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Show BEGIN HERE TODAY Had tho voice of her father, dead on thi battlefield of Franco attempted attempt-ed to reach tho oar of his daugter. ETHEL, CARBW ? Sho wondorod and mystery plied on mystery. Bound to the homo or her wealthy and grim old grnnclfath..r, LUCAS CULLEN, SENIOR, In St Florentln, whero ho lived near the scene of his early stru.'rjrh- for the timber lands of northern Michigan, tho km )m,j mot tnt. mysterious younw stranger who called himself BARNEY LOL'TRELLE Ho had asked ask-ed the way to Resurrection Rock, that Island of mystery In Lake Huron, Hu-ron, and then disclosed to Ethel a letter containing a message from Ethel s father. The letter wan written writ-ten at the time of tho armistice. "But my father," cried Ethel, "was killed In June!" (. o. WITH TIIK STORY "Yes; you told mo so " Loutrelle replied re-plied gently. "You don't mean father's allvo and Ethel liegun. "No." Ixiutrollo denied quickly "No; m.. you musn't think of that." "Do you know Boyne across there?" ho asked. Ton mean the nttlo town' What's that in do with my father?" "If I knew. I'd toll you right out." he assured But as It is, the only way 1 see Is to explain how that letter let-ter and what followed came to me; inK I bout " What?" Myself," ho said simply. She glunoeci up at him qultikly. "I don't know whore my own people peo-ple lived, or what they wore." Loutrelle Lou-trelle continued "But Bqyne is much like this," he glanced about at tho trees, second growth woods, only a bit older, and Indians like Asa Red-bird." Red-bird." ' You moan " "I lived with them, yes, Miss CreW, Until I was an Indian myself Some Chippewns a "o,l man. Azen Mabo and his wife had me." Ho said this quite without bitterness, bitter-ness, simply as a statement of a fact, but Ethel saw his lips press tightly together, involuntarily; his eyes gazed gaz-ed va.cantlr far away, and something within Ethels breast seemed to tug and draw taut. "Azen told mo he got mo from another an-other Indian a man named Noah Jo, who had o boat and moved around a good deal." Loutrelle went on. "Ho didn't find out much about me; for Noah Jo was sick when he sent for Azen and died nbout the time Azen got there. Azen took with me, Noah Jo's rifle and a boat und gear and sunn other things, one of them was a ring which Noah Jo said went vlth me. Azen showed It to me then. Miss Carew; and years later, he gave It to me Would you like to see it?" "Please," Ethel said, that strange tug pulling at her harder. What ho was saying to her was no oft-repeated or cheaply told tale, she was sure. It was an old ring, not marked with a date, but of a lashlon which suggested sug-gested a century, or two centuries gone. "What did that mean to you?" she asked, holding It a moment longer be fore gl ln It back He considered It for a moment holding It in the palm of his bare hand; they were proceeding slowly side by side. "Being a woman's ring," he said. '' supposed It was m mother's moth-er's whoever she was and however she happened to give It. and me to Noah Jo. So I Just kept the ring and trb d not to think too much about her Then the war came along, and I went." "In 1917?" "I got in our own army then; b-ut I had the luck to go Just after the Marne. with the Canadians. I spent the winter of 191.0-1916 in London. I mm ci riu, ivillui Hi:1, uu C IUICI1- os. with a slight wound. "All England. Miss Carew was full of people trying to get In touch with fellows who'd been reported killed, kill-ed, trying to reach their dead. You see. 'Raymond' had recently b :i killed " "You mean " "Sir Oliver Lodge's son; yes. Miss Carew. His father and mother and friends were receiving messages which they published and which they were sure must be from him, and thousands thous-ands of other people woro getting communications which thoy believed must be from their men who'd been killed." "Oh!" Ethel murmured again. She did not hoar what ho aaid during the next moments They were still following, mechanically mechani-cally and without effort, the wide course of tho old St. Florentln road. ' talked a lot about," Loutrelle Lou-trelle was saying when next she was conscious of hearing. "Somebody in that room teemed to know just about cerythlng concerning concern-ing me. And I found out that my father was dead, but my mother was lilng. Tho medium knew about my ring and Aben Mabo and Noah Jo about my friends In Boyne high school people I'd never mentioned to any one " "How did she know?" "That s what gave me a Jump Of course, she might have Named those things, it shed taken the trouble, or if Hus had sent a staff of detectives over hero. Everything could have been learned naturally." "Then why didn't you think It was1" I haven't said It was learned unnaturally, un-naturally, but It was such u nilverl ut of facts, Miss Care I'm normal, Miss Carew, I don't prefer weird explanations. ex-planations. But I iv i n 1 1 1 i walked tho streets of London that night " ' SO you bell. . , d " "Nothing yet. The next day I had to go back to France. I was at tho front: but Hus had stayed In London and kept trying .o find out more for me, and on November seventh wrote me tho letter I thowed you." "About my father!" "Yea Then I got a Bpecial discharge dis-charge 1 wired Hus in London that I was corning. But he wind back not to come to England, but to got passage t... America, said he waa writing writ-ing In explanation. This letter came two days laf. r " Jle halted ugaln and put his hand Into his coat pocket, drawing out an envelope similar to the other and with English stamp and postmark. Ethel recognized the same vigorous handwriting. hand-writing. Dear Barney: If you've no er taken anything on trust before, take this from mo, old top. Beat it for home particularly to the town of 01 Florentln In northern north-ern Michigan. Do you know it? Now I'll tell you why I'm ordering order-ing this. You'd say tosh and rot; but go! Particularly find a place named Resurrection or perhaps its a house or a town near the water. Walt around. There'll be someone named Bagley there and Carew not Philip Carow. I've mentioned before, unless there's mother; maybe a relation. i You're to toil Bagley vou'r Dick md you'll take things over. Now I ion't know what this refers to, and i neither will you, probably. But It's all I con find out. I den t think you'll learn more except by golnc. misbelieve mis-believe me, If I wore you, I'd go at once Hua P. 8. You may have to look out when you get there, But you can see to yourself. Ethel looked up "Did anything follow fol-low this?" "In explanation from HUB? Vfo." He put his letter away aand proccdeed We're coming to an old lumber camp." In silence. After a few minutes, the trail loft tho road abruptly and vanished van-ished between the trees to Hie south. "We're coming to an old 1 .jnber camp. ' Ethel said a little later. "No ono's there now. but we keep one cabin cab-in sound and stocked with firewood. Loutrelle pushed ahead and thrust open the weather-beaten door. He removed his skis and Ethel's also and stood them against the wall. Loutrelle closed the door, and a single, sin-gle, rudely glazed window lighted the Interior. A telephone Instrument was upon the wall. There was dry wood and brush under the chimney, and Loutrelle struck a match and started a blaze. After a few minutes, the bell ranc 'Ah' Ethel," her grandfather's VOlee recognized her with Irritable welcome. "So you did come, did you?" Ethel made the obvious response and inquired about him and about her grandmother, Inquiries which ho Ignored. Ig-nored. "You're at the cabin at last. I suppose. sup-pose. Alone?" Ethel scarcely hesitated before re-plying re-plying "No." but her grandfather noticed no-ticed the hesitation "No!" he mocked her quickly. "Why didn't you want to tell me that; who's with you? How many?" "A Mr. Loutrelle, grandfather." "Who's a Mr. Ixmtrello? A lawyer you're bringing, or one of your creditors?" credit-ors?" "No. grandfather Wo Just came this far together, that's all. He's on his way to Resurrection Rock." There was delay now at the other end of the wire, anil Ethel, as she waited, could hear the mumble but not the words of the old man talking to himself. "No one goes to the Rock. Ethel," he said at last aloud "If ho doesn t know' that, surely you must hao told him. Bring him here with you. my dear 1 would like to seo him Bring him here with you; do you understand?" under-stand?" "I understand, grandfather," Ethel Eth-el said. "Bring him here with you " tho old man ordered again and Ethel hoard him hang up the receiver. Ethel crossed to the door, and opening open-ing It, looked for Loutrelle. lb- had tramped on mrougn tne snow wnn-out wnn-out putting on his skis, and was evidently evi-dently exploring one of the old, dilapidated di-lapidated shacks on the other side of the road. "Sam Green Sky. an Indian. Is coming com-ing to meet us with a team," ."he announced. an-nounced. "I told my grandfather that you were with me. and he invited in-vited you to St Florentln." "Do you want mc to go with you?" he asked her directly. "No." she replied frankly. "That Is. If I were you, I'd go right out to Resurrection Rock " She had not considered at all what she said before she spoke; her words as one's words sometimes do had surprlsod her by betraying a fooling which had not yet formed Itself in her thought- "You may have to look mit when you got there,'"" She found the warning warn-ing from Loutrelle s friend Iterating Itself again to her. "Some one slept In that shack across there under hardly half a roof and no door," Loutrelle remarked. remark-ed. I V queer, shivery thought possessed her. She did not speak It; but Ixu-trelle Ixu-trelle did. 'Wonder If ho might bo Bagley?" (To Bo Continued) rtn |