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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER J1J H-CHAPTER I Mark Darrell crouched beside his Nat Page, at the r, timber-cruise- engine of the out through the peering storm. Through the great clouds of spray evthat went sweeping past them, as black was alternately erything as pitch and suddenly illumined one-tw- o one-twof the again by the clove the it as beam, lighthouse motor-boa- t, o, night which had been Inits dull note sounding termittently tor the past hour, had ceased; evidently the fog had lifted, though that fact was not apparent to the two men In the boat, cutting .her seas awath through mountainous that threatened each instant to cap-liz- e The foghorn, her. drenching rain showed no lessening, and the howling of the wind had become an inferno as they approached the lighthouse point, a long ridge of land projecting from the black, rugged coastline of the northern St Lawrence. The little boat, apparently heading straight for the rocks beneath the lighthouse, seemed doomed to swift The lign of destruction. Nat Page turned and shouted in Marks ear, No hope of rounding the point. But theres the little cove among the rocks at the point. Well make her. "Well make her, Mark shouted back. And neither man believed It, for the point, the seas were Huddled up in their frightful drenched furs, the two watched the treacherous, black, shifting panorama of shore and rocks, while the boat, already growing water-loggerolled crazily in the troughs, and barely seemed to surmount the towering crests above her. It had been a foolish act to start across the St Lawrence that treacherous noon in spring, when the ice had only lately gone out of the river, and the first ocean liners had but a week before forged their way upstream to MontreaL But those logs in the icebound St. Victor would be ready for running in a week or so, and that would mean a little more cash for the new enterprise. And Horace Broussacs curt note from Montreal demanding that the sale of the mill and lumber rights be canceled, had disturbed Mark a good deal It was disturbing Mark even now, though their lives seemed a matter of seconds rather than of minutes. The thud of the breakers on the rocks was louder than the wind. Straight ahead, visible only when o the of the light gleamed, was the tall lighthouse tower, all about it the black implacable silence of the cliffs; underneath the rush and roar of the ibout the point, the dash of the n waves, the of the undertow, the blinding spray. Mark gripped the side of the boat as a great ledge of rocks rose almost beside them. They had escaped that by a miracle of luck. At the wheel Nat Page was fighting with all his might to keep the little craft head-on- , to save her from being battered against the rocks like a swirling log in the St. Victor. here, -- M Production Line Is Adapted to Farms EGBERT charge. She wouldnt see him, and Mark had sensed an indescribable hostility among the sullen habitants, They lived by fishing, and each spring they joined the sealing squadrons oft Newfoundland. They were not woodsmen, like the people of the upper St. Lawrence, probably resented the presence of an American, even though Mark could speak French with fair fluency. The landlord of the tiny hotel, patronized only by traveling salesmen, had been dour and uncommunicative, a Frenchman of Scots ancestry, like so many of the people, But Broussac had been with Mark, and Broussac had been effusive, conciliatory and evidently the one man whose word counted in the tiny settlement, where he had a summer home. The cheap little milling outfit would serve as . a start. Loggers, brought from higher up the river, were hard at work along the banks of the St. Victor. Broussac had promised two thousand cords of logs at the runways before spring. Mark was satisfied with his purchase, still more so with the fine growth of heavy timber. For the first time in his life he was his own master. It was Broussacs curt letter from Montreal that had decided Mark to take Nat Page to St. Victor at once, and look into the situation. There was no transportation in April, exfrom the south cept by motor-boshore. They should have reached at off d, ts back-suctio- Profits in Pulpwood Tons of green-whithim forward. e water hurled the wharf before dark, except for the sudden storm. Now there was about one chance in ten that they might make the little cove at the point. Theyd never round that point. Well make her! Nat shouted once more. His voice was exultant, A a defiant challenge to death. swirl of white water them. The boat righted herself and sped on. Another ledge of rocks, another, leaning up, needle-fangeout of the white water. Darkness. The eye, the double eye of the light above them d, Interest Mark With six years experience worka company on the second-growt- h logging lands higher up the St. Lawrence, with the increasing price of pulpwood, Mark had realized that the time had come to take toll of the huge, untapped forest resources further east, a hundred miles beyond Tadoussac and the Saguenay, where summer tourists fish and play golf. With his little capital, and two backers who believed in him, he had seen the profits to be made out of the timber lease on the Kinross Seigniory. And there was something more to it than the profits. There was the sense of mastery in the taming of tbe great forests and harnessing of the streams, driving runways, building corduroys, sending the logs swirling down the rapids into the flume. It meant accomplishment, it meant life itself. The lease of that waterfront section of the Kinross Seigniory had been in the market for three years. None of the big companies had been ready to negotiate. The fall previously,-Mark had closed with Horace Broussac, the Quebec lawyer, acting on behalf of his ward, the widow of the late seigneur, who had been drowned at sea with the sealing fleet five years before. Broussac, smooth, suave, ingrati-otinhad struck Mark as the type of customer who required watching. But Mark had satisfied himself that e rights were indisputable, and had seen Madame Kinross signa-tU- r authorizing her guardian, Horace Broussac, to make the lease n her behalf. She had been a widow five years and she was not yet twenty-one- ! Mark hadnt seen her the previous fall, when he visited St. Victor. She lived near the lighthouse, of Which her late father had had ing for g, immediately!. She turned, and next moment Mark and Nat were being assisted up a long gravel trail, then up two flights of concrete steps, to the plateau on which the lighthouse stood. Here were other structures too, presumably housing the stores, the dynamo and the apparatus for the foghorn, and opposite them was a cottage, with a long, single-stor- y light shining in one room. The girl turned, holding up a lantern, and inspecting the two young men. She looked about her dark hair was tumbled about her face, her hood dripped, and Mark noticed, by the lantern light, the firm setting of the comers of her mouth, odd in so young and beautiful a girl. Bring them here, Andre; I will question them, she said. Again Mark thought that odd. She addressed Mark in French. Monsieur, we have been watching your boat half the afternoon, and were afraid you would never make the landing. You owe your thanks to God, she said. There is but one question. Is either of you the Monsieur Darrell, who was here last fall? "It is he this one! cried old Andre suddenly. I am Mark Darrell, and this is You Mr. Page, Mark replied. must be Madame Kinross, whose lands I have leased. A growl like a bears came from old Andres throat. For a moment he looked as if he was about to hurl himself at Mark. Madeline Kinross quiet, level tones restrained him. Be quiet, Andre! she commanded. These men are guests. They cannot go back until tomorrow. Put some more logs into the stove in the spare room. And bring them dry clothes. I, Messieurs, shall heat you some soup and coffee. She disappeared Into the back of the house and old Andre viciously flung open the door of the room that y occupied the other wing of the house. It was damp and cold inside, but a flicker of fire came from a stove. Andre lit a candle and placed it on a table. He thrust two logs into the stove and turned, grinning malevolently at Dan and Nat through his gray beard. It was the devil saved you from Tomorrow the sea, he growled. you can go back to him. There were two cots in the room. From a closet the old man pulled some clothes trousers, pullovers, mackinaws and socks. It is because she told me to do We do not want so, he snarled. you here! "Well, theres a nice, pleasant customer for you, Mark, grinned Nat, as the old man stamped out of I had a hunch folks the room. werent so friendly hereabouts when I looked over your timber last fall, but if theyre all like him one-stor- one-tw- cross-curren- derly man and a boy, clothed in sleek, dripping slickers, were approaching them, a coil of rope in their hands. Behind them, clothed also in a slicker, a girl was standing. They are all right, Madame! the elderly man shouted to her.. Bring them up to the cottage Then, miraculously, the little sandy beach among the rocks at the point. But theyd never make it. They were approaching it diagonally, and a ledge of rocks on either side shut off the direct approach, and the boat was being sucked sidewise into a vortex of boiling water. Miraculous Escape From Drowning A Nats shout was cut off by the crash of the little craft as the underfangs ripped the bottom out of her. She sank like a stone and in an instant Mark and Nat were fighting blindly in that frightful surge of seething water. And for some seconds Mark knew nothing except the tense, vivid joy of physical combat with the tons of green-whit- e water that hurled him forward, sucked him back, then raised and sent him like a roller-coasthim plunging forward. His hands clutched gravel. He drew in a deep breath and clung, while the undertow grasped him and buffeted him; then another surge swept him forward again, and, in the double light of the eye overhead, he saw Nats figure doubled up on the shingle ahead of him. On hands and knees he crawled forward, over the groaning shingle, t, dazed, feeling as still if his whole body had been beaten But Nat was on his into pulp. feet now, and staggering toward His hand grasped his. The him. two young men stood silent, motionless, suddenly aware of the miracle that had befallen them. But voices wore shouting out of darkness. An el the rain-swewave-swep- NO. 8 The production line generally is considered to exist only in city factories but many farmers today have borrowed a leaf from industrys book by putting their grain handling operations on approximately the same automatic basis. A of the age, a system of this nature Is applicable to both small and large farms. Heres how It works: Grain-lade- n wagons are driven into the barn or adjacent to a building in which the produce is to be stored. Stationary or portable elevators. electro-agricultu- Than 5,, Low Fixed Prices At The Site Surplus Bargains ABOUT 2,000 DIFFERENT ITEMS! ,Cordage and wire rope Power units Centrifugal pumps Metal cans Burlap bags Thermos bottles Indus, machine parts Rubber products Welding equipment Automotive parts Builders hardware Mess kits Hotel, restaurant equip. Snowshoes Lithograph supplies Acetic acid Nitric acid Sulphuric acid Tannic acid Aluminum sulfate Fish lines Plumbing heating equip. 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The averglobules their into had just changed They 4 cent butterfat. dry clothes, and hung the wet ones age .test is per Brown Swiss are second only to over the stove, when Madeline Kinross clear voice was heard outside the Holstein in size among the dairy Mature cows will weigh breeds. the door. If you gentlemen will go back about 1,850 pounds. They are heavinto the kitchen, you will find what ier muscled, blockier and more I have been able to provide in the fleshy and angular than other dairy breeds. way of food for you, she called. Mark opened the door slightly. May we not thank you, Madame Inoculate Soybeans Kinross? he inquired. To Get Ride of Weeds Not now or ever, she answered Th best way to help soybeans curtly, and turning back into her own room, closed the door. stay ahead of weeds is to inoculate Mark and Nat made their way the seed. The presence of large back into the kitchen, where, by the numbers of effective bacteria right light of candles, they found steam- from the start enables the young ing soup and coffee, fresh bread, plants to draw nitrogen from the canned beef and jam. Battered and air for faster growth. weary as they were, they fell to They quickly fill the row and shade the ground, preventing weed with the gusto of youth. Nat grinned as he mouthed his growth, conserving moisture, and food. Queerer than I thought, he lessening the need for cultivation. added. Seeing that the lady leased The effectiveness of soybean inocher lands to you through Broussac. ulation was demonstrated at an eastern experiment station. Must be some explanation." The Broussacs the sort of fellow inoculated test plots matured into a whod try to cancel a deal if he highly profitable crop due to better got a better offer, answered Mark. stands, aided by abundant supply Ive got an idea hell find some of immediately available nitrogen. means of getting up here pretty quick. I wired him I was starting for St. Victor after I got that note from him." While putting whole corn plant in They ate and yawned, warm now, g Both were and a silo offers the most satisfactory method of preserving maximum young men of the virile, clean-cn head feed value. If silo capacity is intype. Marks and Nat Pages darker one nodded sufficient, the ears may be snapped over the food. and made into ear corn silage which I feel as if I could sleep a mil- will keep well and produce about lion years," said Mark, staggering the same amount of beet If the soft to his feet. Im going to bed." corn is not put in a silo, it will be You never said anything better," advisable to use one of the improved answered his friend. artificial methods of drying the dog-tire- GOVT OWNED AND PRIORITY GROUPS ONLY! SALE Mechanical Age Proves Benefit to Agriculture SERVICE 'VETERANS GAFCO Jto Imp jon. buying hu Wiqhup sjmjl and Imp ml .&. Sowing dlondL. JJwj'asl qsod ftfc a hahup daip. ksuLphup--tpW- L |
