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Show THE PAGE TWO ment of her shoulder that she was weeping. "There are somu things without price," he said gently. "What I have done, 1 have not done for reward. I know that I have your gratitude It Is enough." She turned swiftly upon him with : "But if you knew "; seemingly confused, checked by a surge of emotion she could not control, she stood for an instant, inarticulate; then left him alone. The Valley of Voices By GEORGE MARSH ,1 if dog-tea- d oil-ski- open-mouthe- . dry-eye- y orld-famou- hi-t- NEPHI, UTAH S, Friday, April 16, 1926 made the long evenings again bright with music. But of Denise be said Late in February, long after the last of the fur cached at the Stooping had been traded with St. Onge, a driven by a strange Indian arrived at Walling IUver. To the surprised quesr tions of the factor the driver answered Author of that he had come from Neplgon sta"Toilers of the Trail" tion with a package and a letter adThe Whelps of the Wolf" dressed to Mademoiselle Denlse St. Onge. The factor took the long, wooden box and the letter to his quarters, Perm th (CopTTlsbt by Publishing Co.) (W. N. U. Service.) where be found his daughter with Charlotte In the kitchen. CHAPTER XX "A packet has arrived from Nep27 announced the excited St. Onge, One bitter day In the middle of Jan- lgon," "with a box and a letter for you, my six lean heads down, limped child." uary dogs, painfully across the clearing at Wail"A letter for me?" she said, a wave ing Elver. At the tall of the sled fol- of color sweeping her face, while St. lowed two men, whose haggard eyes Onge watched her curiously. and faces bore the scars In the living room Denise St. Onge of the barrage of the January blizthe letter, postmarked Kenora, opened zards. and read : "We have worried much, Michel and "Mademoiselle St. Onge: I," said the factor, as Steele and David "Walling River. thawed out before the trade-hous- e at Ogoke last "What I wrote stove. "You struck terrible weather. autumn was a He. you I am sorry. Did your rations hold out?" "Rose Bernard, formerly Laflamme." "Yes, by cutting them in two," reThe paper slowly slipped from the Steele with a plied grimace. of the numbed girl and flutfingers soon as fill "We'll give you your as tered to the floor. It can be cooked. And your mission "What Is it? Who Is It from?" deIt was successful?" hazarded the curi- manded her father. ous St. Onge, ignorant of the purpose The face of Denlse St. Onge was the of the midwinter color of chalk as she raised her hopeJourney. less eyes. "He went to Albany for "It was," and Steele handed the factor the n envelope. "Read that !" d St. Onge read the release in amazement. "Man, man! How did you get It?" he gasped. Steele described his meeting at Albany with Lascelles. Unchecked tears slowly gathered In the eyes of the overjoyed old man. "My boy," he said brokenly. "It would be the proudest day of my life. You still care for her, don't you?" he demanded anxiously. "You know I care for her," Steele gently answered, "but I went to AlYou bany for her not for myself. must promise me that she hears nothShe ing of this until I have left. would think she had to pay feel honor bound. I know her, monsieur. You must not tell her." "But If she cares? I feel, in her heart, that she does," protested St. Onge. "She must be a free agent," insisted Steele. "I go south as soon as the dogs are rested. I shall talk to her first." "I'm sorry, but as you wish It, I shall not tell her." That night, after what, to the hungry Steele, was a sumptuous meal, He Had Come From Nepigon Station With a Package and a Letter Adconsisting largely of caribou, St. Onge dressed to Mademoiselle Denise St. left his guest and daughter alone. Onge. During the meal the girl had furtively noted the frostbitten fingers of said, as If to herself, "and the American, the drawn cheeks, black- me," she not tell me I was free, fearing would ened and cracked by the wind of the And now I receive my gratitude. Albany trail, the strained look In the this." gray eyes. Steele had warmed to the "But what Is It?" sincerity of her welcome, the evident "Read for yourself, father," and the In her greeting. Exhausted pleasure to a window, and as he was, the days before his depar- stunned girl walked d emorse out on ture were too few to waste one eve- gazed with white valley. the so he watched rest, ning by seeking "All, I deserve aJV.1 he said, turnher with hungry eyes as they talked, you are wondering whether her heart had ing from the window. "But not know-whchanged. But she gave no sign, and wrong when you think I did he went to Albany I knew. And he was too proud to ask. On the evening before he left with I knew I was free the nlab before he David for Neplgon, he again sat alone left, when when I triedhe 'ell him thought It with the woman for whose welfare he that I loved him. But I was was gratitude thought trying had given the best that was In him so proud!" for whom he had toiled and planned, to pay. He Is proud oh, "He is a gallant gentleman, and did faced the sting of the norther and the know you cared," murmured the pinch of the searing cold ; the woman not man. "But whut is In this box?" he loved too deeply to make himself old at the window gazed the Wliile girl her of the recipient gratitude. "You have never told me, monsieur, on the desolate hills as on the white of her happiness, the factor why you took that terrible Journey to ruin the cover of the box. Removopened a she In after silence said, Albany," the wrappings of paper proheavy ing which her black brows were drawn totecting the contents, he gasped in surgether in evident abstraction. The man's eyes softened ns they prise. "Mon Ileu, mon Dlcu!" lingered on the clean lines of her proThe girl turned from her hitter remusses of her file, the dusky hair, for Is It?" she had asked the question with avert- trospection. "What "Come here !" ed face ns If fearing his answer. She Joined him and bent over the "I went to Albany," he said, "to In Its wrappings lay the ebony box. of human test my Judgment nature." case of a violin. On the lid of the "And you found ?" "I found tl.nt I was a mind reader." case letters of gold spelled: "Mcolo Amati, Cremona." he answered with a smile. "An Amati!" she cried in her Joy. "Is It a very great secret?" she asked with A wistful look In the dark "A priceless Amati !" Then, brokenly, 'Tather, father! I am paying I inn eyes that searched Ms. paying !" "No, you will hear tomorrow." With feverish haste the key was "But. tomorrow you go?" "Yes." found and the case opened. She ten"And I am not to know until you derly lifted the rare handiwork of the w maker from its bed of have gone? So that Is It?" "You will understand tomorrow," velvet and Impulsively caressed It with her cheek. he put her off with. "And he sends no word no letter?" For n long Interval she sat gazing ot the rug at her feet, then loaned to- cried the perplexed St. Onge. She smiled at his naivete. "There ward him, her face tense with feeling. lie !: "What must you think of me?" she s no word to send, father. demanded. "You have planned and sorry there. In his gny New York, for the lonely woman lie once knew In the worked for us, my father and me wilderness. This." mid she held aloft we And we given given! given have Mt with folded hands while you the violin, "Is his anodyne for the toiled and won. oh, I want you to desolate the sytulol of his pity." know how fine you huve been through tt was May, and Brent Steele bad It all want you to sense my gratitude been hard at work ut the museum for before you go." In March he bait rehe had risen and was pacing the three months. ceived two letters brought from Wallfloor restraint gone. "I have been selfish inhospitable." ing River by the messenger sent with she stumbled on, her eyes avoiding Ms, the violin. The letter from the f:ic "but I want you to know that there tor was t mined and Is nothing nothing which I will not Together with brief mention of the ardo to prove my gratitude for what rival of the fur from the Stooping, St. i (Mice had profusely thanked bis yon have done." She turned front friend for the costly gift which laid ftitd be knew by the convulsive move frost-cracke- TIMES-NEW- Valoala ami w& little, except that she was well and So much had happlayed incessantly. pened that the winter seemed unusually long was, in fact, a bit on their nerves, and the spring would be most welcome. Some day, St. Onge suggested, It might be possible for Steele to revisit the valley of the Walling. He knew the way and his friends there would live for that day. The other letter was shorter. It ran : "Dear Monsieur Steele: "A violin and a Nicolo AmatJ! Your generosity and your thought ol me make these words but feetle things. You, to whom gratitude Is distasteful, must yet endure my heartfelt thanks, not only for the rare gift, but for the Journey you made for my peace of mind through that terrible wind and cold. The violin will ever be a f one who came, a. living memory stranger, to two lonely and hopeless creatures, and left them, facing the future with courage. "Denlse St. Onge." If only the letter had given him a sign that she wanted him needed him, instead of dwelling on her gratitude. She was so proud and so brave. If only he had taken her In his arms that last night, and learned from ber eyes, the blood In her face, the beat of her heart, whether she was paylnj a debt of honor or loved him. Then, late In May, came a letter addressed by a hand unused to the pen, and postmarked at Neplgon station on the Canadian Pacific. David doubtless had news and some one hud written for him. Steele opened the envelope and read with Increasing wonder and delight: "Miseu Steele "Iv you weesh marosel you burn np de trail to Wailing Reever queek. All de Jong snow she have play an play de sad museec an cry on her bed. Wen we go on bill first tarn she lift her arm to de sout an say, Cum bak to me. Dat mean you. You cum lak de win. Michel tak dis to de railroad, he an me get marry wen meesnary cum in June. Charlotte." It was from the faithful OJibway woman who had for so long faithfully served Denlse. That night the Montreal sleeper out of New York carried a man whose gray eyes were strangely happy. A week later two friends were poling the nose of a canoe into the spring freshet of the Jackfish as if pursued Farther on they reckby a Windigo. lessly ran In succession each white-watof the swollen Rouge. Down measured churn-swisOgoke, the churn-swisof lunging blades marked off the miles to the outlet. Then riding the flood water of the racing Wailing, one afternoon the canoe slid into the beach of the post. In the trade-hous- e Steele and David found St. Onge and his head-maThere were surprised greetings, then: "I have come fof her," announced the American. "Where Is she?" "She lias gone to the ridge," answered St. Onge vith shining eyes. "You will find her with her violin 'By Gecrge Etlielbert Walsh (Cepyrtrht, MM, by W. CHAPTER XIII with a smile on his Hps, he walked to the end of the dock where the crew was still busy making the yacht fast. Brent's mate was in charge, giving directions to the men. Dick walked up to him. "Hello, Barnett yon still sailing on the old Beacon?" he greeted. The mate, a young man, swung around In astonishment, stared stupidly at the speaker a moment, and then with a gleam of recognition In his gray eyes smiled and touched his cap. "How do you do, Mr. Van Ness! How'd you get down here?' "Came down with you In the yacht" Young Barnett stared incredulously. Dick tnrned his head, and began greeting the other members of the crew familiarly. "Well, if there isn't old Brenn! Haven't you retired yet, you old saltwater horse? Hello, Jurgins! How's that rheumatic knee? Suffering cats, you're spryer than ever! Hello, Billy, and Ben."' The whole crew began nodding or waving to him, some crowding around and shaking hands with him. "This Is like old times," Dick added, a little affected by the greetings. "Dad's whole crew, except Captain Johnston. Where's he?" "I dunno, Mr. Van Ness," replied Jurgins. "He was relieved of duty a month ago. It was a sad day for the rest of ns when he left Tain't like It used to be." "No, Brent isn't Captain Johnston." Alice Cutler stood in the background, completely mystified and puzzled at first, but she was bright enough to connect the name they used with the former owner of the yacht. This and the Information Dick bad given her concerning the secret compartment on the yacht brought final She smiled. complete enlightenment. "You seem to knew uncle's crew better than I do," she broke In. "You might introduce me, Mr. Van Ness." Dick smiled and looked foolish. There was no further need of con cealing his Identity, but there was necessity of acting quickly before Brent returned. "They all know you. Miss Alice," he replied hastily, "and respect you." "Aye ! Aye, sir !" responded the men, touching their caps. Dick watched them a moment in silence. Then his face became suddenly grave and severe. "Barnett, I want you and the others to listen attentively to me," he began. "You're up against a hard proposition. You've got to choose between your captain and your employer. Mr. Cutler Is up at the house unconscious, suffering from a poisonous drug that Doctor gave him. Mr. Blake, who plotted the whole thing against his employer. Is cooling himself In a cave on the Island where I put him along with McGee, who left the yacht a few days ago. He swam to the Island and reported the yacht wrecked on the shoals, with her wireless dismantled. I leave it to you whether it was." The men frowned and stared In alone." At the edge of the scrub, below the hare brow of the hill, Steele stopped, with a heart which Jarred him with Its beat. He wanted to watch her listen to her playing before making his coming known. With a shaking hand he parted the spruce and looked. Silhouetted against the soft May sky, she stood with her violin, facing from him. Presently she tilted her head and drew the bow across the strings. Faintly drifted down to him Al-st- er amazement (Tin: knd No Mall for Him postal service Is laughing at the story of a inspector who went Into the hills of Arkansas to check up a village post office. The said the 1. M. ha I gone neighbor Finding him, the lns eetor fishing asked. "Are you the postmnsrer?" After a minute the I. M. said "Yep. What's )our name?" "I. D. uilth." The V. M. reached into hi back took nut s bunch of letters m I run said. nine over them for the sduressi "Noie. Nothing fer )e," and v ot on fishlja. Capper's Weekly. The post-ofiic- e "Miss Cutler here will back up all statements," Dick continued. "We're both working in the Interests of Mr. Cutler, who is temporarily unable to speak for himself. Captain Brent Is In league with Blake and Doctor Alster to keep your employer here unconscious until they can play their game. So far as I know they Intended to let hlin die finally." He caught his breath, pausing long enough to let his words sink In. "Before you came back, we had everything our own way. Blake and McGee were prisoners, and Doctor Alster was cowed so that he had to do our bidding. I had sent a wireless broadcast, culling for help. I Imagine I'.rent picked that up and hurried buck. Anyway, bis coming upsets the whole kettle of fish. Hell stiffen Doctor Alster's spine, and perhaps release Blake and Mcfjee. There'll be four of them. Captain Brent's armed, I suppose, but the others are not. I relieved tbem of their weapons." Again he puused, sweeping the circle of faces a little anxiously. "Now," he resumed, "there's going to be a fight for possession f this island and the yacht. Help from some passing ship may come at any lime, but we can't depend upon that. We've got to fuco the music now." He turned to the girl at hi side. "Mis Cutler, In the name of her uncle, who own this yacht Hnd Island, gives me the right to speak for ber. Do you not, Mis Alice?" "Yes. yes," she replied hastily, "Kverthli)f he say Is true." "Then," res.lmed Dick, smiling at the crew. "1 want volunteer to help u. Wait a minute,'' he ad led. frowning, "let's do the thing law fully. We don't want any of jou to he charged with mutiny. We're on land, and not on the high sens. Therefore, the owner, fir hi representative, can discharge any member of the crew or the ffirers." Alice Ctltl'T ceiled ami catching no ber cue oo'.e r.i,e!t. "Until my mlst-velle- fclloWS." longer captain of this yacht," she said. "I discharge him, and appoint In bis Continued silently, and followed LShe nodded of the boathouse. Jauntily, h j ' ' WNU Bwrle Chapman.) 13 ' er the hnunting minors of the "Elegle" be first heard ut the rapids the symbol of her fears and despair. Then, of a sudden, the far call of errant Canadas troke In on the strains of the violin. The girl stopped short off and searched the sky for the wedge of geese. Out of the south she saw them coming and opened her arms. Then, as the violin changed Its mood broke Into ber own, "When Spring he noiselessly apComes North," proached her. She finished, and as the last of the flock passed overhead, waved her bow. Goodby ! goodhy !" she called, na the wanderers faded Into the north. "I have followed them back to you." spoke a low voice behind her. The girl turned startled eyes on the man who stood smiling. Over ber throat and face tip to the dusky hair mounted the blood. "You!" she faltered. "It's not a dream?" "I have come back," he said, "for your gratitude." "My gratitude?" She smiled through eyes, ns he stood beside her. "You ask no more?" And she was In his firms, his face burled In the raven hair. "Denise! Denlse!" She raised ber flaming fare to his, and there on the hilltop they stood, oblivious of the world. "Do you think this gratitude?" she murmured nt length. "No paradise !" hn "At last my spring (nni north," she sighed, "after the long O. I place " She looked at Dick, who shook his head, and whispered, "Barnett I'll go as his mate." Alice nodded. "Mr. Barnett I appoint you captain. Will you take the ship?" "Certainly, Miss Cutler," was the prompt answer. "Mr. Van Ness was a long time getting it out, and I made up my mind long before he got through where I stood. You can count on me In an; little mlxup with Captain Brent" Dick it caught his hand and wrung "Barnett, I knew I could depend on you." "It seems to me," remarked Jurgins, scratching his head, "you don't have much faith in them that stood by you in the past Mr. Dick. You remember the time I fished you out of the" "Jurgins," cut In Dick. "I slapped your .face once as a kid, and you turned me up and spanked me for it. I'll let you do it again after this trouble's over." "I'll remember that Mr. Dick, but I ain't saying right now, I'll do it You've grown some since then." The laugh that followed set bis mind at ease. Every member of the crew was crowding around him, eager and anxious to show his loyalty. For a few minutes Dick was so overpowered that he was speechless. Alice, noticing his agitation, smiled np mischievously. "Why, you're trembling, Dick! Are you afraid?" "Yes, afraid of being overwhelmed by my friends. I feel like hiding and blushing." CHAPTER XIV Although Barnett as the newly appointed captain of the Pelican, was nominally in command, Dick assumed charge and began active preparations for meeting the enemy. The yacht was ransacked for firearms, and with every member of the crew armed with some sort of weapon he divided his men Into two ' squads. Captain Barnett was left In charge of the yacht while Dick led half the crew up to the house. Alice accompanied him, although he sought to hold her back. "I want to see how uncle Is," she gave as an excuse. Unable to combat this argument DlcL permitted her to trail in the rear. Without ceremony he burst Into the front door, and then more cautiously made his way up to the sick chamber, followed by his men. Marie, white of face and trembling violently, met him at the doorway. "Oh, it's you!" she cried In relief. "I was afraid It was that horrid captain again !" "Where is Captain Brent?" "Gone away with Doctor Alster." "Where to?" "I don't know, but they said something about Mr. Biake and a cave, The answer came rather unexpectand violently. There was an explosion below, and a bullet flattened Itself on the rock near Dick. "Thanks for the answer, Brent" was the retort "We can now consider hostilities opened. Look out I" He fired at something that showed white In the dim light of the cave. There was a groan, and the object disappeared from sight "Close in, men," Dick said coolly, "but don't expose yourselves. Shoot at anything you see." Intermittent volleys followed, and bullets rattled down the cave, with an occasional shot from below. Realising the men below had the advantage of light Dick again cautioned his men not to expose themselves. But one advantage was In their favor. They surrounded the mouth of the cave on all sides, and while the enemy was taking a shot at one of their number the guns of the others could be trained on him. The noise of the shooting soon brought others from the yacht. With their quarry Imprisoned in the cave there was no need of keeping more than a corporal's . guard aboard the Pelican. Their shots soon began to tell, for the explosions from below became less and less frequent A moan occasionally reached their ears. At least one of the gang had been hit The problem of getting the men out of the cave was a serious one. With nigbx coming on the difficulty of watching and guarding the place would increase. In the course of time they would be starved out, but that might require days and days. "It's only a question of time before we get them," Dick said to Captain Barnett when they withdrew to consider the situation. "There's no fun in starving them out. We ought to find some quick plan for settling it" "I could go down there," volunteered the young skipper, "and get one of them." "And get killed yourself," smiled Dick. "No, Barnett I won't permit that." "You forget I'm captain and you'rt mate," laughed the other. "You take orders from me, and not give them." "Well, If you want a small-size- d mutiny on your hands, captain, you try to go down there." "Suppose I order you to go down?" Dick shrugged his shoulders. "I'd obey," he replied. Barnett chuckled. "I believe you edly would." Jurgins, who was crouching behind a rock, with one eye on the cave's entrance, suddenly raised bis head, and pointed. "Miss Cutler looks excited." Dick and Barnett whirled around, Tripping hurriedly over the rocks, with her balr and skirts whipping the wind like flags, Alice Cutler came, waving them in what Dick thought was anxiety and fear. He started toward her on a run. "Dick! Dick!" she called. "Oh, and" uncle's better! and a ship's coming!" Dick swung around before she finWith this double Information out, ished. He kept six steps ahead of his nearest men In descending the she stopped, and panting for breath, stairs. There was a possible chance waited for him to reach her side. (TO BH CONTINUED.) of heading Brent off before he reached the cave to release the prisoners, and Wanted Information he made a hasty flight in that direction. A lecture was being delivered In a But there was no sign of the enemy village halt The folly of every form on the way, and when he reached the of gambling was to be exposed once entrauce to the cave he heard voices and forever I below that convinced him he was too The chief speaker, stamping up and late. Brent and Alster were down down the platform, specially erected there with Blake and McGee. for the occasion, launched forth Into Stationing his men In strategic po- the very heights of rhetoric. sitions Dick approached the entrance. "Behold the serpent of gambling!" "Brent, we know you're armed," he he Bhouted. "See his hungry fangs, But I will crush called, "but neither Blake nor McGee ready to strike has a gun. I saw to that There are him I" six of us up here, and every one's preDown came bis heel upon the Imagpared to shoot the first head that inary viper. There was a rending of shows up. Miss Cutler's discharged timbers and the speaker disappeared. It was a select audience, however, you, and appointed Barnett as skipper. I'm his first mate. Therefore, this and not a titter was heard as he scramisn't mutiny. The crew is following bled Into view. But the voice of a the orders of their captain. Now, will small hoy broke the awful silence. you come up peacnbly and surrender, "Please, mister," he asked, meekly, or Is it fight?" "have you killed the serpent?' 1 Bagpipe and Organ Alike in Principle The Highland bagpipe is a primitive Instrument with a quality all Its own, says the Chicago Journal. It has nine notes, but they are not like the chromatic scale. The bagpipe scale does not exist In any other instrument and its music, unlike "regular" music, can not he transposed from one key Into another. The tmgplpe Itself, In Its Highland form,' consists of an airtight leather bug with three wooden stocks, usually of ebony, fitted Into it, one of them holding the mouthpiece, another the chanter, another the three drone. As most people know. It Is played with the hag held under the arm, the drones over the shoulder, and with tl.e fingers on the noteholes In the chanter at the front. Kxcept thnt Its scale Is Its own and does not exist In any other Instrument, the bagpipe Is similar to a church organ in principle. The player maintain the wind pressure on hi drones and chanter by keeping the bag full of wind and regulates the volume of sound by the pressure of his arm on the bag. What he produces mny not be the sweetest form of music In the world but even to ears that are far from Scottish it Is the most unforgettable of nil music. Thofie who have listened to the plhrochs of the different clans and to the wails of the funeral dirge say that It Is like do other music In the world. Bones in Human Hand There are no more bones in a child's herZ than that of nn adult. In the yotiiig. however, the ends of the bones have not been firmly attached to the shaft, wb.!Hj In an picture wonld give the effect of more bones thon really exist Bones originate and develop from vera) centers known as center of ossification. y |