| OCR Text |
Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEHI, UTAH BIBLICAL n S3 Ceprrlfht CHAPTER XI Continued 12 "Wt will mind you ! That's the first thing we will mind. Nat !" "Doctor! coming !" McWetbj whispered hoarsely. "On till way. lie wu at the drug tore." "Hear that. Nat? Doctor's almost here I The minute he gets la I'm after CorbeL" He drew a pistol from Bradshaw'a pocket and deliberated a moment, kneeling there, the sheriff's head on hla knee. "Mae! Call the Jail at Shoestring and tell them. Send . word op and down the line that Corbel's wanted!" He aaw the stares on the growing group of faces about him Incredulous, shocked looks. "Nat bad a warrant for Corbel's arrest on a charge of anon, for planning to burn out the Richards camps." he explained bitterly. "And now there'll be another warrant, so help me Heaven !" He addressed McWethy again : "Get a team out on every road from town. 'Phone every Belknap & Gor bel camp and tell 'em to report Gorbel . if they see him, or they stand a chance of taking a trip with him! I'll go to his rooming bouse the minute the doctor comes and " "Here he la!" The physician was shouldering his way through the group, a young man, cool and collected In emergency. "Don't stop at anything, doctor!" John said. "Spend any amount that will help In any way If this case has got you stopped. You men stand by to help the doctor. Then report to McWethy. . . . I'll get back here!" He was gone then, running through the falling snow, around a corner and thundering up steps. No, Mr. Corbel was not at hla rooming house ; he had not been there since noon. Ills supper was waiting. . . . Look for the woman! The phrase was flashing through his mind as he ran along the street He rounded the post office corner and flung himself up Into the storm house where he had stood with Marie Varnell and listened to her story of Gorbel's duplicities. He entered to confront the girl who stood on the stairs, a hand at her cheek, lips parted In something tike terror. "Where's Corbel?" he asked sharply. "My O d, how should know? What's happened? ne came In here like a . . . like he was crazy! He said everything was all off and for me to get to h 1 out of town and In stead and be gave me a dirty fifty dollars and said It was" "Steady. Marie!" John said, steady himself. "I'm looking for Gorbel; I've got to find him" "And he wouldn't listen!" she screamed, "ne gave me a lousy fifty dollars and said to get to b 1 out of town as fast as I could or they'd be after me, too!" She laughed shrilly. "He said I was In It, that they were" John grasped her other hand savwell-swe- ... was distinct but already Oiling In with the light large flakes. He wallowed through the deep snow between the street and the railroad tracks, bending low to be sure he trailed this man. He saw where be had stopped, "where skis bad been dropped Into the deep snow; where they had been scraped about as the straps were where they bad slid off to the northward. . . . Off to the northward In the begin nlng. but where after that? Already the new snow was obliterating them. It was very dark; In another twenty minutes, perhaps, traces of the fugitive's flight would be covered so thoroughly that tn darkness they could not be followed. It would avail him nothing to squander even a moment In going back to leave word of what be had discovered. The Important thing was to have someone on that rapidly disappearing trail Gorbel know the country Intimately; he could head for any one of a hundred places unknown to John, hide, wait out a careful combing of the territory and, perhaps, make good his escape. He Jammed his toes Into the harness then, whipping the straps about his ankles. He stood up. wriggled his feet and started, bent low. moving at a swift walk, eyes on those twin In the snow depressions before him. Straight north the man had gone. through a strip of chopping across a little lake and Into timber on the other side. His skis had made deep grooves In the snow mantled buckthorn where he left the lake, but In the timber, with the trees shutting out even what faint light the night afforded In the open, John could scarcely make out a depression Inches deep. He went as quickly as he dared, stooping now and then and with a bare hand feeling the snow before him for the betraying marks, better than half filled. Corbel was going faster by far than he was; each fractional mile that Intervened between them put an additional handicap on him. He entered a thick growth of hemlocks where his eyes were of little aid, but of a sudden.hls rackets commenced to sink deeper Into the soft going. A decided change It was, and he retraced his way, groped forward and found that he could detect the trail beneflth him by the feel of the snow that skis had packed. He went on, shuffling along, feeling sign with his feet and when he emerged from the gloom of the thick conifers he saw where snow had been knocked from stiff brush. He was not through yet, not shaken off. The trail, his sense of direction told him, was swinging a bit to the westward, keeping to the open where skis would ride better, crossing a wide chopping coming up to second growth now, where he could see those creases In the unmarked snow and the barren brush that had been disturbed. ... agely.1 "Hold your tongue !" he cried sharply. "Hold your tongue, Marie!" nis roughness had the planned A message to the that an airman By HAROLD TITUS 1I1 ef- fect, shocked her out of the mounting hysteria. "There's nothing at all for you to be afraid of," he said then, trying to make his voice sound reassuring. "1 Just want you to tell me what happened, Marie, and where he went" She wiped her eyes. "I'd been buying some things and wag a little late getting home." she said unsteadily. "Ho came up the walk behind me on a run. ne scared me, the way he looked. Oh, Mr. Belknap, It was awful I What's he done?" ahe begged. "Have you got It on him? I never saw a man look tike he looked I know! I know! But what did ha say and do? Give me your story first, then I'll tell mine!" "He said It was all off between us! Everything was off, was what he said. He couldn't talk straight. He swore awful and said I was In the Jam along with him and they'd be after me and to get to h 1 out of town as fast as I could before they nailed me. He grabbed his skis out of the storm house where he'd left 'em yesterday and beat It off across the tracks ! Oh, what's happened, Mr. Relknap?" "He shot the sheriff. Probably killed him. Which way'd he go? Just where'd fce cross the tracks? Tell me that I Hang to yourself a minute longer t" But the girl was past giving him further aW for the moment Slowly she sank to the steps, head falling backward. He gathered her In his arms, swung down into the living room and laid Marie gently on a couch. He had left the front door open when he burst la The light from the hallway streamed out Into the storm house. A shovel was there, a broom. A pair of skis stood against the wall and, In a far corner, snowshoes. He grabbed them up and leaped down the steps, searching for tracks In the new snow. Easy to find, these were, under the street light He saw where a man bad crossed towards the railroad; other tracks had followed and turned back: those were Marie's, The trail CHAPTER XII Last month, an assured schemer, In- tent on ruthlessly feathering his nest ; n last week, a vessel for foreboding but clinging to the hope of material gain ; tonight a fugitive. Paul (iornels had cracked back there In the office where, for so long, he had planned and plot ted. He had shot without meaning to kill, Intent only on the horrible fear which rode him. . . ... dui ue unuI cast, this die. lie was outside the far pale of decent men now. He was running away, blindly at first, with the thought only of put ting distance between himself and others. To go northward was natural, for a man seeking solitudes. In other directions railroads and towns would be encountered. In this direction, though, only wastes of Lake Superior lay and somewhere along Its rugged shores or In the wide swamps Inland he could find safe hiding. Why his mind should go back to his talk with the cruiser late in the afternoon was beyond accounting for. But he did think of that as he raced on, of his cruiser who had come in from the northward, with his casual story of having stopped at Wolf Richards' cabin and made his abode there in the trapper's absence. Wolfs camp was the only habitation out yonder; the only habitation In all that country about Kampfest where travelers were turned away. For years men had known that when old Wolf was at home none was welcome to pass his threshold except Kllen Richards. His was a place to shun, a camp where succor was not available. . . . But Wolf was gone now. He was out In the Caribou deer yard, forty miles away, the crulset had said. He would stay there, too, driving out timber wolves, come to fill their winter-slacbellies oa the easy .living afforded by yarded deer. Richards' cabin, then, was sanctuary for a man who fled the law. Doubly so: going there would throw trailers off the scent; he would find a chance to rest; would take food and ammunition and anything ate be might need panic-stricke- self-contr- L. k for a long period of biding. Then. when the beat of the chase cooled. be could make his way to the west ward, around the head of Superior and off Into Canada. ee was not an old man, not yet even In his prime. True, he would start with bis hands again, but be bad started so once and If It bad not been for his avarlclousness be would have possessed many of the things he wanted. He would not lose bis head again! He would not play bis cards too strongly! He would keep himself within the law next time! "The law, the law!" he whispered. "Within the law. . . . Always with In the law. . . ." He ran a bit nntl) the strain on his heart, already heavily taxed by ex citement forced him to walk. Mln utes later he halted, thinking he saw someone running off to the right circling to get In front of him; but It was nothing, a trfck of his eyes, of bis Inflamed fancy. 'Hang on to yourself!" he growled shakily. "You've lost your head once tonight . . . that's enough. . . ." The snow still fell, covering bis tracks, ne took a passing comfort in that By midnight bis trail would ... p8 agaiust the weight which tugged at her heart Sleepless nights were in her Immfr diate past; harried days had taken their toll. This afternoon she had walked a dozen miles through soft go ing and her body was wearied. She dropped her cheek to the blankets for Just a moment; if Wolf did not come soon she would undress, bolt the door, fill the stove with wood, and prepare to spend the night alone. . . . Just a moment And sleep came as Gorbel, two boars away from that lonely cabin, cursed at the thinning of the snow, at the faintly blurred stars which began to appear in what had been a void above him. Ellen woke with a start The room was cold; her body stiff, but It was not the chill nor the aching of her muscles which startled her from deep sleep. Not these. . . . Rather the careful slow creaking of a door binge. Wolf returning? That was the first possibility which presented Itself to her clearing consciousness, but Imme diately she reasoned that a man does not enter his own home with stealth and caution. A man was there, outside. She could see his fingers clasping the door's edge, could make out a seg ment of his face, probably watching her. "Who is It?" she cried sharply, sit ting up and swinging her feet to the floor. "What do you want?" The door moved and Paul Gorbel half reeled Into the rom. "It's I. Ellen. And what do I want?" with something of a sneer, something of bravado. . . . "What do I want?" weakening quickly, oddly "I I came for you for He Gathered Her In His Arms. e show only faint traces; by morning, If the wind blew even a breath, this light snow would shift and obliterate them forever. He did not reckon that a man was already on that trail, coming slowly, painfully. No, he did not guess such a circumstance; no more than he dreamed that as he left Shoestring behind a lone girl was striking a match In Wolf Richards' camp, looking about a bit nonplussed and then, with a sigh, searching for kindling to build the fire that would make this place, otherwise tountenanted though night, wholly habitable for her. The permanent abodes of solitary trappers almost without exception fall Into one of two categories : the meticulously clean or the Impossibly filthy. To the first belonged Wolf Richards'. In this living room, direct evidence of his calling was missing. A rifle and a shotgun, greased rags stuffed Into the muzzles, stood upright In a rack. On the shelf above l store of ammunition reposed In orderly boxes, and beside them were a worn books. The oilcloth on the table against a south window was figured In blue. Pishes and cooking utensils were nested on shelves beside the cook stove. The floor of pine had been much scrubbed. The one bed In ..he corner with blankets gone now. was covered with a tarpaulin, neatly tucked about the tick. The wood box was filled supplies ranked In a cupboard above It A broom hung from nail, a sharp ax stood behind the door. Ellen put a kettle on and "ihooked tne plans ooor at the end of the room, entered Wolfs fur lor chamber, filled with animal scents, and dragged from It a cot Her own blankets were on a she!' before which hung a curtain of brillinut red calico, and while water hen"" she made up her bed. as she had u.aJe It many another time when coming here to spend a night with the old recluse. Lighting a lantern she went out to the root cellar, shoveled snow from before the entrance and secured vegetables. Then to the spring for water. Good camper that she had been taught to be, accustomed to her un cle's comings and goings at any and all times, she was restless at finding herself alone In the cabin tonight She stopped now and again as she made her meal to listen, hoping to hear Wolfs shrill hail come whooping and ringing through the darkness when he approached to see a light shining from the windows of his camp. But she heard no shout The night was very still. She tried to tell her self that she must get hold of her emo tions and be guided by reason. Out here, twenty miles from the nearest habitation, there could be no cause for this feeling of apprehension which was rising . . rising. She was not of the breed of women that fears Isolation and loneliness. But even as she argued so, tears welled Into her eyes as she fought hnlf-doze- ... you! That's what!" Over an hour ago he had come to a halt at the crest of the burned ridge which swept downward to the swamp where Wolf had built his cabin, the first objective in his flight He had stopped with a gasp. Twin rectangles of light showed down there, windows in a building a structure which he had counted on being unoccupied He was without food, without more than a pocket-knifas a device for pro curing food and warmth, because he had dropped his pistol back there In the office after his finger had pulled the trigger and drove him away from men and food and shelter. A man cannot endure the wilderness in winter without food or the means of procuring food. He must have an ax and blankets; he should have uten sils to make the food he could take palatable. his Knees shook and his breath came ana went in light moans. Wolf Richards there . . . back home a man who was Impossible of approach even had a traveler been free to ap-proacn any human being! He wondered why the dogs had not started their clamor. He had been this way before and on each occasion the beasts had set up a tremendous dla long before he was this near. . ne ciosea one eye, striving by that gesture or concentration to still his If Wolf were whirling brain. home, his dogs would be home- - If ciogs were there, they should be raising the dead by now. But probably the occupant of that cabin was not Wolf Richards at all Someone else had stopped there tonight, as his cruiser had been there last night Relief, with that thought and on the heels of relief, dismay again. Anyone there, anyone who knew aim, anyone observing enough to remember and to describe him would present a fatal hazard. He started cautiously forward, wondering If the dogs might not be there after all. ready to begin their devilish barking. He stood a long Interval at the edge of the timber, less than a hundred feet from the cabin, watching, listening. No dogs were there; Wolf could not be home. This was some other person. The soft snow covered all sounds of his progress. He could see snowshoes standing against the log wall: a single pair, he thought ; If so, only one must be encountered. He edged along the building to the window, peering through the panes.. His heart stopped as he say her ly. Ing there on the cot, and ther. raced on wildly again. Ellen Richards, the girl he had desired and, finding her Impossible to possess, the girl whose property he had attempted to acquire through the scheming and treachery which had brought him to the status of a fugitive, . . . Paul Gorbel sank to his knees, gloating. He wanted revenge In this moment Wanted to make her suffer for the suffering which his fevered mind traced back to her now. He'd break her pride, her heart, her life, as his pride and heart and life had been shattered! He had been so honest In desiring her at first; he had been so driven by his Impulse to have and hold her that Its frustration had driven him Into this blind alley. AnJ as he reasoned, his want of her became stronger than his aching for venge- a nee, He wanted her wanted her. . . n s ... ... half-froste- d . Why not, then? Why shouldn't ie ... ..." ... , ra ... . 7 (TO BE CONTINUED.) Old Tigers, Unable to Hunt, Turn Man-Eate- rs In tha man-eatin- g n. cording to an aslant ders Petrie. Intwvi.- !' 'o 8tf . thought of the London 1Go9 another Af th Plain" that were deaiS M u..i m agreement as able site of those to tTH cities. most likely. But , SLJ lpt record mention Is mn city nearby named Zoar which Lot and his daughter. city so small as not to be as the rest! A city of that the south remained lntoe" times. There is abundant evident, -there was a Canaanitish drffl In that region at a . plain was "well watered, ererm as thou goest toward Zoar'-- in garden of the Lord. The filled with city states as the Scrll? record suggests, each win, . .71 "And it came to pass in the king of Shinar king of Ellasar, Chedorlaomw of Elam and Tidal, king of that they made war with Bert w!, of Sodom and with Birsha, kinr ! i1J v..u..au, ... r.uuiu.1, Of King VL Adnttl jcerjoHm the king of Bela (the sametaZou)tnj All these Joined together In the u of Siddim (the same Is the Saltsea)" Suddenly all the kinzs' fw icu am with them all the "inhabitantjofftj ciues ana mat which grew npon fl ground," for more than 5ft renin; a. An "earthquake with fiery eniptioin" Is postulated, and a consequent eral desolation. "And Ahrahaj iooKea lowara sodom and Gomorrab and toward all the land of the plali and beheld, and lo, the smoke of fl land went up as the smoke of a fa. nace." Perhaps, too, the waten of the Dead sea were, lefore the whatever it was, at a lower level. Now from the airman's height their depths even are visible, and It may be that the sequel of the story of the judgment on Sodom and Gomorrah will be told. f. Puny Creatures That Have Held Up Traini A train was traveling on the railway of Mexico when the More-lo- s dri- suddenly saw a red li'lit aheal and pulled up in a hurry. Before he could find out what tlie trouble was, another train came up behind and ran Into his, killing three pa sengers. The red light was Just u ordinary signal lantern, on which had settled a swarm of cochineal insects. The light, shining through their tiny bodies, caused the signal to appear a vivid crimson. Lions have held up railway traffic in East Africa, and elephants haw done the same in Burma, but yon can hardly Imagine a hedgehog u capable of such an act. Yet near Sandbach. in Cheshire, a hedgehog held up all traffic for nearly an hour. The unfortunate little beast crept between the points and the side rail and was trapped when 'he points were moved, thus preventing them from closing properly. Still more amassing was the exploit of a beetle, which, by crawling Into the signaling apparatus at Hounslow, upset the contact and caused all signals to be set at danger. It was a quarter of an hour before the source of the trouble wal discovered. London Answers. ver Eczema Burned and Itched Terribly Healed by Cuticura "Eczema broke out in pimples on child's head and later spread to her neck and back. It burned and itched terribly and the little one scratched and cried continually. Her clothing1 hurt her so that I kept very thin dress on her. Her hair came out In handfuls and what was left was lifeless and dry. The irritation prevented her from sleeping- "I sent for a free sample of ses Soap and Ointment I could I P0 a difference after using them. chased more and after using two cakes of Cutlcura Soap and twe boxes of Cnticura Ointment she wal healed." (Signed) Mrs. J. K. Thom1932. pson, Energy, Texas, July 26, Cnticura Soap 25c. Ointment 25e and 50c. Talcum 25c Proprietor!: Potter Drug & Chemical Corp, Ma den, Mass. Adv. my CntJ-cu- were blued by tigers In British India, , erage ...u annual mortality from tins cause has- nnt uiuc-i-i oeiow this figure, in most cases the tigers responsible for s, uraius are it being an established fact that is an unusual thing for an tiger, no matter how ferocious ordinary a specimen, to attack a man. Old JfM4 flvin of seen a --to "iiig beneath the water." take her. the last thing remaining of the life that was behind him? Why couldn't he take her, driving or dragging ber witb him Into this new phase of existence wmcn lay yonaer . somewhere. But after be had entered, after he had revealed himself to her, after he bad made his first declaration, doubts began to riot If be should fail In if he should not be able to this drive or drag her. . . . And that was whv his voice weak oneri his finders fumbled at hla chin. why his eyes roved restlessly as be told the girl be bad come for ber ana she only stood there, apparently un afraid. Apparently unafraid, yes, but her con rape was solelv a matter of annear- ance. Beneath that exterior she was aqulver with apprehension. But she could not show that. Her wits, alone, stood between her and danger. She needed her resources, un hampered by panic, needed ber strength, needed time. She stood a moment eyeing him, mind groping for possible strategies that could be used in such an emergency. "For me. Paul?" gently now. want ing to soothe and humor him until she could determine what It might be that had driven this well poised man so far off poise. "And how did you know I was here? "Eh? Know. . . . Know! How did He looked up and some of I? the old craft came Into his face for the moment "I knew!" with a nod. IN ever mind how!" He gave a strained laugh. "I knew. . . ." "nut it's so late. You . . . you look cold; you must be tired. Have you eaten?" "Eaten?" He shook his head. "No, not since not since before . no, I haven't eaten. . . ." "Well, I'll get you something now, then." She replenished the fire, went to the cupboard and took coffee from a shelf, watching him. Her hands trembled. Time! She needed time! wouldn't you like bacon?" she asked. "Wouldn't bacon" "Trying to put me off, eh?" trucu lently. "Don't want to talk about It? That how you feel?" He unbuttoned his coat. "Well, you'd better. . loud better talk It over. You're re sponsible for it all. If It hadn't 've been for you I wouldn't have . wouldn t have done it I wouldn't be running away now; he wouldn't be lying there . . . lying back there. . . . I wouldn't 've shot him If It hadn't been for" "Shot him, Paul?" Her interruption was shrill. "Shot who? Who did vnn shoot?" She stood against th fohio one hand at her cheek. "Who did you shoot, Paul?" she cried. He laughed. "Guess!" he said. 'Guess. . . . Only I didn't" leanine forward intnti "It looks as if I did, but I didn't ineyiiathlnk I shot him; they'll find him there in my office and I'll ho but, I didn't shoot him and the snow covers trails and they won't know. . . Let them think. I'll be gone with you . . . out yonder, somewhern" to begin again. "If it hadn't been for von un fho hounding Belknap. The kid'll think I shot him. . . . D- -n him, he'll know, like he knows everything else!" He rose, trembling, breath rattling In his throat. "He'll know, like he thing else! He knew I showed him op to you. didn't he. He wnniHn- - i on he cared about that. Discredited, fired, he kept right on working for you. He wouldn't stay licked, wouldn't stay down! John Steele! n-.Galahad, I called him and he said he was . . . somebody else, John Steele !" Ellen's brows Were 'rirfivn fnsA, ulously, her Hps parted, her eyes dark with confusion, amazement ,., III h OU moned all her guile with difficulty and spoke. , "I sent him away. Paul." she said. I fired him when I found ont trhn c was." I Lom. the southern part' 83 ... J May Confirm Den Sodom and Com, A Romance of the North Woods r CITY t age, man-eater- strangely enough for the development' instinnt Is .,' ... of ' Kott.ngon.nye;sU?acTbyaser! ous problem. His teeth are bad a ' . thousand flchts hnro i and bruised, he Is Vor onger has the strength nor to keep his stomach filled the ngillu through tne normnl nrnoc. "Z.Z i... ; ": jungie. H: h th.ng win do, even - !f?.rae 7ZT bed. and carry him off uauve out of Into the HAW uZY&M lautr to Gray - F !""" SHAMPOO connection with Pwkeri Hair BM?;"7rof. hair toft and fluffy. 60 crnta by mail Hlicoi Cuamleal Worka, PaUbogn it. WNU-- W |
