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Show THE PAGE SIX flXl Friday, January 22, 1926 it lalteto auni Bmt By George Ethelbert Walsh (Copyright, 1)11, by W. O. Chapman.) WNU Serviea 'Oh, dear, It will sink before they get here." At this Juncture both were startled by a voice that seemed to come from the air directly over their heads. Dick had risen from his hiding place, and stood in clear view on the end of the -- x V(trV iy THE Continued must be "Rut, mademoiselle, surfeited with pretty words from Monsieur," he said maliciously, sure you of the effect. "Pretty words from lieem?" She laughed bitterly, "Unit ees a Joke! words from heem since the . No pretty ' lady, who will marry Lnseelies at Albany, drive heem crnzee, eh, Louis?" Laflamme scowled Into her mocking eyes, but was silent. He rose and led his guest to the living room. Then the sound of voices outside attn.eted his attention, and shortly, the Ojin-wa- y girl appeared and spoke to him In a whisper. "You will excuse me for a little I am called to the trade-housewhile? At the door he added with a brutal laugh, "Help yourself to the cigarettes and whisky. And n Hose will keep you entertained, no doubt." Steele wondered If David had run Into trouble. ' If the trader were free with liquor with his men, which seemed Improbable, David might have been set on, but the Ojlbway was too wise to Imperil his chief or their plans. Following the slara of the outer door the girl rose, placed her fingers warningly on her lips and tiptoed out of the room, leaving Steele curious, He heard talking In low uneasy. tones from the direction nt the kiteh-,.en- , then she returned, and walking to his chair, looked quizzically down. ?'Are you as much of a man as you look?" she demanded. "How long before Laflainme surprises ' us, mademoiselle?" he countered;' forcing a yawn, having no in- tent ion' of playing Into Latlamme's hands. "You theenk I'm working for that 1eaxt? Are you blind? Can't you see he's done with me?" She began, 'dramatically, then, "Why did you iook at heem .that way before dlnner?I saw you! You stabbed heem with your eyes. You needn't deny It! Y'ou hate heem! Why?" "You are mistaken, mademoiselle. I never met Laflamme before today." "You lie! 15ut you are suspicious; you theenk thees Is n game theenk he ees listening. Don't you see hat ees why I went out .to learn If he had left the house? Oh, you can trust me! This ees the naked truth. I would kill heem tonight If I could get Hut you why fi you hate away. heem, too?" "Does LafaTmne suspect me?" he asked, Ignorl.-- her question. "No,, he k.)ws you are what you claim to be."' "What do Tm want me to do?" "Mon Diou! Get me out of dees place take lie with you! He's keepI know too much. ing me hero He's afraid I weel talk." ut ' what the whisky "Talk ' ' trader She loweted her voice to a whisper. "The wMrty ees not all you would not belle me If I told " A door closed outside, and Lntlumme entered the roorr. "Ah, Mds Is most unromnntlc, monsieur," Le protested, hand raised In mock jrsture. "I return suddenly, to find t,d. still In your chair alone." was on his feet. "My man Rtf';l Davll In any trouble?" lie snapped, lgnrli the sarcasm. "'YX H wasn't his fault. Baptist fan he's strong, and took hob of Mir.." What's happened?" Steele's blood heated at the possible harm to David, outnumbered ten to one at the trade-hous- e. LMflanime raised a deprecating hand. "Nothing, nothing at all. I'm glad of It! Your nian cracked some of fingers Just squeezed his hnnd and Baptlste had enough. He always was a bit yellow." "lint will Ruptlste follow this up? I don't want trouble here. Where is David now?" Steele was relieved; he bad feared the worst. Hut that meant that David and he would leave the post In the morning. He knew his half breeds. It would be dangerous to stay and as yet nothing had been lenrned from the girl. "I font them all to bed. Ruptlste won't follow It up. Antoine Is with I'm boss here," laughed the Mm. trader. Then Steele was awnre of the at tention of n pair of slilning eyes. ','AU. it was tmis;nilicent. monsieur the way yon looked, mid the girl, "our eves were like your flame of steel ." 'You are mlarrasing, mademoi selle." foil if i ii hi eTiiiap nose tills eve- fling." said Lnliimnie with grimace. "She bus not seen a white man in Not but what she's sincere, year! but whisky makes her think out loud doen't It, Hosier" If the glitter pf black eyes could have killed, Lsnamme would have met sudden death. Instead, he re filled the glasses, while Steei' rnnd Bup-tlste- PENN PUBllSHINg co-- was busy with what the Frenchman's from the trade-hous- e had checked the. girl from disclosing. If I'ierre were Latlamme's man, as he seemed to be, Steele was curious to learn what tale the Indian had brought from Wailing River concerning the lost fur canoe and the Windigo terror. He. finally decided to drive straight at the point with the hope that the girl would drop something. "Did I tell you this afternoon that I heard a Windigo at Wailing River?" he began. "What? Y'ou a scientist, mean to tell me that you heard a Windigo a creature of' Indian myth and superstition a bugaboo of the medicine man?" Steele grinned with delight Into the trader's puzzled eyes. "I certainly do. I was waked by his howling on the ridge across the river from the post." Laflamme smiled, suggestively tapping the bottle at his elbow, as he teased: "Scotch Is a wonderful stimulant to the Imagination, monsieur." "You know that the Indians attribute the loss of.St.Onge's fur canoe this summer to the same devil?" continued Steele, watching Rose's face. "The loss of their fur canoe !" cried Laflamme. ."You mean to say that St. Onge didn't get his fur to Albany this year?" "Not a shin," said Steele. This was news that Pierre assuredly - would have brought from down river. Then return 15 's their Bags. , . low-knoc- . . ." love Here's a stirring; story ofEthel-bert adventure by George Waiph. Oh, no; it's not the of Scandinavian mythValhalla the "Happy Fighting ology, Grounds" of warriors slain in and battle. It's a tropical Island centhe actors are Twentieth to date. up people, tury quite And their adventures are just as modern and none the less exthat. No; no citing because of buried treasure In this yarn; the millions are in Wall street and the buccaneers operate in Isth a stock market. The heroine kidnaped maiden. The hero Is who receives rescuer her brave appropriate reward. d From the outside the cabin where he and David were to. sleep Was dark, but he entered to. find David, aided by the light of two cundles, busy with "What's the trouble?" Steele asked, noticing the blankets with which David hud masked the windows. "You don't think he'd dare fire in on you?" "Maybe," and Uie Ojibway pointed to the contents of a large waterproofed bag on the floor at his feet. "Dey have come to see eef you are w'tit you say." "They've been througn our Indian st u it?" "Yes, dey look at dese bag and not pack Uem good." A checked the conversation. David reached for a candle. "No!" said Steele, "stand by with that !" pointing to David's rifle, then opened the door. It was Rose Laflamme. Disapproval was stamped on David's face os he slowly shook his head. "Monsieur Steele, I wish to talk with you in private " she hesitated, with a nod of her head toward the Ojlbway. "David, wait outside a minute," said Steele concealing from the girl a lowered eyelid. Carrying his rifle, David reluctantly left the room. "Y'ou needn't worry, Laflamme's a',!eep," she began, then approaching Steele, placed her hands on his shoulders as she begged : "Will you get me out of here, now tonight?" The. girl's knowledge might be of vital importance to the future of Wailing River of the woman there he loved, and the American did not hesitate to dissemble. "Hut, Rose, I haven't bacon arid flour. - You'd starve if we left tonight, unless we struck game. You don't want to live on fish." "I can leeve on anything with you, you beeg American !" she said. "On-le- e get me away away from that thief. Once I loved heem but now, I hate, hate, hate!" Steele temporized : "But why can't you wait until tomorrow night? We'll have flour then." "I'm afraid. He cursed me tonight for telling you something. Oh, you don't know that man the cleverness of heem? He knows, thees won't last two, three years, thees hell here!" "Of course he wants to get rid of the povt down river?" Steele ventured. "till, St. Onge is done for and he'll get the girl," she muttered. "Hut what was that Indian I'ierre doing at Wailing River?" he abruptly demanded. She turned on Steele in ; "I'ierre?" surprise. "Y'ou saw I'ierre? He was The Face of the Girl Went Gray With told to keep under eover." "Yes, he was spreading wild tales Fear. "Mon Dieul If It's Laflamme!'' about the Windigo. Laflamme sent he caught a furtive signal from the him to do that?" girl. She cautiously lowered an eyeHer large eyes lighted in amuselid, as she watched Laflamme. ment ."Oh, yes, of course! but what So the Frenchman was deceiving he went down river , after was hlin. I'ierre had been on the trader's There's some Quick! the candles! business at Walling River. Hut why one I" The face of the girl coming did Lnflamnie wish to conceal It? He went gfiy with. fear. "Mon Dleu ! If could not suspect that Steele would It's Laflamme!" return to the Wailing. Steele pinched out the candles and "And you believe with the Indians, she clung to him helplessly, her body I supiose, that the Windigo got the against his, as they listened. canoe, also?" Jeered Laflamme. "That's trembling There was a sound of a scuttle outa bit too raw, monsieur! It Is not the a body, the dull Imfirst boat to be smashed In that white-water- side, the fall of pact of blows. rushing aside the "Hut It was not lost in the rapids. frightened glr!, Steele seized his rifle, That has been proved, for no trace of and opened the door. "I got heem !" came the low voice boat, fur or men was ever found. They couldn't steal the fur and get out by of David from the tlacknesg. "Han' the Albany or through the muskeg me dat rawhide." The man who had approached the country. That leaves the Windigo as cabin had walked Into the strongest the only solution, doesn't It?" "Well, that finishes St. Onse, then," pair of arms in the Nepigon country, and lay helpless on the ground, choked said Laflamme. "And helps your little plan, eh, and beaten Into Insensibility. Returning with the thongs. Steele peered at Iiouis?" Rose added. The trader's face hardened. "Yes. the face of David's victim. "Laflamme?" It helps the trade here, of course. If "Yes! We feex heem and start V they quit down there. By the way, urged the Indian, fiercely. did St. Onge say anything about send(TO BE CONTINUED.) ing a canoe up river this fall?" Rose Lallaiiime paused In the act of Hand$hahe Guide to Love draining her glass, Intent The handshake Is a correct and Inon Steele's answer. "I left the post early in September fallible guide to true love. This Is the. on a side trip, Intending to return be- contention of Dr. David V. Hush, fore starting for home, but never went teacher of applied psychology. "Shake back." Then, seizing the opportunity hands," he says, "before you start to deceive Laflamme Into niNng until courtship not because you are to the last minute before kreaklng his start something resembling a puglllstl; vengeance on St. Onge, Steele liohlly bout, but because If the hands don't gambled: "lie said something about It perfectly, don't start It." Doctor Hush snys" "the altar Isn't even a my taking a letter to you." He did?" The dark face of the mllelone In the course of love; It's apt to be a millstone. A marriage certrader (lushed with pleasure. tificate Is no guarantee of love. Mar"Yes. now he'll send Michel." A glass was shattered on the table. riage, looked nt as the goal of lov. !s apt to be grave If the game ends In Lall. Rose of inline, fury piiion Is tied." The exponent leafing to her feet, glared at the nhen the knot f applied psychology thinks trouble I rem limiin "oh. you Hunk you've got tier nt last, do you?" she screamed. can be avoided by proper rha rafter You'll send analysis before the courtship advances "When do I go. then? me now. when she comes? You'll let too far. me go. now?" A Pity What Steele hsd waited for had Alcohol her and Some hatred of happened. people take so much pleasure Ifalfitiune hsd loosened nil restraint in telling what they know that It's llttls Rostov on flie tongue of the tnnddened girl. ,i pity they know Hated, the trader rose and Transcript half-fille- UNKIND FATE CHAPTER X TOILERS OF THE TRAIL x WHELPS OF THE WOLF " THE "t?cfe':'..v'ls--c'OPYP'GH- ' NEPHI, UTAH S, pointed to the door. "We've had enough of this: you're drunk I Monsieur Steele will excuse you. Good night !" The insult drove the blood from her flaming face; sobered her. She walked to the door, where she turned and said "Hon solr, monquietly to Steele: sieur, I leave you with thees gentleman and cutthroat." Although pressed by Laflamme, Steele did not stay. He had failed utterly In his plan had learned nothing. If only the trader had remained In the trade-hous- e five minutes longer, the girl would have told him what he wished to know. And now they were leaving in the morning. , VOICES 5li!l CHAPTER IX TIMES-NEW- CHAPTER I Dick Van Ness was smoking and Idly angling off the end of the private dock, a place where he had 09 business to be, when a pleasure yacht slipped down the river and came to anchor in midstream nearly abreast of him. At first Dick was no more than mildly Interested, for he knew the screen of spiles would effectually conceal him from view on the water front ; but a moment later he begaD leaning forward, forgetting his fishing pole and the glowing pipe in his hand, so eager was he to read the name on the stern. "The Pelican !" he muttered, frowning. "It's the old Beacon. I'm sure of that ! I'd recognize hei: anywhere." Then came pleasant and unpleasant memories to occupy his' thoughts. His fishing tackle was neglected, and when a fish nibbled at the bait he made no responsive Jerk. "Cutler got the yacht In the final breakup, I suppose," he mused. "That's why she's renamed." Before the financial crash came that ruined his father, Dick had only to signify a desire to take a cruise in the Beacon and it was at his service. Now the yacht was Steve Cut-ier'the man who had profited by his father's downfall. He stopped In his musings to watch a small boat being lowered over the side of the yacht. AVhen It came plunging through the water under the powerful oars of two sailors, Dick gathered up his line. "This must be Cutler's private dock," he grinned. "Rotten luck to be caught fishing on it. But" reflective"he wouldn't recognize tne never ly had a speaking acquaintance with him. Guess I'll wait." There were only two passengers In the boat a medium-sizman, with dark hair and gray eyris, and a nose inclined to hook a little at the end. and a girl in her early twenties, with fair hair and blue eyes. Dick studied them closely from his hiding place. " "If that's Steve Cutler," he mused thoughtfully, "he's younger than dad was by twenty years. Thought he was older." He turned his attention from the man to the girl. "Cutler wasn't married." he resumed after a pause. "Therefore, she" meaning the girl In the boat "can't be his daughter. A guest, maybe." ' The sailors warped the small boat alongside the float, and the first to come ashore was the one who held the center of the stage. The easy, In which she Jumped to graceful the float, a little recklessly. It seemed at a distance, won Dick's admiration; but her companion, who had leaned forward to forestall her action, ap peared annoyed and distressed. "You should be more careful. Miss Alice," he protested, landing clumsily. "I'lease don't be so recklesa" For reply the girl laughed m'errlly. "Oh. fudge I I'm old enough to look after myself. There's uncle vravlng to me." She flaunted strip of gauzy lace In the air In response to something white fluttering over the rail of the yacht-Meanwhile, the sailors had been dismissed and were rowing lustily back to the parent craft The girl continued watching until the small boat was hauled out of the water and swung to the davits of the yacht "I wish uncle had come with us. she observed; then, speaking half petulantly, "I don't see why " A sudden gust of wind tore at her lace scarf, and In her effort to recover It she Jerked both hands upward. Something light and glittering flew In the air and landed with a splash in the water. A little exclamation of dismay escaped her lips. "oh, my hand hag!" she cried. "It's In the rltcr. Mr. Blake! I'lease get It! It's full of my papers and card? Oh. what shall I do!" She run to the edge of the float as If to plunge In after the bag, but a restraining band detained her. "I'll signal for the boat to come back and pl'k It up. Miss Alice," re plied Mr. Blake calmly. "Don't do anything rash now I" "But It's sinking, and the tide's currying it away. Oh, can't yoo get It for me?" "I'm a poor swimmer, Miss Alice. he apologized weakly, "and the tide Is strong. I'll have the bout back in a fern minutes." . s, e ' - CHAPTER II About the shabbiest trick that fate can play on us is to bring us Into the world with a silver spoon In the mouth, and then, when we grow accustomed to it change It Into cheap pew dock. ter metal. It leaves an unpleasant "I think I can get It for you," he taste for years after, and some never announced calmly. quite get rid of that ' ' They glanced up at the tall, lithe flavor. Dick Van Nesa was an amiable figure, as if It were an apparition, Mr. Blake frowningly and Miss Alice with young man, without more than his the light of expectation in her blue share of faults and possibly with as eyes; but If either thought to see him many virtues In a potential state as plunge recklessly Into the river the the average man carries around iu his system, when fate subjected him to disappointment was mutual. Dick was calmly gathering In his this acid test. In more than one line for a cast. How he met it Is not necessarily casting tournament he had won out nearly so Interesting and spectacular against all contestants. The bag was as many fiction writers would Invent floating down on the tide, fifty feet for their heroes. He was a bit put out by It considerably chagrined and away, sinking gradually below the surface as the water soaked in it. disappointed, but being young and In The long bamboo pole was not the tine health he thought the world was kind he would choose for a casting his oyster, and he could open It A chip of the old block, why couldn't tournament, and lacking all pretense of a reel to control It the line was he make a fortune as easily as his liable to whip and snarl in the wind ; father? There was no reason, except but there was a heavy sinker on the that apparently he didn't inherit the end, and Dick gauged this against the peculiar quality of mind that bad made the elder Van Ness a power in the wind before he threw. The two below watched the hook financial world. Dick didn't know It at the time, but and sinker describe an arc In the air. hesitate a moment over his head, and It was revealed to him In the course ot years. Combined with the utter lack of all experience and training, ths handicap was fatal. He drifted and floundered, driven from pillar to post, making fool mistakes that an office boy could have put him straight on, and In the end he returned In disgust. Dick had a vein of romance In his system, Inherited from his mother perhaps, and a love for adventure; but neither of these had found lodgment in the elder Van Ness, which may have accounted for his remarkable success In finance. They are not necessarily Incompatible with achievement, but they have to be held In subjection when business calls. and by common consent admitted by the world, to be a failure, Dick had no scruples In giving full vent to his Imaginings. Forgetting his fishing, he dreamily pictured scenes quite different from the reality until suddenly aroused by the footsteps of the watchman. He effected his escape from the private dock with much greater celerity and safety than the previous owner of his fishing tackle. Once on solid land again, he gave a last wistful look at the Pelican. The Two Below Watched the Hook "I'd sell my right hand for a long and Sinker Describe an Arc In cruise In her again," he sighed. "I'd the Air. even be willing to go as a deck hand." He stopped, and looked startled at then as If propelled by some invisible own suggestion. Why not? Then force both went hurtling in a graceful his himself with a sad shake curve directly for the floating bag. It be answered Because he had no expeseemed for an instant that Dick had of the head. or rience references, they would not overestimated the distance, and someemploy him even as a deck hand. thing approaching a sigh escaped the Deck hands had to know something. girl's lips ; but a second later It was I don't know anything worth "And an to exclamation of pure de changed he blurted out In disgust. knowing!" light. Nevertheless all that afternoon and "Oh, you've got It!" she cried, clap evening the fancy clung to- him that ping her hands. his future was in some way InexThe hook had caught In the lacy tricably mixed up with his father's old mesh, and as If he were hauling a who had rewarded and the yacht trout out of the streauj Dick lifted the him with the girl of her gift visiting card. and from the It water, with swung bag She had promised to redeem It In any owner. in reach of the eager way he asked, at any time, and If he "If you'll unhook my catch," he said. went to her and begged a berth on her smiling, "ril be obliged." uncle's yacht she would undoubtedly Before she bad the dripping bag grant his request; but such a course clear of the hook, Mr. Blake was was repugnant to him, and not to be mounting the steps to the dock. A considered. near view of the man's face was not Late In the evening Dick, still lingerfriendly. He was clearly annoyed. ing In the vicinity of the waterfront "That was a lucky throw of yours, as If fascinated by the smell of the my man," he said. "Of course, you ships and the salt brine across the know fishing Is forbidden on this dock. harbor, rubbed elbows with a couple but as you've done Miss Cutler a serv bound In the opposite direction. The ice we'll overlook that." night was dark, and the waterfront lie fumbled In his pocket and drew poorly lighted; but for all that Dick out a bill. "I'll reward you for saving recognized one of the men. He the bag," he added. "But you must stopped abruptly In bis tracks, and positively leave the cfick, and not re watched the receding figures. turn. Here, take this!" Dick glanced from the man's face to the bill extended to him, a slow, slum Well, hero and heroin have berous anger In his eyes. Then he sud met And of course that card will come In handy later. denly smiled and took the bill. Crum pling It In his hand, he made a wad of It and deliberately thrust the hook (TO BB CONTINUED.) through It "This might be good bait for suckEar That Tell Ages ers," he remarked. "Anyway, I'll To ascertain the age of a horse, If try It" He flung the money-baitehook back not too old. It Is usual to examine Its In the water, and calmly reseated himteeth. To tell the age of a fish, reself on the pier. Mr. Blake glared gardless of age, you look Into its ear. In the Internal ear of a fish there furiously at him, his eyes glinting dangerously; but before he could speak Is a little bony pocket In this pocket Alice Cutler was up the steps and by Is a tiny stone called an otholltb, which rolls about as the fUh tips this way his side. Dick could see by the amuseand that, and so helps It to know If ment In her eyes that she had witIt Is right side up. As the fish grows nessed the whole proceeding. "Oh, let him fish here as long as he older, says a writer In Kjiglish Mewants to, Mr. Blnke," she exclaimed chanics, the othulith grows larger, and Impulsively. "1 owe him that nun h." the age of the fish may be determined Dick smiled into her eyes, but when from Its size. she fumbled Into her bag for someThe Ruby-Throthing his face grew red nnd hot. ".Now please don't use this for bait," t Is a humming bird. The she said merrily, "but keep it until It Is the only hummer that makes Its some day you may need It. It's more summer home In the United States than a card of Introduction. I'll re- east of the Mississippi river. Fredeem It In any way you ask at any quently one Is likely to hear that two time." kinds of humming birds ha-heee Dick looked at th white piece of seen In some esstjrn garden. Well pasteboard thrust Into his hand. It the "two kinds" at simply the malt was an ordinary visiting card, with her and female of the su name engraved neatly across the face. cits. . . - d at ruby-throa- e ruby-Uireate- d . |