired the shot, and, seeing Ihe fatality, bad lied. I'.ut the thought that this m!'.'ht he the explanation was only a Meeting nr.e. Joe was dead, and bU body must be cured for. Just as If be were alive-ta- ken buck to the camp and thence out of the woods. There was no pos. siblli'y of leaving Joe's body there. Yet It seemed to him thai he could not hope to reach Ihe camp. And now another Idea came lo him. tt wit seven miles back to the camp, but only live to the portage over the frozen swamp. I'pon the other side of the portage was n troll that came out of Ihe prairie southward and wound Into the unknown north. Along this Inillnns brought their winter catches to the trailing store of Mi lkmaid, the factor of the Hudson' Bay company. Traveling was hard along the shore of the great Muskeg, but It would mean two miles less, nnd It wa us possible to make the store. aid v an a queer, taciturn, nomet'tues venomous old man, ami had evlnred a itnma dislike of Wil'on on the occ. Yet Mc- Un of their Inst meeting. unld voiild shelter h' in and receive . And then there was Molly. oe's ''iio bier, 'l't it l niiig I'uide Me choice, act ' oil If m on With treat Tort iiised l ie's l .Te:ihi form tli-f- t . s litilf-breeds- bi-'v- . the water this year In bathing suits that differ greatly from each other In materials and style. Their story begins with a short Introductory chapter, calling attention to such simple and practical stuff as checked and plain gingham, playing the unfamiliar role of bathing dress. But It soon quits cotton and moves to woolen fabrics, where it lingers longest, since the great majority of manufactured his shoulder; and doggedly he began his awful Journey, his right arm grasping the dead man, his helpless left hugging the tournlquet-stioagainst k w .. : l. i Biutr. ins He stumbled over the rough ground until he reached the cleared road ! . checked silk, and black moire embroidered with white braid Is a new . arrival. To midsummer belong the loveliest hats of the year aud we look to see millinery reach Its apex of beauty while June still smiles In the Rk'lea U'b nro far from belnfif fllsnn- pointed this season. It seems that designers have outdone themselves and have spread before the admiring through the trees. Here the going was easier, but the burden numbed his right hand and shoulder, the throbbing pain in his left seemed to beat time to his footsteps, and the ache of the cramping muscles Increased the agony of his wound and began to' spread down his body. A wind sprang up, driving gusts of whirling snow Into his eyes. A deadly lethargy was creeping over him, and presently, turning bis head to shield his eyes from the beating blasts, he saw a trickle of crimson ou the road behind him. He The tourniquet had loosened. was bleeding his life away. The blood Wilwas gushing down his fingers. ton set Joe's body down and succeeded in tightening the compress. And It was only after an almost superhuman struggle that he could get Joe over his shoulder. He knew that If he was forced to set the body down again he could never lift It. With .knees bent, tripping over the roots of the trees, and reeling through a swimming world, he staggered on and on and on. And neither his' anger nor the thought of Kitty could have kept his resolution through that nightmare of pain. It was all Joe now, the memory of Joe, his love for him, and his resolve that his friend's remains should not be torn by the timber-- wolves. Joe had befriended him years before, when he had drifted, penniless, into Winnipeg. Joe's faith had been his own, and the secret of the Missatihi theirs. So the miles reeled off behind him, while the wind Increased and the snow fell thicker along the way. At last the trees opened, and the bleak shore of Big Muskeg lay before him, a desert of Ice and snow, with the bluffs opposite, and beyond them the trees once more. At once the fierce swirl of the gale caught him, whistling like sirens, boring Into his face like white-ho- t probes. The Ice that fringed his lashes blinded him and pulled them from the lids when he tried to open his eyes. He reeled on, clutching Joe's body, and heard his own voice go from him In shouts of despair. They rolled across the snow, and the echoes came in fikit, mimicking answer from the distant cliffs. Wilton retained sufficient consciousness of his surroundings to make his way along the shore toward the portage. He might have shortened bis route to McDonald's store a little by risking a direct crossing; but the surface of a muskeg is always dangerous, even In midwinter, w'hen the appars of ently solid lee conceals slush, which, mixed with peat and ooze, does not congeal firmly, and end traps the unwary traveler, a quick-mufiom which escape is next to Imsink-hoie- I J tte&8&&&jt IW ,t!t l Regulation Swimming Suits. bathing suits are made of wool. Finally the story takes up silks, where beauty of material, decorative features and clever' construction the occupy thoughts of designers who deal with such Inspiring things as taffeta, silk Jersey and moire. Regulation swimming suits, like those illustrated, do not differ much. The knitting mills turn them out In many colors nnd weaves, varying them In little details, as in the shape of the neck opening, length of the sleeves and methods of decoration. They are trim, elastic, wool garments, made for the business of swimming, with the trunks and undergarments Joined. The swimming girl has reason to rejoice In them especially If her figure Justifies so frank an expression of its lines and curves as these sulfa reveal. Bathing suits ot gingham are effectively made by combining plain and feminine world hats that are adorable. And "spread" is the right word, for hats grow wide brimmed as the sun travels north. Milliners revel lu the airy braids and fabrics that warrant this width of brim the laces, crepes, organdies and hair braids that allow the sunlight to filter through them as through summer foliage. Colors are exquisite and combinations of them. In pastel shades, are fuscinating. To cap the climax soft feathers and many flowers are held In high regard. Four models, as shown here, reveal a little of the picturesque mode. The lovely hat at the top may be Imagined with brim of georgette cr organdie and a soft braid crown to match In color. It Is lovely in any of the season's favored colors as orchid, apricot, brown with roses banked across the back and narrow ribbons making a sash falling In loops and ends at tt possible. "And somehow, breaking the rotten ice in front of her body, the girl succeeded In getting Wilton to the shore." J- tTO BE CONTINUKD.) SHUT OUT WATER AND I: DUST Nature Hat Provided for the Hermet-icaClosing of Nostrils of Seal and Camel. t Ik fv.y fir. J.'i ' n l Most of us when we go In for diving have the very unpleasant exjierlenie of getting our nostrils full of water. Nalure did hot design man to be diving animal, otherwise she would have been as clever with his nose as s si e luis been with seal's, London Tit-Bit- SIIJS. The seul Is, without doubt, the cleverest diver In the animal world, and bis nose Is a very liiKciilous contrivance ii.dced. Kach nostril is provided wiih muse'es which close It hermetic! And the sliiiM 1y ut the owner's will. f the nose Is such that when Ihe are closed not a drop of water mi enter. Willi seals the closing of the nostrils ot the moment of diving has become an automatic proi-ess- . This Is wonderful onou;h. but we can :ee a still more remarkable appll-catioof the same principle In an anl noil as fur remotcd from the seal as eha 'k rs from cheese. The se;d Is a water animal. The other owner of trapdoor nostrlls.ls the i ninel, an li habitant of the dries, purls of the world, the waterless sunily deserts. Now. why should the camel require such an apparatus? lie Is hot tioiibled with water, but he Is troll bled with dust ; not the dust that we see In this country, but the fierce, blinding duftorni of the desert. Tbee are so vloleut that tiny particle are driven Into the works of eieii the most finely made wttch. w hich ' ei nines at once Hogge and useless If the camel had not amstrll which he tould weie peifectty dul-tlrh- t ierer enrhne the drradfui Baod n4 In! storms. mm m 'ixLi-aisaj,,-.! Group of Pretty Midsummer pattern, as In suits with full knickerbockers of the plain color, gath-eteInto bands thai button around A yoke and short sleeves Ihe knee". cf this plain material Is joined to a checked tunic, and the sleeve are finished with checked rulTs. t .Vhulever the g.Hsls. whe'her cotton, wind, or sift, bathing suits are made' with knee length knickers, skirts it trifle sliort-rr- . tunics with low waist line, sometimes hloiifwtl, and sleeves that may be brief, hip nre always present. In this lnr'lctitHr nd in the neck line, the may choose to protect her arms from ih sua If she will, with finished with cuff to long sleeve fi.Mlch little round collar .hat com-pb- fi Ihe Mnal! Berk opening. checked d Hats. side. Below It, a black hnir-hrnlhat Invites one of those huge, rose of millinery fabric, lu this case georgette makes It and the oft mil and flange that finish the brim edge. Color I a matter of Individual choice. At Ihe left a fabric lint of crepe In white deietids for trimming upon white silk tubing that fall like a cascade from the hark, where two Ivory pm are placet!, and below It a delightful white felt hat has a brim suggestive of wings with soft white feathers curling over It. 7 . d e O Wot i |