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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH, UTAH The Plains of Abraham . v By James Oliver Curwood s' had killed them, and he must carry the word to Tonteur. Thought which had been wrecked and beaten until now possessed him with a flame behind it that began to. bum fiercely but which seemed to give no heat or excitement to his flesh. Only his eyes changed, nntll they were those of a savage, flinty in their hardness and without depth in which one might read his emotions. His face was white and passionless, with lines caught and etched upon it as if in bloodless stone., He looked at the hatchet again, and Odd heard the gasp which came from his Ups. The hatchet was a voice telling him things and gloating in the story it had to The Community And its Bank Savory Soups for Chilly Days by Doubleday Doran Co., Ine. WNTJ Service. THE STORY CHAPTER 1 With bis English wife son, Catherine, and twelve-ytar-ol- d Jeems," Henri Bulain, French settler In Canada in 174!). cultivates a fertile farm, adja ent to the Tonteur seign-eurie- . As tae story opens the Bulain family is on its way home from a visit to the Tonteurs. Catherines wandering brother, Hepsibah. meets them. CHAPTER II Hepsibah. as Is his custom, has brought presents for bis sister and her family To Jeems he gives a splendid piece of crimson velvet, laughingly telling the boy it is te be a present from Jeems to Toinette Tonteur, small daughter of the seigneur Hepsibah also gives Jeems a pistol, bidd ng him perfect himself In the marksmanship, for the inpeople ofofraids frontier are constantly fear by Indian war parties, allies of the English CHAPTER Ui Hepsioan fears for the safety of the Bulains, in their isolated position, but Henri laughs at the idea of danger. Jeems presents the Her cousin, Paul velvet to .Toinette Tache, a few years older than Jeems, contrives to throw the parcel away Jeems resents the action, and attacks Paul, but whips the smaller the-.atte- r bov CHAPTER IV Next day Jeems, reel ing he was wrong in brawling before Toinette, goes to her home to offer his apologies. He hears Madame Tonteu refer to himras a 'little English beast," but makes his apologies anc toes hom savins nothing of what he had overheard. Hepsibah takes his r'ne Tonteurs go to Que.eparture bec, where Toinette is to lie educated Aftef four years, during which Jeems practically reaches mannood, the Ton teura return. War between Britain and France flames, and French settlers hasten to join Dleskau, French commander. I.enri and Jeems remain at home Absent one day on a hunting trip, Jeems sees from a distance his 'inm in CHAPTER V. Continued. It was this which brought Jeems out of the depths into which he had fallen. He raised his head and saw his father again, and swayed to his feet. He began seeking Close by, near the pile of apples which she had helped him gather from under their trees on the slope, he found his mother. She. too, lay with her face to the sky. The little that was left of her unbound hair lay scattered on the earth. Her glorious beauty was gone. Starlight, caressing her gently, revealed to her boy the hideousness of her end. There, over her body, Jeems heart broke. Odd guarded faithfully, listening to a grief that twisted at his brnte soul. Then fell a greater silence. Through long hours the burning logs settled down Into flattened masses of dying embers. The darkness came which precedes the day, and after that, dawn. Jeems rose to face his blasted world. He was no longer a youth but a living thing aged by an eternity that had passed. It was Odd who led him in the quest for Hepsibah Adams. He sought like one half blind and yet sensed everything. lie saw the tramearth pled grass, the moccasln-heatcat the spring, a hatchet lost in the night, and on the hatchet an English name. But he did not find his nncie. In the same gray dawn, stirring with the wings of birds and the play of squirrels among the trees, he set out for Tonteur manor. He carried the hatchet, cluiching It as if the wood his fingers gripped held life which might escape him. Because of this hntchpt there grew in him a slow and terrible thought that had the strength of a chain. The weapon, with its short1 hickory handle. Its worn Iron blade, its battered head, might have been flesh and blood capable of receiving pain or of giving up a secret, so tenacious was the hold of his hand about it. But he did not see the Iron or wood. He saw only the name which told him that the English had come with their Indians, or had sent them, as his unde had so often said thev would. The English. Not the French. The English. And he held the hatchet as If It were an English throat. But he was not thinking that. The part of him conscious of the act was working unknown to the faculties which made him move and see. His thoughts were imprisoned within stone walls, and around these walls they beat and trampled themselves, always alike, telling him the same things, until their repetition became a droning in his brain. His mother was dead back there. His father was dead. Indians with English hatchetf n -- , i It Made Him Think More Clearly r ! Pressed on Him an Urge for Caution. v-- tell. It made him think more clearly and pressed on him an urge for caution. As he drew nearer to Tonteau manor, the instincts of awoke in him. They did not make him leave the open traU or travel less swiftly, but his senses became keener, and unconsciously he began to prepare himself for the physical act of vengeance. To reach Tonteur was the first obligation in the performance of this act. Tonteur still had a few men who had not gone with Dleskau, and as Jeems recalled the firing of guns, a picture painted itself before his eyes. The murderers of his father and mother had swung eastward from Forbidden valley, and the seigneur, warned by Hepslbahs fire, had met them with loaded muskets. He had faith In Tonteur and did not question what had happened in the bottom lands. Before this no doubt had crossed his mind as The English to Hepeibahs fate. hatchets had caught him, somewhere, or he would have come during the long night when he and Odd had watched alone with death. But now a forlorn and scarcely living hope began to rise in his breast as he came to Tonteurs hill an unreasoning thought that something might have driven his Uncle Hepsibah to the Richelieu, a hope that, after lighting his signal tire, he had hurried to the manor with the expectation of finding his people there. His father must have seen Hepsihahs warning across Forbidden valley, and had waited, disbelieving, while death traveled with the shades of night through the lowlands. He might see Hepsibah, in a moment, coming over the hill. . . '. Hepsibah, and the baron, and men with guns. . . , Even Odd seemed to be expecting this as they sped through the last oak open and climbed the chestnut ridge. Beyond were the thick edging of crimson sumac, a path breaking through It, and the knob of the hill where they had always paused to gaze over the wonderland which had been given by the king of France fo the stalwart vassal Tonteur. Jeems emerged at this point, and the spark which had grown In his breast was engnlfed by sudden blackness. There was no longer a Tonteur manor. There were no buildings but one. The great manor house was gone. The loopholed church was gone. The farmers cottages beyond the meadows and fields were gone,. All that remained was the stone gristmill, with the big wind wheel turning slowly at the top of It and making a whining sound that came to him faintly through the distance. Jeems, looking down, saw in the drifting veil of smoke a shroud that covered death. For the first time he forgot his father and mother. He thought of some one he had known and loved a long time ago. Toinette. As he had stood at the edge of the Big forest seeking for a figure that might have been his mothers, he now quested for one that might be But the same hope was not In his breast, nor the same fear. Certainty had taken their place. Toinette was dead, despoiled of her beauty and her life as his mother had been. A fury trlnmobed. oven him that was as . Toi-nette- s. are three savory, delicious VMUVf UUU h-Rb- ways for serving children part double boiler 15 minutes, or until of the daily milk ration which Tapioca Is clear, stirring frequently. is so vital to their health. These soupb Add onion juice and butter. 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Add milk mixture. Tapioca, salt, Serves 4. possessive in its effect as the color which blazed about him in the crimson bush. It had been growing in him since the moment he knelt at his fathers side; It had strained at the bounds of his grief when he found his mother; it had filled him with madness, still unformed in his brain, when he covered their faces In the early dawn. Now he knew why he gripped the English hatchet so tightly. He wanted to kill. His eyes turned from the smoke-fillevalley of the Richelieu to the south where Champlain lay gleaming In the sun miles away, and the hand which held the hatchet trembled In It yearning for the d new-bor- n life blood of a people whom he hated from this day and hour. He was vaguely conscious of the whine of the mill wheel as he went down Into the valley. He did pot feel fear or the necessity for concealing his movement, for death would not trouble Itself to return to a desolation But the wheel, as he so complete. drew nearer, touched the stillness with a note which seemed to ride with strange Insistence over the solitude, as If calling to some one. It became less a thing of iron and wood that was crying In Its hunger for oil, and more a voice which demanded his attention. It seemed to him that suddenly he caught what It was saying: the English beast the little English beast repeating those words until they became a rhythm without a break in their monotony except when a capful of wind set the wheel going faster. It was as if a thought In his brain had been stolen from him. And what it expressed was true. He was the English beast, coming as Madame Tonteur had predicted. Toinette had been right Fiends with white skins, who were of his blood, had sent their hatchet killers to prove It And like a lone ghost he was left to see it all. The mill wheel knew and, even in moments of quiet, seemed to possess the power to tell him so. With stubborn fortitude he faced the gehenna through which he knew he must pass before he could turn south to find his vengeance with Dleskau. Toinette belonged to him now as much as his mother, and it was for her he began to search. In a ditch which had run almost under the eaves of the loopholed church, he stumbled on a body. It had fallen among tall grass and weeds and had remained hidden there. It wore a Mohawk war tuft, and in one of Its stiffened hands was another English hatchet like the one Jeems had. A scalp was at the warriors belt, and for a moment Jeems turned sick. It was a young girls scalp, days old. As he advanced, he could see there had been an alarm and a little fighting. There was old Jean de Lauzon, the cure, doubled up like a jackknife, half dressed and with a battered old flintlock under him. He had fired the gun and was running for the church when a bullet had caught him between his thin shoulder blades. Jeems stood over him long enough to make notes of these things. He saw several more dark blotches on the ground quite near to where the thick oaken door to the church had There were Juchereau and been. Louis Hebert, both well along in years, and not far from them were their wives. Raudot was a fifth. He had d lad, and now he been a looked like a clown who had died with a grin on his face. These people had lived nearest to the church. The others had been too far away to answer the alarm quickly, but the result had been the same. Some had come to meet their death. Others had waited for it. Between this group and the smoldering pile that had been the manor, a lone figure lay on the ground. Jeems went to it sTowly. The sprawled-ou-t form was Tonteur. Unlike the others, the baron was fully dressed. He undoubtedly had been armed when he rnshed forth from the house, but nothing was left in his hands but the clods of earth which he had seized in a final agony. A cry broke from Jeems. He had loved Tonteur. The seigneur had been the one connecting link between his older years and the dreams of his childhood, and it was because of him that he had never quite seemed to lose Toinette. He crossed the dead mans hands upon his breast and loosened the earth from his fingers. He could feel Toinette at his side, and for a brief interval the sickness In his head and body overcome him so that he could not see Tonteur &t all But he could hear Toinette for-tress- slow-witte- sobbing. (To be Continued) Dirt Usefully Employed The dirt taken out when the Panama canal was dug was used to fill in swamps for the Gatun dam; also for building a causeway at the Pacific end. The dirt was carried to the places desired by 300 dump trains Hard Boiled vs. Easy Banker In another aspect the people of the community have a part to play in main taining the soundness of their hanks, and that is 'through the medium of patronage. The existence of a bank IS If dependent on public patronage. were in those banks patronized only which the most careful policies were practiced and the most conscientious and able men in charge, it would go far toward maintaining the standards of banking. If business men In a community when refused loans by their banka for good and sufficient reasons because conditions arc not favorable, thereupon withdraw their business to banks where less careful methods prevail, they clearly contribute to the creation of a less sound banking situation. Also if, in the heat of competition, a banker offers higher interest rates or more free service to attract customers than the earnings of conservative banking justify, and is encouraged by the patronage of the public as against a more conservative bank, obviously the public is again playing & part in bringing about a less sound banking situation. It Is an unfortunate fact that the banker who is strict, hard boiled if you please, is liable to he less popular than the easy banker, aniTTfy that same token'the public itself has a voice in influencing the character of banking. Also it is the public in the end which pays the main part of the penalty if unfortunate results follow. Still again the public can exert an influence in shaping the character of banking by supporting the purposes of bankers to maintain intelligent, independent, honest hanking supervision by the public banking departments through insisting that this function of government shall be kept as free from political Influence as the judiciary itself and shall be manned only by men of the highest ability and character. In still another way can the people themselves contribute to maintaining the ability of their banks to meet their obligations, and this is by granting them the fullest possible confidence. As I said, the deposits are not kept as cash but are Invested in loans and securities. Even the soundest assets of this type require some time to reconvert at full value into cash deposits. In many cases of bank troubles the only thing wrong with a bank was an unduly suspicious and apprehensive state of mind in its customers created .by no act or condition of its own but by baseless rumors which sometimes led them to destroy the value of their own deposits by demanding them immediately, forcing a bank to sacrifice its assets and otherwise disrupt its financial operations. Bankers Help During the year 1930 the Bankers' Association of Langlade County, Wisconsin, worked out the finances for a cooperative milk plant, which entailed! the raising of $100,000, and also sponsored an active campaign that culminated in an Achievement Day program, in which upwards of 400 young people participated. 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