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Show THE TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, seated me, that you piayed me an underhand trick simply for political pur poses, I'll I'll "I'll make It so blamed hot for you you'll wish you'd never been born," grated Mr. Gooch. "It rests with you, young man, whether a certain Investigation takes place or not." 'What do you mean by investiga tion?" demanded Oliver, his eyes nar rowing. "Just what are you driving at?" His uncle leaned forward and spoke "Is there any evi dence that your father ever left this place at all?" Oliver looked his uncle straight in the eye for many seconds, a curious pallor stealing over his face. "There is no evidence to the con trary." "There's no evidence at all," said Gooch, "either one way or the other. There has never been anything like a thorough search for him in the neigh borhood of his own home. I don't believe Oliver Baxter ever ran away from COPY Rl G HT, BELL S YN 0 I C ATE.(w.N.U. SE.R.VICE) home. 1 believe he's out there In that swamp of yours. Now you know what In front of the "boss." "I may as well CHAPTER V Continued I mean by an Investigation, young man come out and tell you I've and if it is ever undertaken I want ' been satisfied with all these never "This here Job lias cost up'ardg of to say to you. it won't be under your $3,000 already, and for a couple of stories and speculations concerning the direction, and It won't be a half-heaa hundred more he could clean up clear disappearance of my brother-in-laed job. And the swamp won't be the to the edge of the mire: I used to look year ago. It's mighty queer that a only place to be searched. There are upon that boy as a smart young feller." man like Oliver Baxter could disappear other places he might be besides that "Maybe lie's a whole lot smarter off of the face of the earth and never swamp." "I think I get your than you think,' said ths ditcher sig- be heard of again. Most people believe Uncle he's alive hiding somewhere but I Horace," said Oliver, meaning, now cool and nificantly. If I agree to withdraw "Oh, I don't for a minute think It's don't believe It for a minute. He's He died that night a year ago from the race and perjure myself In that," said old John hastily. "Not for dead. when son. he had his last row with Ids a minute." the matter of the Bannester tax scan"I can't help thlnkin' we'll turn up And, what's more to the point, I am dal, you will drop the investigation and that old man's body some day, It sort here to say I don't believe his son has forget all about it even though I may told all he knows about the er the have killed my own father?" of gives me the creeps." The two big ditches, fed by lateral matter." "I am not here to argue with you," "Say, what nre you trying to get at. snapped Mr. Gooch, his gaze sweeping lines of tile, held a straight course across the upper end of the swamp Mr. Gooch. That comes pretty near to the group of spectators. and dralned.lnto Blneksnake creek, a being a chnrge, doesn't It?" "Your candidacy has nothing to do 'You can call It what you please. with my determination to sift this busi "sluggish little stream half a mile west All I've got to say is that I'm not satness to the bottom," lie went on, sud of Kumley. Roughly estimated, three hundred acres were being transformed isfied, and I'm going to the bottom of denly realizing that lie was now cominto what In time was bound to be- this business if it's possible to do so." mitted to definite action. "I shall apTwo days later, Horace Gooch come valuable land. peal to the proper authorities and nothOliver was walking slowly back to stopped his ancient automobile in front ing you do or say, young man. can That's the house, his head bent, his hands in of the Baxter block In Rumley nnd in- head oft the investigation. final !" his pockets, when he observed an auto- quired of a man in the doorway: "Is young Oliver Baxter here?" mobile approaching over the deeply The loiterer turned his head lazily, CHAPTER VI rutted, seldom traveled road. He recognized the car at once. Lansing's yel- squinted searchingly into the store, and then replied that he was. low roadster. A Star's Homecoming "Tell him his uncle is out here." "Hello, there!' called out Lansing. return of Mrs. Sage after an ab The was The citizen He disappeared. "Hop in, Oliver. I've been sent to sence of 23 years was an "event' far fetch you over to Mr. Sage's. He had hack in a jiffy, grinning broadly. "Well?" demanded Mr. Gooch, as the surpassing in interest anything that a cablegram this morning and sort of had transpired in Burnley since the went to pieces." strange disappearance of old Oliver "A cablegram? His wife Is she Baxter. ; dead?" Hundreds of people, eager to see the "I should say not. She's sailing for famous "Josephine Judge," crowded the United States tomorrow and is the station platform long before the coming here to live!" train from Chicago was due to arrive; It was true that Josephine Suge was they filled the depot windows; they coining home. The beatific minister were packed like sardines atop the thrust the cablegram Into Oliver's hand spare baggage and express trucks; as that young man came bounding up they ranged in overflow disorder along the veranda steps ten minutes later. the sidewalks on both sides of the "She's coming on the Baltic. I have street adjacent. decided to go to New York to meet The train pulled in. The crowd tip her. Jane will accompany me. I wish toed and gaped, craned its thousand you would find out for me, Oliver, necks, and then surged to the right. when the Baltic Is due to arrive at Above the hissing of steam and the New York. Please help me out, lad. grinding of wheels rose the voice of Perhaps I should have telegraphed mySammy I'arr far down the platform. self or had Jane do it but we I "Keep back, everybody! Don't crowd mean I er " up so close, itig'ut this way, Mr. Sage How are you? Open up there, will Oliver, with "Say," interrupted sparkling eyes. "I'll bet you're 20 you? Let 'em through. Hot my new years younger than you were yestercar over here, Mr. Sage lots of room. day. Uncle Herbert !" Hello, Jane! Great honor to have tne "1 I believe I am," said Mr. Sage, pleasure of taking Mrs. Sage home in my car. Bight over this way. Grab squaring his thin shoulders and drawthose suitcases, hoy. Open up, please !" ing a deep breath. Mr. Sage paused aghast half way Mr. Horace Hooch of Hopklnsvllle. down the steps of the lust coach but out one. He stared, heretofore a miserly aspirant for legislative honors but persistently denied over the sea of faces; his knees seemed the distinction for which he was loath about to give way under him ; his to pay, had "come across" so nervous fingers came near relaxing and so desperately that the their grip on the suitcase handles; he bosses had foolishly permitted him to was bewildered, stunned. be nominated for the state senate. The "In heaven's name " he groaned, and then, poor man, over his shoulder people did not want him ; but that made little or no difference to the In helpless distress to the girl behind hiin "Oil. Jane, why didn't we wait party leaders; the people had to take hint whether they liked him or not. for the midnight " Knows the What People "Nobody Mr. Oooeh's astonishing contribution But someone had seized the bags and Sen. Chairman the Want," Replied to the campaign fund was not to he with them lie was dragged Inglorious!)-ttentioualy. the platform. Jane came next, crim"passed up" merely because the people She hurried didn't approve of him. with embarrassment. son "What remained silent. messenger down the steps and waited at the botThe report that young Oliver Baxter lid he say?" of Runiley was being urged to make The citizen chuckled. "It ain't fit to tom for her mother to appear. As the race against his uncle caused no print," said he. might have been expected of one so uneasiness among the bosses. It wan Mr. Hooch shut off his engine and truly theatric, Josephine delayed her not until after the young man was settled hack in the seat, the personifi appearance until the stage was clear, so to speak. She even went so far as nominated and actually In the field cation of grim and dogged patience. d that misghlngs beset them. Young Hfteen minutes passed. Pnssersby, to keep her audience waiting. Baxter was popular In the southern sensing something unusual, found an by the Pullman porter, who up section of the county, he was a war excuse for loitering In front of nearby to this time had remained invisible hero and he was an upstanding figure show windows. Mr. Link came out of but now appeared as a proud and shinin a community where l lie voters wpre his office, and after taking one look at ing minion bearing boxes and traveling as likely as not th "Jump the traces.' the hard-faceold man In the automo cases, wraps nnd furs, she a: length The bosses sent for Mr. Hooch and bile, hurried to the rear of his estab appeared, stopping on the last step to Miggi'sted that it wouldn't be a bad lishment. A few seconds later be re survey, with well afTc-tesurprise and Idea for him to withdraw from the race turned, accompanied by Joseph Sikes. a charming assumption of consternaon account f his age, or Ills health. They toou up a poltlon In the doortion, the crowd that packed the plator his nephew. form. way. Now. a great many perhaps all of At last Oliver October appeared. "Io you mean to tell me," begun those who made up the eager, curious "Hello. Uncle Horace." was his greet Horace, genuinely amazed, "that you think tills young whipper-snappe- r of a ing. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. crowd, expected to heboid fl young and nephew of mine Is liable to defeat And I'm In a hit of a hurry, too. Some radiant Josephine Judge; they had me?" friends coming down on No. 17, Mr, seen her In the Illustrated Sunday sup.NoIkmIv knows what the people and Mrs. Sage you remember them, plements and In the pictorial magawant, replied Dip chairman senfen. no doubt. Anything In particular you zines; always she was sprightly ami vivid and alluring. tlously. "Now, this young Baxter. He's wanted to see me about?" They were cona fine feller. He has a clear record. fronted Instead, by a tall, angular "Yes. there Is." said Mr. Hooch harsh , careThere Isn't a thing we can say against ly. "1 came over here to demand nn woman of fifty-twor him. On the other hand, he can say a apology from you. young mini a pub lessly even "slo;plly" dressed In a lot of nasty things about you, Mr. He apology printed over your signature pepper nnd salt slouchy Hooch. I'm not saying you'll hp licked In the newspapers. I wrote you it very tweed walking costume. What most of next November, but you stand A plain and dignified letter In which I the observers at first look to be a wad blamed good chance of It, let toe tell told you what I thought of the under of light brown fur tucked under her you. If this young Baxter goes nfter handed way you acted in regard to right arm was discovered to be a you without gloves." "Pekinese." those dear old ladies, Mrs. Bannester beady-eye"I've Just been thinking." said Mr. and her sister. You know as well as (TO BR CONTIM'RD Hooch, leaning forward In his chair. 1 do that If was my Intention to restore American Stan 9 Spread "suppose I go down to Burnley and their property to them, absolutely tax have a talk with Oliver.' free and without n single claim against F.vrry language has Its slang, of "What about?" demanded the other, It. You simply sneaked In and got nurse; the dictionary remarks that ahead of me. And what did you say In the word "slsr(" Itself Is derived from sharply. "I may be able to reason with him the Norwegian phrase "Mensja ijef reply to my simple, straightforward "No chance," said the other, shaking letter? You said you wouldn't trust ten." which means "to sling the Js " . hi But no other language Is In a position "Ile'a got It In for you, ine as far as you could throw a loco urn a. motive with one hand, or something to give Its foundling words the same Mr. Hooch got up ami "gat pacing like that. If I don't have a written publicity that predominance In the alt the floor and published acknowledgment from and on the motion picture screen af M""e here Smith," he began, haltJUv ou that you deliberately inisreur ford, to the American. slowly, distinctly. W 4 OCTOBER OLIVER 7X)EORGE BARRMcCUTCHEON d rt . g wiiili " mm pi )fk hand-Homel- y WW? open-mouthe- Pre-cede- fifty-three- two-piec- e he-id- 1 The Valley of Voices By GEORGE' MARSH Author of "Tolle of theTrsll" "The VV helps ol the Wolf" (Copyright bv the Penn PuMlahlnf TETE-BOUL- SYNOPSIS. d With David, guide. Brent Steele, of the American Museum of Natural History, is traveling; In northern Canada. By a stream he hears Denlse. daughter of Col. Hllatre St. Once, (actor at Walling- - River, play the violin superbly. He Introduces himself and accepts af Invitation to make the post his home during his stay. He finds the factor worried and mystified. The log chateau" is a real home. From St. Once he learns of the mysterious creature of evil, the Windigo, and the disappearance of a canoe and Its crew, with the season's take of furs. Then at night the Wlndlg-- stives a weird performance. Even Steele Is mystified. David, Steele's Indian, and St. tinge's head-maMichel, leave for the scene of the canoe's disappearance In an attempt to solve the mystery. St. Onge tells Steele that Lascelles. the company's manager at Fort Albany, seeks his ruin In order to compel Denlse to marry him to save her father. Steele and Denlse fall In love. Steele finds the track of the Windigo huge and much like a bear's. David finds the same thing. W. half-bree- n, CHAPTER IV As he met Denise at the door of the factor's quarters, Steele said quietly : "Let's not talk of the bear trail tonight, mndemolselle." And the grateful look she gave him was ample reward for his tact. "As I feared, monsieur, the men found nothing down river," said St. Onge as they sat down to the simple meal. ; Not knowing whether Michel had as yet confided In the factor, Steele didn't mention the strange trail. "It Is certainly a puzzle. Colonel." "Yes, a riddle which will be solved In only one way, monsieur by time. Some day when we have left the Walling Itiver we may hear of the fate of my men." "Then you have no faith In the Windigo theory of their disappearance?" Steele boldly challenged, with a curl of the lip. The tired eyes of St. Onge twinkled. "So far as our Indians are concerned, monsieur, the Windigo will drive us out of the valley. But I am not prepared to say that the Windigo have N. U. Berries.) Co.) s throat. The hand to mouth of the trembling eavesdropper gaped for air. "Now I geeve you somefing to lee-soto, Wabeno! Shaman! Maker ov de Beeg Medicine! Eef you don' be ver' careful. David, de Nepigon Wolf, will tear de devil out ov your front." e And with a wrench on beach. the sprawling "Ouess he won't eavesdrop again in a hurry! laughed Meele, as the cowed Indian disappeared in the shadows. But Michel seemed so strnnu'ely silent that the American asked : "What's the matter, Michel, don't you like to see him handled so rough ly?" The Iroquois made no reply. "Wake up, Michel, and tell us what you think?" "I t'ink," said the head-maslowly, "dat de long snows will be red In dees valley." "What, you don't think that fool will make trouble?" "Tete-Boul- e ees no fool." He would say no more. The house was silent when Steele, filled with the events of the day, went to his room. Late Into the night his thoughts were busy with the hours on the ridge with Denise St. Onge. with memories of her flushed response to his emotion, of her abandon to the feeling which had swept her when she played her "Farewell," of her reticence nnd yet her desire to make clear the situation which her father seemingly feared to reveal to Steele. Then the matter of the tracks In the mud; whnt manner of beast could he loose in the "hush"? In the morning they would take up that trail and follow It, but when they lost It in the dry going, whnt next? Well, they had plan for the next month, hut the Frenchman would first have to show his cards. If he refused, there was nothing to do but get on to Nepigon On the way there was Ogoke and Monsieur Lnflamme. That ought to be Interesting. But little did Steele realize as his drowsy brain dwelt for an Instant on the call on Monsieur Just how Inter Lnflamme, estlng that visit was to be. Tete-Boule'- n he-se- Tete-Boul- Tete-Boul- continued, accented by the beating of the drum. "Let's see what he Is about," suggested Steele, and they crept forward. Within a hundred yards they mnde out a small, round skin tlpl from which the sing-sonemanated. "Naske awass, Windigo I" moaned the voice inside. "Ahuuh ahtiah 1' "He tell de Windigo to go away," whispered David to Steele. Then Michel wormed his wuy to some small balsam near the tent, while the others watched. Presently a low mewing from the Iroquois stopped short the wailing in the tent. Then from the balsam rose the caterwauling of a lynx in the mut g 1 ing season. The drumming started furiously, ac companied by vociferous shouting. The scream of the lynx rose to a iminiucal shriek. The drumming ceased, and the maudlin cries of a creature frenzied with fear filled the tent. Presently the flap was thrust nslde, and a Indian scrambled out and fled like a deer in the direction of the post, leaving behind him a white man and an Ojibway doubled with laughter, and beside them, his face set like stone, a tall deep in thought. Why did you do that, Michel? He will only mnke things worse at the post." "I try eef he scare ov de Windigo, heeself." "Well, are you satisfied?" "Yes. Ket ees ver' strange he ees so scare." And the head man shook his head doubtfully, "He talk to de Windigo, an' w'en he cum, he run." Back nt the post Steele related to St. Onge the events of the morning. "This Colonel, is only a source of trouble here. He Is filling the minds of the Indians with the Windigo, and then makes medicine to drive him away, doubtless for a consideration." St. Onge shrugged with Indifference. "It will not matter. I am expecting a packet from Albany any day ordering tne to abandon the post." Steele stared at his host in surprise. Where was the old fighting blood In this veteran? Whnt hidden cause hnd paralyzed his nerve? And his love for his daughter that nt least should drive him to fight through to the bitgrey-face- half-bree- e Tete-Boul- ter fur." Brent Steele was narrowly on the point of demanding that his host put his cards on the table face up. St. At daylight three men were bending Onge's failure to take his guest fully over tracks which ran through a wet into his confidence was irritating to a hollow less than a mile from Wail my free-trade- r, As he ate in silence, the degree. American promised himself that there should shortly be a showing of hands or he would go south at once. Then the brooding eyes of Denise St. Onge met his and he realized what it would mean to leave Wailing Biver to its fate what memories he should leave behind when he started south for the Nepigon. That evening, three men, heads together, smoked on the beach. Slowly and In detail Michel and- David told Steele of their search and discovery of the strangev footprints. "What were they like, Michel?" "Dey were long Ink' de bear, but no bear een des countree mak' dem so big." "Queer t'ing de bear w'nt mak' de track." broke in Dnvld, "was starv' for dey not seenk far een de mud An' he have toe on fore feet." "Just like the ones I'll show you in the morning!" exclaimed Steele. "And yon found no trull of the men with the canoe?" "No sign but 'round de camp no trail In muskeg." "Well. Michel, whnt do you think? Could the brute tlwt made the track you saw. howl like the one on the ridge here?" The Iroquois' small eyes narrowed to slits. He puffed hard for a space before answering. "De howl on de ridge was no bear bear onlee yell w'en he get hurt. Michel not know w'at howl on de ridge but lie fin' out before de long snow mell." "What do you think mnde the tra David?" Steele grinned Into the set face of his friend. Dnvld shook his head. "I nova ire see so lieeg bear track." Then Steele told of his search of the ridge for signs of the night waller. and of the tracks he had seen that afternoon. But cudgel their brains as they would, the three men were at a totnl loss for a solution of the riddle of their origin. The night shut down hut the three men on the river shore still sat smoking, hard at their council of war. In the tub'dle of a sentence. David sud denly stopped, raising his head as Then, silently rls though listening. Ing. he plUHRei into a clump of alders close bv ! A low curse the sound of seex-seve- a scuffle. "By gar! n W'at you got, Daveed?" demanded Michel as he and Steele followed to the brush. "I show you somet'lng!" was the muttered reply, as the dark shape of the OJ!r,vn, fragged an indistinguishable, struggling mass from the alders. gasped Michel, peering Into the face of David's prisoner. "W'nt you do dere?" "So you t'ink to hear sornet'ing, growled the angry voice of the Ojibway shaking the man he held In the vise of hla two hands as a husky dog shakes a rabbit. "Yon rrawl lak' de mink, but I smell you ak' de wolf smell de wood mouse," 4Dd the "nan from Nepigon shifted a "Tete-Boule!- Tete-Boule?- " Tete-Boul- e end. folk-lore- Stiff as the spruce around them, the three stood listening. Faintly to their straining ears came a low chanting, accompanied by the rhythmic beating of what sounded like a drum. to Steele turned a questioning fa-David, who grinned broadly, nodding his head In time to the far drum beats. "What in thunder!" queried the curious scientist. "You heur dot down on de Nepigon, one tarn," dryly returned the Ojibway. "It aounds like it. Somebody doing some conjuring, eh?" "Tete-Boule- , de beeg shaman, mak' hoseff some medeclne dees morning." "Is he driving away the Windigo. or Is he trying to get yon bewitched for shaking him up last night?" "I t'ink he try to call de Windigo for to mak' de beeg medicine tnged-der.laughed David. "IV the post people know that Tete-BoulIs a Wabeno. Michel?" Steele asked of the silent man who had vouchsafed no comment. "Tete-Boulnuik' medicine for long tnm, to drive away de Windigo. De people t'ink he ees beeg shninnn, for sure." "Well, the first Milng for St. Onge to do Is to get rid of this nuisance. He keeps the post Indians stirred up with his mmnlio Jumbo, and ought to be kicked out. What do you think, Michel V For nnswer. the tall Iroquois drew an ugly skinning knife from Its sheath in his belt. Then he wild, "It be good t'lng eef I put dees een hees back?" "No, not without orders from your chief," replied Steele, amused at the literal Interpretation given to his sug"But this will gestion. make trouble all winter with his sorcery." As they talked, the low droning . e, 111 11 ing. Tete-Boule- d They were on the river shore and alone, so Steele grasped the opportunity for which he had waited. The matter between them had to be cleared up if he were to give his best efforts anil those of David in the days to come. "Colonel St. Onge," he began, "I am deeply Interested In your situation I have offered the services of here. David and myself. In an attempt to aid you In your trouble; but I must say, candidly, that you are not meetto put In ing me half way. If I the next three weeks In nn effort to run this tiling down, I must first have your full and complete confidence. I must know whnt you know and think. This Is due me. If you cannot take me Into your confidence. shall tie compelled to thank you for your hospitality and bid you goodby, deeply as I shall regret it." St. Onge listened pntlently, us the speaker thought, hopelessly, to the ultimatum. "Let us sit down and talk It over. monsieur, he replied. The two men moved to a rrfck and lighted their pipes. "Monsieur Steele," began St. Onge, "I am In a net from which I see no escape. You came here a stranger,, claiming to be a scientist, Interested in the study of Indian customs and . That is all I knew about you. As It was. I told you too much that first night." fng Biver. "Well, Michel, aid you ever see a black bear that would leave these be hind him?" asked Steele as David and the head man carefully Inspected the peculiar trail. "Ver' beeg track but ver" strange vouchsafed the hear." laconically kneeling hunter. "How about It. David?" David bared a set of strong teeth in a characteristic smile. "W'en we start up river for de Nepigon, I tell you. You laugh at me eef I say w'at I t'ink now." Michel took up the trail forward while David and Steele followed It hack only to lose It shortly In the On their return dry birch leaves. they found Michel waiting. "She don' run far," he announced. "I don' followed eet far In de dry hush." Then the three made a wide circle, but failed to pick up the elusive tracks Disappointed, they were returning to the post by another route than the trail to the ridge overlooking the "Vale of Tempe," when Michel, who was lending suddenly stopped In his tracks, raising his hand In warn- e d has Evidently this something to do with the Windigo. Who is back of him? Tete-Boul- (TO lifC )NTINl-KI e ) Crude Hooks in Use by Early Fishermen In France several caves have been found In which men are believed to have lived about 2fM),(KKI years ago. In these were found what are probably the oldest fishhooks so far known to have been used by man. These first known hooks consist of a stone ground down Into the shape of u small Ininiina with a ridge cut In the middle, the string, or whatever wa used for a line, having been tied around the stone in tills ridge. Cavemen 1, ntes ago took this hananii-shape- tl stone and covered It with neat. Then they kindly allowed fish to swallow the whole thing. Then the fisherman would give a pull on the string, or whatever It wax The "hook" would straighten out horizontally and therefore refuse to come out of the water without the fish, so, when the fisherman hauled In, the fish with the hook caught In his gullet, would keep the crude fishhook company. Around the lakes of Switzerland scientists have found various kinds of hooks considerably later than those crude relics from France. Many tif the Swiss hooka are of bronze, some hsvlng barbs, but the really ancient ones were hnrhloss Hm consisted of two hooks at right angles to eacc other. President Polk ten children mas the oldest |
