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Show UINTAH BASIN RECORD MUCH TO BE SAID IN ADVOCACY OF FINGER-PRINTING Copyright by Harold | By HAROLD TITUS [~.... WNU Titus no longer means To be fingerprinted that one has a police, record. Fingerprinting is the latest fad in|: the higher circles of society, acecording to the United States News. People who have never been accused of Service any offense more serious than a violaCHAPTER Pe RPK VI 8 . AYS before, Steve Drake had taken. the chance that LaFane had known, rather than simply guessed about the Laird. Thrice he had lain in the bush and watched the old man angle for the great trout, studying the whitehaired recluse in action at his fa- -yorite pastime. Steve had discov- ered that in the second bend above, only a few rods distant, lived still another great veteran of the stream. ‘The Laird’s trout was a wonder fish, and no mistake, but this other lunk- erwassof a size fit to scare'a man, when he broke the surface in his feeding forays. He was a pioneer, an ancestor, the patriarch of them ail. ae eH MacDonald had believed the stretch of water barren, had fished it but little and, in consequence, was ignorant of the trout’s presence. This afternoon, leaving McNally at headquarters, Drake paddled down the river alone. He had the tackle with him and a goodly assort- ment it was, too. The rod was Eng- ligh,.hand.made, of. the finest split ~ pamboo. Steve had tried it on sizeable fish in the last ten days, but he well knew that it, nor indeed, few others of its weight, had ever tooled a speckled trout as big as the one that lived alone above the Laird’s personal quarry. ‘ He arrived at the bend.a full hour before sundown. Puiling his canoe the far bank a great fish rose. “See! Isn’t that where your fish lies?” ‘ Almost reluctantly, the Laird nodded assent. “This fellow of mine was two bends above. He lived all alone. He’s too big to tolerate company. He’s even bigger than the one you've been working on,if I’m any judge.” The Scot’s fingers commenced to rummage in his beard. He drew a long breath and Steve felt relieved but on the man’s words his heart sank again. “Ay! Yoonger muscles! Yoonger| wits! A bigger trout, likely, than yon fish.” Histone was bitter. “Bigger, as ye say, than th’ one who’s defied me these years, but ut’s unseemly The fish responded with a short downward rush, turned about and bored into the current again, foreing out a few feet of line. The great creature was tiring, now, and with his fatigue came fresh desperation. Hither and yon he charged. Steve knew his battle was not yet won, No split second for thought of other than that struggle had been spared the man since the lunker rose to his fly, so he had not observed a canoe coming up the river, did not realize that he was within easy talking distance of its occupants. In the bow. sat MacDonald, his white head bare, rigged rod ready in his hand. He did not speak, did not move except to put the rod down. His dark eyes, lighted strangely, watched every move of the angler, and when he saw that the fierce vigor of the trout’s resistance was ebbing he motioned his Indian paddler to pro- ceed slowly. for a yoong man to belittle th’ abil|. ; So the Laird was close enough to hear Steve’s chuckle when, after a long time, the fish paused suddenly in his struggles and floated a few feet, writhing slowly on his side, opening and closing his jaws. He righted. He tried to work Then, t fime the great .fish -rose, swirling ‘alihost against the strand to seize a floating insect. ‘ “That’s that!” he isfaction knowing leader was coarse any pull which the muttered in satthat though his enough to stand rod could stand, it did not throw sufficient shadow to alarm the trout. Steve set the fly traveling in great arcs above his head. Then he let it fall on the water at the head of the pool.. It was a goed fly; his cast was. splendid. A dozen times the fly rode the pool net all but slipped beneath him, the fish rolled over, churning the water and sank from sight. Drake straightened. quickly, cautious lest he defeat himself in the very moment of victory. He was within a few yards of the came stirred. up again, the He snatched long-handled net board, ready came past. . to Laird up his own and leaned take the fish outas he ‘The trout did not even sound. He Seemed to hang right there, no more than an arm's length beneath the surface, surprised, amazed, perhaps bewildered... . And then a long, curling fin of water was laid back as the singing jeader slashed in toward the far bank, Across and up the current went the lunker, boring into the depths, - charging for the snag or rock which had. been his. private gaiietuary and Steve let him go. Never had a rod. Then, he felt such ee of a sudden, Straight, his line on the surface. perately and weight et on his rod floating in was loops He took slack des- faced about, guessing what had happened. Well that he was turned downstream, because. an instant later a great surge of pressure came on the rod, the line snapped taut from ils trailing and Steve began to run. He. stripped more line desperately “asthe fish “stormed on ahead of him, fleeing this menace which had invaded his pool. — His only chance was to follow that frantic flight, to go with the fish as long as he could keep his feet. He gave thirty feet of line; forty; he rounded one bend, then another. He was below the Laird’s favorite spot, and the fish had $0 much as paused to or rock on which to leader. Far below. trout began to zigzag rent and then. Steve retrieve yielded. line Sheer strength seek not a snag entangle that him, then, the across the curcommenced to would count, now. He could feel the old fellow worry{ing the hook, moving to and fro, straining to work in against a snag. The movement of the fish became more agitated. He nosed to and fro, he turned and circled briefly. -He relled over, flinging his tail into the -air<and. bringing it down with a smash as if to break the slender strand which held him. Then he turned and darted up-stream. ' Drake followed the fish line, but he did not run. The trout ton. a He sounded, came splash and nosed and the bot- crossed and the over. current, rolling over furned worked ing. down the river again and for the oposite bank, sulk- He lay in a deep teok line Then place as Steve and edged along until was directly across the current. began to prod tempt to stir him the he trout, then, he He with sharp tugs on the rod, in an athe could gain any ef hig lost strength. to action before measurable part quarter of an es, through spoken hour the it required to He took the fish from : Steve and to make room. A noble creature it sense into that that particular rage which now flooded MacDonald’s. “VYe'’ve taken my fish, mon!” His voice vibrated, a vein on his forehead leaped out into a welt. “Your fish, Mr. McDonald? I didn’t think it was—” “Didn’t think! Didn’t think! Mebby so! But ut’s th’ fish I’ve worrked over summer after summer; th’ fish I’ve dreamed on winter night after winter night! ’Nd who may ye be to come on anither’s property ’nd poach ’nd pillage ’nd kill what’s anither’s right to take?’ Steve’ thought quickly. having reward Instead of the Laird’s admiration as a for his accomplishment, he had ‘won only animosity, and ani- -‘mosity is a poor beginning for friendship. “You’re mistaken, sir,” he said. “This isn’t your fish. Come here. Look up-stream. Watch.” He led the other a few paces to a vantage point, the old man suddenly silent but obviously suspicious. After a moment, in against OPENING him and tion. LaFane, “111 Hae a Guest, Annie,” He Said. “Spread Yersel’, Noo, ‘nd Do Yer scout. Threatened the with disclosure, Together they leaned close, scanning the needle. “Six pounds!” Steve whispered. “Six?” in contempt. “Six! Look, mon! Six pounds '’nd two ounces! Ay, better ’n two! Near two ’nd a half ounces!” He straightened with a deep What breath. “Ah, what a bonny, bonny fish!” a fish! He bent low, hands on his knees, to gaze contemplatively. “°Nd what,” he asked, turning his head but not straightening, “was th’ fly, lad?” The bruskness was gone from his voice, the animosity from his eye. In place of the crusty old fellow he had been, injured, defiant, unrelenting and scornful, he was now as @ seeker after news from a superior! OF THE STORY Steve adds to Franz’s hate by driving Steve accuses Franz of setting the death evidence, and the man dare not act. Steve sends LaFane to and sober him up. Separating the youth from his compan- woodsman begins the work mine but... “Noo, sit yersel’ doon. Hae ye a pipe? So? Well, so ha’ I.” He went to the mantel and took down a great briar. “Ay.- Steve, with his estate roof stories Steve of fish of a has the returned last relative.. is being to will It and is no- persons when an administered. frequently And a question about Persons afflicted naped. Families dealing with. kidnapers can be sure of positive identification. It is not necessary that they have fingerprints on file at police stations home from a “Spread yersel’, noo, ‘nd do yer best 1” Steve protested that he should be back at headquarters but the Laird Laird’s in But the principal reason, probably, prior to being kidnaped. A file would do. In most cases identification could be established by other means. But handwriting can be imitated, and that of a child more “T’ll hae a guest, Annie,” he said, the loSt, for this rage for fingerprinting is to be Yound in reports of persons kid- if so gude.” thun and | with amnesia or loss of memory are unable to learn who they are. This would be comparatively easy if their fingerprints were filed with the police. “Doubles” are unable to prove who is who, “Ay, a grand fight fer a lad. I could nae done better mysel’, Flynn, fish as share their real identity. “And there he is, Mr. MacDonald, to prove it!” ~ Well, ye took a better ever killed!” And stay the night a there is leaping, drew out his a brief interthat he was He clapped his hands and doorway a squaw appeared. up claim ticed that these missing usually turn up at a time long did afore he heart given testament Sit yersel’ doon, seated himself and pipe. 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For the happy yw Figs, with the word ‘‘California’’ solution of this problem see what on the label and on the bottle. to do, in the next column: seats night before MacDonald led Steve to the room he was to occupy. While Drake be ashamed of having been fingerprinted unless he is guilty of a crime. The must be told, and it was after mid- heart to dead “If a Child Won't Play with Others? Parents who understand children know where to place the blame when a youngster mopes, keeps to at Good-Bye, silently listening to the gossip of the. men gathered He had become a fallen fa- D’ He took a trail that led back: The fire | depart- : ment will | change to and shoved in the leg of the old trousers. E A half hour later he came out on the lake shore again. Gripping the gun by the barrel, he whirled it Conoco Bronze around his head thrice and let it go. The splash was far out where the was, indeed. For an interval the water was deep enough so that the old man stared silently at the tro- chance of ever locating the weapon phy. Then, without taking his eyes would be negligible. from it, opened a drawer in the}... “There go your d—d fingertable and fumbled for a small spring prints!” he muttered. “Now try to seale reposing there, find a way to stop me!” CHAPTERS woods ‘ He placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Mon, ye took him! Beside this one. noo, my grand troot’s a youngster, I'l] have tae admit. Ut disturbed me a mite, thinkin’ ye’d took | Noo, tell me, Flynn, how ye worrk o’er yon noble took yer fly?’ fingertips. children are filing their fingerprints, as well as their fingernails. It is more than just a fad. Interest in finger records promises to be permanent, The reason is not hard to find. Every few days appears some news item about a long-lost brother or Ssister who has been located after years of futile search, or who, after being Best!” away from Mary Wolf, young Indian girl whom he has been abusing, escapes a death trap set for him. Franz discovers Drake’s impersona- trap, exhibiting find Young Jim ions, queer ‘their feed- He stood near by for a lengthy interval; then carefully he advanced, tried the door and went within. . It cost him time and pains to find the shotgun, but he did locate it, finally, wrapped in the grain sack to take charge of the company’s—the Polaris—woods operations, the youth is indulging in a drunken spree. Learning of Polaris’ dire straits, and hoping to do something for Old Jim, Steve hastens to the company’s headquar-. ters. He finds Franz plotting against the Flynns, Worsting Franz in a fist fight, the Polaris crew assumes that he is Flynn’s son, and Steve takes charge, as “Young Jim.” A photograph of Kate Flynn, which Steve finds, immensely increases his desire to aid Old Jim. He gains the warm friendof smaller -of larger!” cupied. Stephen Drake, with his four-year-old son, is rescued from a blizzaré by Jim Flynn, big timber operator, whom Drake has robbed. Flynn gives Drake another chance, and the father, until his death, impresses on the boy, Steve, the debt they owe “Old Jim.” Twenty years later, Steve meets “Young Jim” Flynn, his benefactor’s son, Sent by Old Jim, incapacitated through an accident in which Kate, his daughter, is temporarily blinded, ship Th’ So he was into the timber, circled LaF ane’s house by a wide margin, and approached the cabin which Steve oc- ae looked fly. ... in’ on them, not waitin’ for th’ hatch ticed. done even more: taken the fish un-. der the eyes of the old recluse himhe had gude “Nope. But he’s been stayin’ mighty late, recent,’’ the old clerk informed him. Shortly, Franz went out unno- he set out to do and because he had But when A “Wishin’,” Tim Todd replied. — “I'd ought to see him tonight. of achievement other face his smile died. Never in any other countenance had he seen “Ay. ephemeridae. ordinance are pressto ink pads and re- cording the little whorls and lines on he say when he’d be back?” filled him. - He was heedless of the fact that the Laird had landed and was approaching. When the old man came close, however, Steve looked up. -He grinned because he had done what self. tion of a traffic ing their palms It he asked. to the bank. A swelling cowdung. vorite and had no longer a place of consequence in their regard. Wartin came in. “Where’s Jim?” danger, knowing that no fish is an angler’s prize until he is killed, waded light matched the insects hatching.” - there. it beneath his quarry, lifted him out with a swinging movement and relaxed his weary right arm. ... For an instant the fish lay still, ‘curled in the mesh, gills working, and then he began to strain. The great fan slid up beyond the frame of the net and Steve, knowing the let to the surface with MacDonald.” No word was ‘ laid it on the table, moving the lamp — out some beard again, thoughtfully. wi’ us!” he demanded. “Ut’s room, . “I'll make a light.” He did not so much as glance at ‘ witheut reward but then the fish the Scot again. He came to a halt, Struck | ei For an instant thereafter the pool ‘lifted his rod higher, dragged the fish nearer, Then, with a sharp, de was Serene exeept for the V-shaped cisive thrust of the net, he slipped -orifffe where the leader penetrated. a my right to examine yer troot. 'Tis would not listen. ; my belief, when I kill mine, he’ll no “Stay, lad, stay! ‘Tis an evenin’ be so mooch lighter. ’Tis yer oblito mark: well, to celebrate, Ye must. gation to gi’ me’n hour!” ‘| stay th’ night. Ut’s been long since “Certainly !” replied Steve, trying I’ve had by me ’n angler such as ye to keep elation from his response. are! ‘The others, I’ve taught thum “Of course, Ill go with you, Mr. what they know. But ye, Flynn... “Stand there,” he said surlily when they had entered the dark “Don’t. do that, please! If I can't take him alone, I won’t take him,” Drake called. bac igs drop down to the great log structure which was the old. man’s retreat. Landing there, MacDonald walked heavily up the steps, canoe, then, and as the fish soundand “No, sir; and it’s a long way to headquarters.” : in his “Come and its occupants. He gave asharp nod but did not speak. He took out his net, stretched his arm, As the ed ae *“Ha’n’t ye a scale wi’ ye?” me doobts that he’s so much heavier thun yon. , ..- Ay!” He rummaged wading was. attached to his leader. The gut took the water without a riffle. Again he shot it forward and still again, and as it struck the third he havin’ a scale handy?” The Laird gestured for a halt on that. “I hae home, old timer!” Steve reaching for his landing net, he walked into deeper water where the kingly old veteran driftout into the shallow water below -ed with the flow. the pool, he began to cast. No fly It was then that he saw the canoe out he set the rod. what'll “What kind of angler are ye, not ward. “Come cried as, MacDonald, weigh?” current again; turned reluctantly but helplessly, as the rod drew back- used ities of his elders!” He turned then toward his waiting canoe and Steve stood with about to achieve the thing for which hopes falling to ruin about him. He he had set out this evening. He was on the point of stammering an marshaled his wit and his resources, apology but when, after hesitating, and then began to talk, slowly and he spoke it was no stammer, no atcarefully, telling the best story he tempt to excuse himself. Dangling At the ‘had ever told in his life! the trout by the gills, he called alend he sat back and nodded toward most casually: . the table and said: “Mr. into the} “TI of “sobering.” * * * a * & | after s coming in second! — xs For breaklast Steve and the Laird had portions of the trout, broiled crisp and brown. “Rood!” the old man muttered. “After all his years, all his triumphs, he ends up as food for his chief enemy! Ut’s so wi’ th’ country, lad: man destroys th’ wild to put ut to his use.” A brooding look was on his face. He sat silent for a time and try as he would Steve could not rouse him. As they finished, he said: ‘T’ll have to be getting back to headquarters now, Mr. MacDonald. There are things to be done today. Important things.” CONOCO RADIO PROGRAM NBC Network Wed. P.M. The old man nodded. “TJ onderstan’,” he said, half abs sently, “Ay. . Trouble’s heavy on th’ Flynns.” He sighed and stared through a window. “I’ve been thinkin’, James lad, since last night that I’m ’n old man at last. I made mysel’ a promise when I was 10:30 E.S.T., .9:30 C.S.T., 8:30 M.S.T, Among the many usets of Conoco Bronze thete are many yoong: that I’d accept age easy ’nd whose duties require them to be at their destinations in the graceful. 'Nd here, ut develops, I’ve been fightin’ ut off, shuttin’ my eyes tot! . .. Ay, I’m old. ’Nd do ye shortest possible time. s’pose, lad, that yer father’s still in th’ notion o’ buyin’ my timber?” Steve kept himself from shouting out a glad reply only by an effort. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Reign of Emperor Kublai Kahn Reign of the Mongol emperor, Kublai Kahn, began in 1259 A. 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