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Show . BAREE, Son of Kazan By James Oliver Curwood , Deebiedajr. Face at Ce.) WNU Barvlct his burrow In the dog corral, and at least twice between dawn and darkness dark-ness he would go to the birch-bark tepee and the chasm. His trail, soon 'eaten hard lu the snow, became as Hied as I'lerrot'e trup-llne. And then, of a sudden, Baree made n change. He spent a night in the lepee. After that, whenever he was at the (iruy Loon, during the day he always slept In the tepee. The two blankets were his bed and tbey were a part of Nepeese. And there, all through the long winter, he waited. The winter passed, and spring came, and still Baree continued to haunt his old trails, even going now and then over the old trap-line as far as the first of the two cabins. The traps were- rusted and sprung now; the thawing gnow disclosed bones and feathers between their Jaws; under the deadfalls were remnants of fur, and out on the Ice of the lakes were picked skeletons of foxes and wolves that had taken the poison hulls. The last snow went. The swolleu streams snng In the forests' and canyons. The grass turned green, and the first flowers flow-ers came. All these things were happening, and the birds had mated and nested, and still Nepeese did not cornel And at lust something broke inside of Bsree, his Inst hope, perhaps, his last dream; and one day he bade good by to the Gray Loon. No one can say what It cost him to go; no one can say how he fought against the things that were holding him to the tepee, the old swimming-pool, swimming-pool, the familiar paths In the forest, and the two graves that were not so lonely now under the tall Spruce. lie Chapter XII Continued 21 It was a wonderfully clear night after the storm cold and brilliant, with the shadows standing out as clearly as living things. The third Idea came to Baree now. He was, like all animals, largely of one Idea at a timea creature with whom al' lesser Impulses were governed by a single leading Impulse. And this I in pulse, In the glow of the starlit night was to rcuch as quickly as possible the first of Pierrot's two cabins on the trap-line. There be would dud Nepeese I We won't call the process by which Baree came to this conclusion a process proc-ess of reasoning; Instinct or reasoning, reason-ing, whatever it was, a fixed and positive posi-tive faith came to Baree Just the same. He. began to miss the traps In bis haste to cover distanceto reach the cabin, It was twenty-flve miles from Pierrot's Pier-rot's burned home to the first trap-etabln, trap-etabln, and Baree had made ten of these by nlghtfull. The remaining fifteen fif-teen were the most difficult. In the open spaces the snow was belly-deep BHd soft; frequently he plunged j through drifts in which for a few moments mo-ments he was burled. Three times ' during the early part of the night Boree heard the savage dirge of' the wolves. Once It was a wild paen of triumph as the hunters pulled down their kill less than half a mile awuy In the deep forest. But the voice no longer ca'lled to him. It was repellent a voice of hatred and of treachery. Euch time that he heard It he stopped In his tracks and suarled, while his spine stiffened. ' At midnight Baree came to the tiny amphitheater in the forest where Pierrot had out the logs for the first of his trap-line cabins. For at least a minute Baree stood at the edge of the clearing, his ears very alert, his eye bright with hope and expectation, expecta-tion, while he sniffed the air. There was no smoke, no sound, no light In tfie' rtne window of the log shack. Ills disappointment fell, on him even as he stood there; again he sensed the fact of his aloneness, of the barrenness barren-ness of his quest. There was a disheartened dis-heartened slouch to his body as he made bis way through the snow to the cabin door. He bad traveled twenty-flve twenty-flve miles, and he was tired. The snow was drifted deep at the doorway, and here Baree sat down and whined. It was no longer the anxious, questing whine of a few hours ngo. Now It voiced hopelessness and a deep despair.' Vhr half an hour he sat shivering shiv-ering with his buck to the door and his- face to the starlit wilderness, ns if there still remained the fleeting hope that Nepeese might follow after him over the trail. Then lie burrowed ' himself a hole deep In the snowdrift and passed the remainder of the night lrt unensy slumber. 'With the first light of day Baree resumed re-sumed the trail. He was not ro alert this morning. There was the dlseon- - ", chased him. That seemed but yesterday. yester-day. He entered the little meadew, and stood beside the great rock that had almost crushed the life oat of the Willow's body; and then he remembered remem-bered where Wakayoo, his big bear friend, had died under Pierrot's rifle and he swelled of Wakayoo'a whitened bones where they lay scattered In the green grass, with flower growing up among them. And now, for the first time in many weeks, a bit of the old-time eagerness put speed Into Baree's feet. Memories that had been hazy and indistinct through forgetfulness were becoming realities again, and as he would have returned to 1 the Gray Loon had Nepeese been there so now, with something some-thing of the feeling of a wanderer going go-ing home, he returned to the old beaver-pond. All through the month of August Baree made the beaver-pond his headquarters. head-quarters. At times his excursions kept him away for two or three days at a time. These Journeys were always al-ways Into the north, sometimes a little east and sometimes a little west, but never again into the south. And at last, early In September, he left the beaver-pond for good. ' It was almost December when Le-rue, Le-rue, a hulflireed from Lac Kaln, saw Bnree's footprints In freshly fallen snow, and a little later caught a flash of him In the bush. j "Mon Dleu. I tell you his feet are as big as my hand, and he is as black as a raven's wing with the sun on It!" he exclaimed In the Company's store at Lac Bain. -A fox? Non I He is half as big as a bear. A wolfoul! And black as the devil, M'sleus." McTaggart was one of those who heard. He was putting his signature In Ink to a letter he had written to the Company -when Lerue's words came to hi in. Ilia hund stopped so suddenly that a drop of Ink spattered on the letter. Through him there ran a curious cu-rious shiver as he looked over at the halfbreed. Just then Marie came In. McTaggart had brought her back from her tribe. Her big, dark eyes had a sick look in them, and some of her wild beauty had gone since a year ago. With scarcely a sound that the others oth-ers could hear Marie had whispered Into the Factor's ear, and folding his letter McTaggart rose quickly and left the store. He was gone an hour. Le-rue Le-rue and the others were puzzled. It was not often that Marie came Into the store; It was not often that they sow her at all. She remained hidden In the Factor's log house, and each time that he sow her Lerue thought that her face was a little thinner than the Inst, and her eyes bigger and hungrier hun-grier looking. In his own heart there was a great yearning. Many a night he passed the little window beyond which he knew that she was sleeping ; often he looked to catch a 'glimpse of her pale face, and he lived In the one happiness hap-piness of knowing that Murle understood, under-stood, ami that Into her eyes there' enme for an Instant a different light when their glances met. No one else ' knew. The secret lay between them and patiently Lerue waited and watched. "Some day," he kept saying to himself "Some day" and that was all. Lerue was thinking of this when McTaggart returned at the end of the hour. The Factor came straight up ' to where the half dozen of them were seated about the big box stove, and with a grunt of satisfaction shook the freshly fallen snow from his; shoulders. "Pierre Eustuch has accepted the government's offer, and Is going to guide the map-making party up Into the Barrens this winter," he announced. an-nounced. "You know, Lerue1 he has a hundred and fifty traps and deadfalls dead-falls set, and a big poison-bait country. coun-try. A good line, eh? And I have leased It of him for the season. It will give me the outdoor work I need three days on the trail, three days here. Kh, what do you suy to the bargain?" bar-gain?" . "It Is good," said Lerue. .. - "Yes, it Is good," said lioget. "A wide fox country," said Mons Route. "And easy to travel," murmured Valence Va-lence In a voice that was almost like a woman's. (TO feffi CONTINUED.) And Into the North He Went went. He had no reason simply went. It may be that there Is a Master whose hand guides the beast as well as the man, and that we know Just enough of this guidance to call it Instinct. For, in dragging himself away, Baree faced the Great Adventure. Adven-ture. It was there. In the north, waiting for him and Into the north he went ' It was early In August when Baree left the Gray Loon. He had no objective objec-tive In view. But there was still left upon his mind, like the delicate Impression Im-pression of light - and shadow on a negative, the memories of his earlier days. Things am. happenings that he had almost forgotten recurred to him, as his trail led him further and farther far-ther away from the Gray Loon; and his earlier experiences became real again,, pictures thrown out afresh In his mind by the breaking of the last ties that held him to the home of the Willow. Involuntarily he followed the trail of these Impressions of these past happenings, and slowly they helped to build up new Interests for hlm. He came to the blind canyon up which Nepeese and Pierrot had solnte droop to his tall which the Indians In-dians call the Akoosewln the sign of the sick dog. And Baree was sick not of body but of soul. The keenness n( his hope hnd died, and he no longer expected to find the Willow, The second cabin at the far end of the trap-line drew him on, but It inspired In him none of the enthuslusm with which he had hurried to the first. He traveled slowly and spasmodically, his suspicions of the forests again replacing replac-ing the excitement of his quest. He approached each of Pierrot's trups and deadfalls cautiously, and twice he showed his fangs once at a marten that snapped at him from under a root where It had dragged the trap In which It was caught, and the second time at a big snowy owl that had come to flteol bait and was now a prisoner at the end f a steel chain. H nuiy be that Baree thought It was Oohnomisew and that he stlO remembered remem-bered vividly the treacherous, assault und fierce battle. of that night when, us a puppy. 'he was dragging his sore and wounded body through the mystery mys-tery and fear of the big timber. For he did -more than to show his fangs, lie toretthe owl into pieces. . There' were plenty of rabbits In Pierrot's traps, and liaree did not go hungry. 'lie 'reached the second trap-Hue trap-Hue cabin hite In the afternoon, after ton hours -of traveling, lie met with 116. -very great disappointment here, for iie had not anticipated very much, jlie snow had banked this cabin even higher than the other. It lay three iVet deep against the door, and the tind(w was white with a thick coat-I.jof coat-I.jof frost. At this place, which was close to the edge of a big barren, and unsheltered by the thick forests far-liier far-liier back, Pierrot had built a-shelter f,r his firewood, and In this shelter Laree .made his temporary-home. All the .next day be remained somewhere uear Jhe end of the trap-line, skirting the jedg'e of the barren ami Investigating Investigat-ing jhe short side line of a dozen trap's. .which Pierrot and Nepeese had s'trnng through a swamp In which there had been many signs of lynx. If was the third day before he set out irri his return to the Gray Loon, alle did not travel very fast, spending spend-ing two days In covering the twenty-five twenty-five miles between the first and the second trap-line cabins. At the second sec-ond cabin he remained for three days, and It was on the ninth day that he reached the Gray Loon. There was no change. There were no tracks In the snow but his own, made nine days gn ' ', Baree's quest for Nepeese beer me now more or less Involuntary, a sort of dally routine. For a week he made |