. "W V EVESESO 1'UBLIC EDgjJ-lHlAPKLPirA). TUESDAY, FtfBJtfUAilY 4, 'iDJLS L.V F3 li c T J?Z) LANE THE STOBY TIIC3 TAX. -, ..The Red Lane U neither reea nor route. to to an IntUtatlon It U tmnrfUnt. The mt Xa eften patiei I)mo1Io' plate alaa an InetHatlon. Half ef the place fc) en SaiUto Urrltorr. and half en Anier tea. The bar la a wheeled track. The Heeet It Mid In American er Caadlan r. aceerdlnr to the nationality et "eecmOce" who are after Deaallen. re daothter h been educated la a eeorent echoot and knowe nothing of eearent eesaei ana Miewe ncumi or ear father's tmatneat. She arrltte home CHAPTER I-(Contlnoed) f A TOUNQ man leaped forward, seized J, her hand, and led her toward yatai, who stood without motion ana without words. When she came to him Uia father nut out to her his hand oaorous ,wiU, "ucuir t..r... ....... ' ... ,.,., .' . - in nn.i- mi. ..in iniiiir-. i.iiiipi 1 -- -- , J sho cried. He led her to a door which opened Into another part of the house. ."I shall tail: with you soon, Evan gWlne," he said. His shaking voice marked tho tumult of his spirit. 'When she was gona and the .door closed behind her, ho faced thcm, wae leanlny; against tho door, "I have had the surprise," ho told them, brokenly, his faco white, his eyes avoiding theirs. "My girl has come home from St. Basil. This place la closed for this night." They protested noisily; but he went among them, insisting with dogged de- termlnatlon. Tho drunken ones ho pushed out-of-doors. Ho buffeted those who tried to fight him off. The soberer teamsters went away after a time.' Ui.t Rut fnr m l.nnr th tullt tnln the uproar was brutal, and .S...U, .,..7 U..WML .... WbU...., U..M l afterward men lingered outside and hjiwled coarse Insults at Vetal Beau- lhau, barricaded in his house. For , the first time In tho memory of those : men of tho border the door of Beau lleu's Place waa closed against a man i who had money In his list and wanted to buy liquor. But Vetal Bcaulleu was now face to face" with a girl who had become a Woman after those few moments of shame and agony. His money had educated her, had given her breadth of intellect, love of honor, deep re ligious feeling, poise and character. He waa a cowering and guilty Trank rnsteln, menaced by that which his dollars had raised up. Eeforo her his spirit and his money-greed took fright. His one excuse, which had served his conscience through the years that he had taken toll for her sako from thoso who fared along the Monarda highway to provide for her future seemed a weak excuse now when ho stammered it her eyes searching l.U &oul. Men who battered at tho plank door and were not answered listened at the cracks, heard voices of appeal, rebuke and protestation, and went away, not understanding. At last the voices ceased. ne who arrived singing, "We'll our nags- at Beaulleu's Place, where the morson flows so free," swung his cart so that he could peer from his high seat through one of the windows. Ho saw Vetal Beaulleu seated beside his truck, alone. Beau lleu would not open his door. CHAPTER II The Courier of Tliree Thousand Sheep XTETAL. 3EAULIEU was still wide awake when the first sleepy cheep ing of birds hinted that dawn was at ' hand. He sat in his hard chair, his elbows on his knee. He lifted his head and, with re-fldded eyes, saw the gray light of-esfrllest morning smear the aky between the crowding spruces which gridironed his eastern win dows. Solltarj', in the dim spaciousness of tSe big general room of Beaulleu's OPlace, he had cursed, ho had stamped ,VWit In the night's silences, ho had 'i ia.SB.elt Into noisy tears once more. He fJt had Inherited the mercurial tempera- l nwuii vi 1119 Acaiuiixi zoreoears. rrom . extreme io exircmo or emotion his tu e BauHuoue feelings carried him. '? Now and then in the night the , r , smoky oil-lamp had given signal to 1 Y thoso who traveled along the Monarda ', " highway that some one was awake E within Beaulleu's house. They had ' beaten upon the door and shouted Im- , patiently when Vetal did not lift tho " bar. Beaulleu growled oaths and eat with fingers thrust Into his gray hair, ' hie palms against his ears. ' t ' "VThen the rattle of the carts was f tailed by distance and died, the hush oC a forest night settled on the house in Monarda clearing. The shrilling of June frogs in Hagas swamp was - stilled. The single lamp's flame burned . -,re43y within Its smoky chimney. Mice out oz uie waits ana noseu wa- at cigar butts and litter on tho ept floor. When Vetal wiped his i and found voice and cursed and stamped about, they scurried away lata their cracks. When he was still again, sitting with elbows on his fcMsaa, they came out and nibbled at -" .fSHBhar crumbs here and there. I 3 '"""""' tr ""?"' ur"M mfmrK -0B. . .-.A vaMh.a, muw. . -mnrrrumw nnn mm ArmrAV ..... thoughts did not cheer him. Men heard Vetal Beaulleu curse, as he oareed this night In the solemnity silences before the dawn. But had ever seen him weep. He his fingers In his hair and JBa.had pride of race, Beaulleu had! Wm forebears were of the Grand Pre V Aeadlans, of tho Basin of Minna. VMHaUeu'a folks had not been trans- to the South by the hatod Eng- Oaly the sheep of tho Grand Pre had riven themselves into the I tha oppressors, ho was ac- lo ooasc vetai ueauueus father had been a lion and ted had easaped With Ills ana hla stock, by trail &n& by ha had ascended tho broad St. fatta Ui fastnsM ,of thewllder- I cropped tlio closo grass of Frances he had cows whoso strain had been pre served In straight descent from dams brought off the. Islo of Jersey, Ho paid his debts promptly ho had saved his money, hj reflected with pride. Ho had met all comers without regret, without shame, in his business. Beau Ileus had kept tho villago wine-shops , anc,cnt Normandy, . , . . , , 1-..a i.-. .. 4 l.l ........... I .. -...1 ".la.i"VO " 1U VU1UVO 111 ilUiil UU pr as ho sat KTC lTu7h of midnight and later In tho dim early . Then the fresh new day began to ..,. . ,.. .. na ioirna ttiti iirar ciiriiei in '",";, ,,"'..".;:;. ' breezes, though the cast was not jet, OT. But ho did not heed tho world " f doors' The wlndowa "ero. I close shut. Tho stalo odors of liauors . - 1 and tho scent of dead tobacco mingled, 1 Tho sweet dews of morning trlcktedi on the panes outside, and tho cool I scents of Monarda forest were nil about, but ho did not open to let thorn In. The stalencsi within doors seemed to suit his mood: the foul air. 'confined there, was as Utter m his thoughts. Tho lamp's flamo had been dying. Xow it winked out, leaving stench of charred wick to minglo with the malodorous atmosphere. To ono keeping vigil, absorbed in troubled thoughts, it is night co long as tho light of tho evening before i stays burning. Tho lapso of time is ... ................ .- -. rr.1.- not noteu- veiw nui m. .. ' Inflows showed him that tho first s ol ua"" "" "' " -"" heard now and then the drowsy chirp l 01 Oirus. lie ruso sum siaei,eil-u awui a bit. Tumbling in the dim light he poured a dram for himself. It was white rum, and flerj'. But it seemed to him that its fires suited his hot resolution. For ho had resolved! Ho muttered, moving about the room, making sure that the window catches were fastened, yawning oven as he cursed, continuing his sullen monologue. Then, as faint, almost, as the ticking of tho old clock on the shelf above the truck, he heard tho dull' clip-clop of a horse's hoofs far down tho broad white road of clay. The rider was hurrying his animal, for the sound grew louder with each second and its staccato showed that the horse waa galloping wrldly. Be foro Beaulleu had finished his round of the big room the horso had stop ped at the broad door. The master of Beaulleu's Place paid no attention to tho first knocking, though it wa's sharp and insistent the beating of a whip-handle on the oak planks of tho door. It continued. The horso had raced up from the Province sido of tho boundary. Vetal, growling, hla forehead wrinkling with apprehension, pushed his truck along ' tho floor to the American eldo of the I painted line. Evidently the man out- cm h.nr.1 t mi,i f ti,. irn side heard the rumble of the iron ,' vheels, "Open up, Vetal! It's Dave Rol! I hear j-ou. Open up!" Beaulleu threw tho wooden bar out av ISaaaK 2L Jf VBmbtvJ 11 stir mMM-" mtmflr? nBLsHSiaaBsr.-'''--.uUJBL.'7-. wmmLi&f10fFS?.ilVl. i "VOir .-'r ki-m. aaWW,j;aaf;K--i.-tn'-,,...'.jM5v-,'.?-iJ--' UdaaW, W r tSiiy-VaWWW li-.'S.tH: V W&&iV& :; ! 0 id m i mm it i m iiw i t 9r A&eew ii " if ii r TrSaaar ri . i .'.l -, . i . i jii of its slot, and tho door swung wido.ithen tno 8Ubtle analyst would have xno cooi oreatn or tno aawn was wait ing there at the threshold and rushed In upon the tainted atmosphere of tho big room. The man who bad knocked came, too, with the impatience of one to whom minutes are precious. ovmnuvui-is "STtSiMUtr'Xhera a Kegmar Hound AAlSSOFUu:.r Ta 3U tbl Asd l PvOMD OFREADW&;j f n f fcGODltoA;r AM Cii-TI?"7$ v-i' .;. l P.. yV r tH Zf. " F-M'5ai.J vvsrV'ra'j v. v y s WZwtW Jtv vJyi '. ' its " dm By HOLM AN DAY A Romance of the Border "It takes pou a Ions tlmo to wako up." "So, by gar, It takes me a lone tlmo to so to sleep," retorted Votal, sourly. "I have not closed my eyes this night." "Xclther have I, but thcro are many better things in this life than sleep ing." Ho laughed with ttio boisterous Atf n n-t n nil. A. A mm at.. I. 4nn 1tn J" T "Y " w ntc. Vetall S oep whllo tho good priest preaches. Sleep wen thereto nothing clso to do. But, when there's fun or business on. don t waste your tlmo snufllng feathers." .,. , .,. . n.. "o smacked gloved palm against Beaulleu's shrinking shoulder and strode to tho truck. Ho poured liquor for himself with tho freedom of one ------ euro of his ground in Beaullcu's Place- Ho drank and tossed tho lost drops from the glass upon tho floor an Instinctive libation according to me out Acauian nami, Vetal watched hls guest intently. Ho puckered his eyes and looked Itol , up and down. Ho acted liko ono who has felt called on to make a new appraisal of a friend. "Look here what kind of lies lute Ho se,emed to be satlsfjlng his doubts, assuring himself that certain things wero so. Ho saw a j-oung man who waa brusquely alert, full of the arrogance of strength, telling tho world by the up cock of his black mustache, the tilt of his cap, the trim neatness of his corduroy riding-dress, that Davo-Rol had full belief in himself. One subtler in analysis than Vetal Beaulleu might have disregarded tho externals and seen something more than mero con fident j'outh In the air of this rider of the night. The stare he now turned on Vetal was hard and suddenly sus picious. His black eyes glittered. There were telltale lines about thoso eyes. "What Is it? Say it!" "I say nothing, but I only think that yu we a mighty fine-looking young man" Btated Vetal Promptly and son h- as thouel replying to some ffoubts lls had teen entertaining. "And I tWnlc that something must bo tho matter with that girl what throw you : away If there is some girl that throw j you over." I "Look here, what kind of lies have you been hearing about mo?" Just been still less impressed by Dave Rol's extcrnals. "I hear no lies. I say that you look very good and that some fine girl any I girl would say so," Insisted Vetal, con- tlnulng his Inspection of the young OW.T LOVE B0fi f rr,i I I -,-,.TS-J5.V J XMimm MSmmmt ' . jmWSs- gWi'KgI, tf -iT TfiS?X5i' WSBMSft'fiP.W .-- ? mwff smimBafmr Mem. v '&X-m m$&$mi$h ff-Nvt AHJThemu ,MIST2R SM.THER4 READ A IM A BEARtfA OEAL bo LJSrfT LtTeffOboR DEUCATE fs- rav - "h ' , W-'i m .-..v . Jr. .WO .HiLX Stfi ysspi Author of "King Spruce," "Tio Ram rodders," Tio Skipper and the Skipped," etc. I man Tn question In a way which mad'o tho subject uneasy "I know what you mean, Votal. But, look here, you can't afford to believe overythlng )'ou hear about a fellow along this border. Man to man, now, what's a chap going to do when tho girl herself puts up her flnger? Ah, ru-.i . i .. .... . ., rv, -ni.cn jour ungc.no comes homo to us. when tho nrlant mvh ttin fine words, then jou'll see how I can straighten out. Now. man to man, au i,i. .- -ii ,... i w" "'' u v awe ,r w i aivna "What I hear I forget. I was not talking to you about what I hear," muttered Vetal. When tho young man had spoken tho girl's namo Vetal's countenanco twisted with a grimace, in which anger and soriow mingled. "I'm glad you haven't been sitting up all night worrying about me," re- marked Kol, recovering ills sclf-pos- session. At tho first words of Vetal ho had shown tho qulck.alarm of oho expect- i .i., ..rin.i. ., ., ,.. ,. ..aii..,.. w. - rw.v..... His uneasiness had been increasing ever slnco his arrival. Ho had found Beaulleu red-eyed and sullen a'ftcr a night's vigil. The man had been star- .v- 0" jou been hearing ubout me?" ing him out of countenance. Vetal had begun upon a peculiar subject for discourse at that time In tho morning. "A fellow hag to flit about a bit while he's waiting for the real girl," protested Rol. Ho waa taking courage from Vetal's assurances. "Havo all your foolishness over with before mar riagethat's what I believe In. I ride here and I ride there, Vetal. You know what the border Is! I klsa and gallop away and nobody l harmed. If anybody comes to j'ou with anj' other kind of a story it will bo atlle; I've been waiting all these ears for j-our girl, Vetnh She's the ono for me. Oh, yes! Xo one else counts. And It can't be much longer that she'll keep f me waiting, eh? Tho elsters-at St. Basil must have told her all there is to know!" He was chattering eagerly, as one anxious to Justify himself. "They tell a girl a great deal at St, Basil," muttered Beaulleu, walking to the door, his stubby fingers clutched into his gilzzled beard, tears starting' to his eyes. But anger succeeded grief, as wrath had followed tears while he was alone In the watches of tho night. Ho camo back into the room. He stamped about his truck. aprvKr; irvrtiBixTK'ffvjs -: "Mayoe, ch, they teach girls to be'the?;tre V"Y at the next Saturday ashamed of good fathers who worked hard all the days to lay up money i that makes all the girl's llfo easy for her." ' I H0. shook his finger at the liquors i as ho marched' about them. "My great-l for Books . - ... OH,AUTHE"fiME) WHILE X WAS AT THE SHORE LA&T SMkAAACR I 1?EAb REAX You 1 rarf OVER THIRTY ftOoa , rt'ikfMtr- tv,",w i A "'WaS-eiVI HP I. 'g&J, 1..Y.WI VFrRTi'tf-v Pith?- pit iaWlS . t t U " -5 ( . a. grandfather kept his wineshop, Dave Hoi, and ho never lost tho respect. Our peoplo havo Jie respect for tho wineshop. It Is good for the people." Itol was staring at Beaullou. He .1 1.1 Vint l(Hil.HlnJ ILL .. ...1-....I ...v. nvh uuuvioiuiiu hub uuiuursi. "And I am not a bad man becauso . I I sell what tho people want to buy." "that's the matter with you, Ve tnl? You can't afford to nay any at- tentlon to what thoKft infnmnl Ynn. my ubout rum-selling. Thcy'ro only hypocrites. They like to come hero tanu t and buy. Lot 'cm talk. What if you d t Yankc0 duUosd em - ' lu,,KCO uunes u em and , U'5?? d, I''0 f ! ve-llc'e7 "ot had passed tho painted "" ubiik i.io Doracr inio ino province. "That's why you can give fi.o r.., .i. .i i .... ii .. the good peoplo tho better liquors, iuu uuu i tun grin anu ici an or em talk. Wo stand together, you and I do, Vetall I pay no attention If they Ho about j-ou. Pay no attention if they Ho about me." "And I glvo my good money all to her somo day!" walled Vetal, with wnat seemed Irrclcvanco to Itol. "She shall havo it, nnd you shall havo 16" "It will come in handy, of course, hut I shall havo plenty of my own," ., ....... .i -...;.. .. oltcu l..u juuntr ii.u.i, uiniy. iieiio said, quietly. "I may not bo back inarched to and fro. Ho shook his fist for somo time, Sandy." 'at tho Stars and Stripes draped on In "la aecP shadows outside he tho wall of tho room. "I cleaned up st?'Jd glns l th9. ubt, In, Thorpe's ten thousand dollars last year, Vetal, s snruce IlJ did no? aSSSSIr? right under their peaked Yankee noses, I've got three thousand sheep back thcro on tho road right now. I'm riding In ahead of them. Hero you 'and I havo been wasting time! We've been talking about nothing for ten J0,, ,lrc' M1? terrible fear that had mlnutr TM't ,in,v t uL. V falIen Pn him at MacDougall's words minutes. Lets get down to business! hcM hlm motionless., and his brain I say Ivo got three thousand bleaters worked upon but ono Idea one deter back there on tho road. You don't mlnatlon. If It was Jeanno who came know anything, do you? No tips, ch?" In th'3 ?,' ho would k.lu Thorpe. If It r was another woman, he would give (CONTINUED TOMORROW) ' Thorpo that night to get out of tho THE DAILY NOVELETTE THE WELCOME RIDE By Margaret L. Ahem -.,, ,. ,,,,., ... I milE tWO Bailor lads. thv warn luirrlltf i i ' ' j -m ULPr i vveni v. iriiiivpii rrTtr ,rn. tin.r way aimlessly, bands In their reefer pockets and whistling to keep up their RD'rIt8. It Watt Ollft of thnRA ram Kiln. I days In winter, not too ccld. with a sun ny blue sky. The roads were dry and hard, and although It tnu rnrli- mnm. Ing, thrones of nutolbts were already starting oft on pleasure trips. Jinny Were comfortable ill clnKt1 rnra whlln others, rosy-cheeked and bundled in furs, went swiftly byjn open cars. Jimmle. one of tho boys in uniform, stopped whistling nnd gave a deep b'kIi. "If I wero at Lome now," he began remlnlscently, "I'd he greasing the old car and filling her up with gan. Then all the folks would pile In. nnd ma would Jiaie our lunch basket It'b almost ns blir as a clothes hamper and we'd ho off for tho day. Out an far as the Falls, mavbe. ct perhaps to Uncle Steve's ranch. We'd get back Just before It got dark, and Hannah would hatn a man's size dinner all ready for us. We'd havo appetites like starving steers. 1 ean almost smell the roast beef nnd the gra y and " "Stop tltat.' his chum. Dick InterrJpt ed rudely, "or Jou'll havo my teeth 'watering' In a minute. I've an Idea. .Ilnimle; let's sit here by the road nnd trust that an auto will come along with two empty seats In It." Accordingly they sat down and watched the passing procession hope fully. It began to look tin though they were out of luck when a gray roadster with two empty seats camo ntong. Two ladles were tho only occupants, and they seemed to be havlne trouble. The car slowed down, chug-chucced for a while, nil the tlmo emitting from Its In terior mysterious sounds that would strike terror to anv lailv nmtnHAt'n I heart, and finally camo to n complete stop. Tho driver frantically worked the spark lever and throttle up and down nnrt tried the self-starter, but with no success. Jlmmln smiled at Ids filoml. "rtora'a our chance. Richard Earl Palmer. Come along, quiCK. The two of them hastened oer to the gray car. Jimmle. politely offered his services, explaining that he was an electrician in the navy nnd thoroughly familiar with gasoline engines. I Mrs. Windsor, thej driver, had got out. opened up the hood, and waa squirting oil about from a small. can rather la- lshly. She sighed with relief nt Jim mies offer. "If you bojs tan help me out, and have nothing else to do. you shall be my guests for the day," she said gratefully. With an Instinct for finding engine trouble, and the added Incentive of her promise, It took Jlmmlc only a few mlnuteB to find that there was n loobe connection at the Ignition switch. He fixed it easily, and then, nt Mrs. Wind sor's request, tried the self-starter and found that it worked without difficulty. That was the beginning of one of the happiest days Jimmle and Dick had spent Blnce leaving home. Mrs. Wind sor, seeing the eagerness shining ln JImmle's eyes, had generously offered to let him drive. She sat beside him. nolntlng out the roads, while Dick and her companion sat In back. By the time they reached their des tination, a country Inn famed for Its good dinners, the four were good friends and had exchanged confidences. The bojs learned that the car belonged, to Mrs. Windsor's only son, who was over seas, and that she had been driving It since he went away, but waa almost dlscouraifed by her frequent mishaps. They discovered, too. that nh wnn rn 1 lonesome as. they were, nnd that sho lived in a large house, but was consid ering giving It up and going back to a hotel to live until her son came back. After a delicious and hearty dinner at the Inn they all enjoyed the long drive back to Mrs. Windsor's house. She insisted that her two guests stay for supper and spend the evening. Jimmle and Dick made themselves at home Immediately. They romped wltn frisky collie, played the piano and sang ior tne.r i.osieaB, Al 10 tlle- rolnptnnflv departed for their ship, but not until they had prontlsed to spend tho next week-end with Mrs. Windsor. Ana sne, between arranging for a pe0pie to a dance at her home Satur- day evening, orgot all about her lone- JiT hotel, and wrote her s?n the most cheerful letters he had received In a n w "' nuycaiiV"0n,pU ao",et,' "JVhen is That so! THEM H&U MUST HAVE SEEM ' THROUGH THE SAUTTERS OF AII6HT c - '. i'i vmm B s PHfe-li frr- :yi7t"i Kv i BBem "S. - 'am . iV ;Wri FLOWER OF THE u. By CHAPTER XX-(Conllnned) t( A YOUNG woman," said MacDou- i " Ball , v I th emphasis. "I don t know who sho Is, but I do know that she hasn't a right there or sho wouldn't sneak in llkt a thief. I'm going to be blunt damned blunt. I think she's 'on0 ot ue other men's wives, ... ,,. ,,, ,.. Thcro "Haven't you ever looked you could recognize her?" -to see If said Mac- nuvcni uau uu raana. I "ouKal' "She's been wrapped up both times, and as It was none of my busl- j nesa T dldn.t ,ay ,n ,valt But now , us up to j'oul Phlflp roso slowly. Ho felt cold. Ho put on his coat and cap, and buckled on his revolver. His faco was deadly white when ho turned to MacDovgall. "Sho Is over there tonight?" ' "Sneaked in not half an hour ago. I saw her coma out of the edgo of the spruce." "From tho trail that leads out over the plain?" "Yes." Philip walked to the door. .. ".'. ytcr io can on inorpe." but leaned with his back against the b,u"dln?- near one of tho windows. Tho 21? ?hiMc3.n..g. .BicHnes?.. JS. 50n? the sound of a voice insldo which was Thorpe's the chill in his blood turned cuumry. no wauea. wo nearu tne gang-man's voice frequently, once In a loud, half-mocking laugh. Twice hi heard a lower voice a woman's. For an hour he watched. Ho walked back and forth in tho gloom of tho tpruce, and waited another hour. Then the light went out, and ho slipped back to the -corner of tho cabin. After a moment tho door opened. ,l - 1 ..i n ...5 ... uu h. nuuuuu iiKuru cuine uui, unu walked rapidly toward tho trail that burled itself amid tho Bpruce. .Philip ran around the cabin and followed. There was a little open beyond tho first fringe of spruce, and In this he ran up silently from behind and over took the one ho was pursuing. As Mb hand fell upon her arm the woman turned upon him with a frightened cry. Philip's hand dropped. He took a step back. "My God, Jeanne It is yoxi!" His voice was husky, like a choking man's. For an instant Jeanne's white, terrified face met his own. And then, without aword to him, she fled swiftly down tho trail. . Philip mado no effort to follow. For two or three minutes he stood llko a man turned suddenly into, hewn rock, staring with unseeing eyes Into the gloom where Jeanno had disappeared. Tliiirt ! itollffi(l lnfO? In tlio aAtra rt . tho spruce. Thero ho drew his ro-1 volvcr, and cocked It. The starlight revealed a madness tn his face ns he approached Thorpe's cabin. Ho was smiling, but it was such a smile as presage!) death, a smilo as implacable as fate itself. CHAPTER XXI AS PHILIP approached the cabin he saw a figure stealing awaj1 through the gloom. His first thought was that he had returned a minute too late to wreak his vengeance upon the gang-foreman in his own home, and he quickened hi. ateps In pursuit, ii.e iiiun uiieuu ui mill wua tuiuns direct for the camn supply-house. I which waa tho nightly rendezvous of V those who wished to play cards or exchango camp gossip. The supplj--house, aglow with light, was not more than 200 j-ards fiom Thorpe's, nnd Philip saw that If he dealt out the Justice ho contemplated he had not a moment to lose. Ho began to run, so quickly that he approached within a dozen paces of the man he was pursuing without being heard. It was not until then that he mado a discovery which stopped him. The man ahead of him was not Thorpe. Riiddpnlv. lookincr hpvond hlni. lie saw a second llguro pass slowly through j tho lighted door of tho supply-house. ' Even at that distance he recognized the gang-foreman. He thrust his re volver under his coat una fell a little further behind the man he had mis- STARUKti S There are starlings In the marshes at Leaguo Island Navy Yard. ' There's no doubt at all about it, for I'm talking by tho card. I got it from a fellow on a Bow Creek car todaj As to Point Breeze we were sprint ing In a merry kind of way. There was suddenly a flutter and a bird-cloud overhead. "Them there's starlings!" said my neighbor, and I Joyed In what ho said. If I over saw a starling we were never introduced, , But as a Joyous harbinger I'm giving it a boost; If I ever heard a starling, I ne'er recognize 'Its song; But I know It is a good thing, so I'm pushing it along. For 'tis evident the birdies tha't I gaze upon today Were Informing good old 'phlllle good young Spring Is on her nay. GRIF ALEXANDER. , i - Copyrirht, 1010, by tha Public OH-MO. rii, Had ours closed, IT WAS hot most of m V""" rV f"-? WiisZii iXi frtfzrrwlrA : fXVd JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD r taken for Thorpe, so that when the I latter passed within tho small circle of light that camo from tho supply-! liouso wmaow no was fifty Instead of a dozen paces away. Something In tho other's manner, something strangely and potently familiar in his slim, lithe form, in tho quick, half-running move ment of his body, drew a Bharp breath from Philip. Ho waa on tho point of calling a name, but it died on his lips. A moment more and tho man passed through tho door. Philip was certain that it was PIcrro Coucheo who had followed Thorpe. Ho was filled With a sudden fear as ho ran toward tho store. Ho had scarcely crossed tho threshold when a glanco showed him Thorpe -leaning upon a narrow counter, and Pierre close beside him. He saw that tho half-breed waa speaking, and Thorpe drew himself erect. Then, as quick as a flash, two tilings happened. Thorpo's hand went to his belt, Pierre's sent a lightning gleam of steel back over his shoulder. The tcrrlblo drlvo of the knife and tho explosion of Thorpe's revolver, came in tho samo Instant. Thorpo crumpled back over the coun ter, clutching at his breast. Pierre turned about, staggered, and saw EJilllp. His eyes lighted up, and with a moaning cry ho stretched out his arms as Philip sprang to him. Above tho sudden tumult of men's feet and excited voices he gasped out Jeanne's name. Half a dozen men had crowded about them. Through the ring burst -MaoDougall, a revolver in his hand. Pierre had becomo 'a dead weight in Philip's arms. "Help mo over to the cabin with him, Mac," ho said. He looked around among the men. It struck him as curious), even then, that he saw none of Thorpe's gang. "Is Thorpe done for?" he asked. "Ho's dead," replied some ono. With an effort Plerro opened his eyes. , "Dead!" he breathed, and In that one word there was a tremble of Joy and triumph. a "Tako Thorpe over to his cabin," commanded Philip, as he and Mac Dougnll lifted PIcrro between them. "I will answer for this man." They could hear Pierre's sobbing breath as they hurried across the open. They laid him on Philip's bunk and Plerro opened his eyes again. Ho looked at Philip. "M'sleur." he whispered, "tell me quick If I must die!" MacDougall had studied medicine and surgery beforo engineering, nnd took tho place of camp physician. Philip drew back whllo he ripped open tho half-breed's garments and bared his breast. Then he darted to his bunk for the satchel in which he kept his bandages nnd medicines, throwing off his coat as he went. Philip bent over Pierre. Blood was oozing slowly from tho wounded man's right breast. Over hla heart Philip noticed n blood-stained locket, fastened by a bablcho string about his neck. Pierre's hands groped eagerlyi for Philip's. "M'sleur j'ou will tell me If I must die?" he pleaded. "There are things you must know about Jeanne If I go. It will not hurt. I am not afraid. You will tell me " "Yes," said Philip. He could scarcely speak, and while MacDougall was at work stood so that Pierre could not tee his1 face. There was a bobbing note In'PIerre's breath, nnd he knew what it meant. He had heard that same sound more than once when he had shot moose and caribou through tho lungs. Five minutes later MacDougall straightened himself. He had done all that ho could. Philip fol- lowed him to tho back PWt of the room. Almost w thout sound h s lips , -. -,..... . u.u. "s, said MacDougall. "There Is no hope. He may last until morning." Philip took a stool and tat down beside Pierre. There was no fear In the wounded man's face. His eyes were clear. H(s voice waa a, little stronger. DREAMLAND ADVENTURES . By DADDY A. complete new adienture each cctU, beginning Monday and tnding Saturday 'THE STRANGE NEW ' ANIMAL" (Ater Lonesome Dear helps save the Wild Oeese Jrom the Fluinp Ogre, he is attacked by the Ogre, who Uf about to shoot htm when Billy uses a bean shooter to spoil the Ogre's aim.) CHAPTER II Lonesome Bear Is Trapped t(fVClll I'm stung!" j-elled the " Ogre, hopping around on one foot and holding his nose In his hand. "Puff !" Billy Belgium blew another bean through the shooter, catching the Ogre on the tip of his ear. "Ouch! Help I Help!" shouted' the Ogro. "Puff!" Still another bean lift him upon the neck. Billy was making It hot for the Ogre so Lonesomi aar would have plenty of time to escape. "What's the matter?" cried the aba tor, who had been filing the Ogre's air plane. Ho came running up waving an ax. "I was jibout to shcot that hiost pe culiar bear when I was attacked by a sawrm of ferocious bees. Ouch! Oh! Oh !" And the Ogre danced briskly about as a bean landed closo to his eje. "Bees I What aro j-ou talking about? Why, there are no bees thlrf early In tho spring." The aviator looked at the Ogre In astonishment. But Just then a bean landed on the aMator's nose. "Wcw! What's that7" he yelled. "Puff I" A bean hit hlm smUVtly on the cheek. "Ouch 1" "Didn't I tell jou bo? We've found a new variety of winter bees. This dis covery Is m03t wonderful. I'll write a book on It," shouted the Ogre, "puff!" Bit XI AV.1 A n n tty JUAl'WAlW Ledger Co. Y&MEVER 'j!Wi'. 'S IV'i J J V SO TERRIFIC ThpTinu! ry-v- V ,l inn .'Y: SVjf" ral"H tc av N?,if eV; a. a vi.ii'ii'if ","- t;T"i. 'J NORTH "I w,lll die, M'Bleur," ho said, calmly. "I am afraid bo, Pierre." Pierre's damp fingers closed about his own. Ills eyes shono sottlj, and ho smiled. "It is best," ho said, "and I am glad. I feel quite well. I will live for some time7" "Perhaps for a few hours, Pierre." "God vis good to mo," breathed Pierre, devoutlj". "I thank Him. Are wo nlono?" "Do you wish to bo alone?" "Yes." Philip motioned to MacDougall, who went Into tho llttlo ofllco room. "I will die," whispered Pierre, softlj. as though he were achieving a triumph. "And evcrj'thlng would die with me, M'sleur, if I did not know that you lovo Jeanne, and that you will care for her when, I am gona. M'sleur, I havo told you that I lo;e her. I havo worshiped her, next to my God. I die happy, knowing that I am dying for her. If I had lived I would havo suffered, for I love alone. Sho does not dream that my lovo la different from hers, for I have never told her. It would havo given her 'pain. And you will never let her know. As Our Dear Lady Is my wit ness, M'sleur, sho hoa loved bdt one man, and that man la you." Pierre gave a great breath. A warm flood seemed suddenly to engulf Philip. Did ho hear right? Could ho believe'' Hn fell unon IiIr knees beside Pierre and brushed hla darlcHialr back from his face. "Yes. I lovo her," he said softly, fc "But I did not know tnat she loved me." "It is not strange." said Pierre, looking straight Into his eyes. "But you will understand now M'sleur. I seem to have strength, and I will tell you all from the beginning. Perhaps I havo dono wrong. You will know soon. You remember Jeanno told you the story of the babj' of tho woman frozen in the snow. . , "That was the beginning of the long fight for me. . This what I am about to tell you will be sacred to you, M'sleur?" "As my life," said Philip.' Pierre was silent for a few moment. He seemed, to be gathering his thoughts, bo that he could tell In few words the tragedy of years, Two brll. llant spots burned In hla cheeks and tho hand which Philip held was hot. "Years ago twenty almost there came a man to Fort o' God," ho began. "He was very j-oung and from tho South. D'Arcambal was then middle-aged, but his wife was young and beautiful. Jeanne says that you saw her picture against the wall. D'Ar, cambal worshiped her. Sho was his life. You understand what happened. The man from tho South the young wife they went away together." Pierre coughed. A bit of blood red dened his lips. Philip wiped It away gently with his handkerchief, hiding the stain from Pierre's eyes. v "Yes." he said, "I understand." "It broko D'Arcambal's heart," re sumed Pierre. "He destroyed every thing that had belonged to the woman. Ho turned her picture to the wallHIs love turned slowly to hate. It waa two y years later that I came over the bar rens one night and found Jeanne and her dead mother. The woman, M'sleur Jeanne's mother was D'Arcambal'H wife. She was returning to Fort o' God, and God's Justice overtook her almost at Its doors. I carried little Jeanne to my Indian mother and then made ready to carry the woman to her husband. It was then that a ter rible thought came to me. Jeanno was not D'Arcambal's daughter. She was DArcami .gf ?ol man who had stolen his orshlped the' little Jeanne- even then, and for her sake my mother and I swore secrecy and burled tho woman. Then we took the. babe to Fort o' God as a stranger. Wo, saved her. We saved D'Arcambal. No one ever knew.' (CONTINUED TOMORROW) "Ouch, liu srangl" yelled the Ogre A bean landed under his other eye. "Puff!" A bean hit the ailator Bquare on the nose. "Wow! I'm tolng to get out of here!" shouted tho aviator, and he set oft on a run toward the rher. After him dashed the Ogre, rifle In hand. Billy and Peggy did not dare htlr for some time, but when they were euro thr Ogre and aviator were out of hearing distance, they burst Into laughter, "Bees 1" gurgled Billy. "That natural."' 1st Is finding enough freaks of nature around here to keep him writing books ' the rest of Ids life." "I hope he doesn't stay to collect specimens," said Peggy, who saw dan. Iger In too greatly aroUBlng the curiosity or me vre. ji0 was a naturalist, and when a naturalist goes after a new type he Is liable to keeV after it until he gets It. After a time thero came the sound of an ax tu the distance. Billy stopped laughing very abruptly. "We'd better lEee what tlle OBT2 ana ablator are uji to." he said soberly. 'They went right. i In Lonesome Bear s direction." 1 "And the Ogre had his rifle," added Peggy. Vorirettlne thel ratitfnu thai? rtiil through the grove until they came tb Uhe I her bank aboe the cave where i Loneeome Bear had his spring den, '', ( -mere iney go, wr.iBpjrea iswy, pointing to the Ogre and a!ator, who V were disappearing oier a hill toward f their camp. "'A JjToni below the children came a moanlngNappeal. "Help I I'm trapped! They are go ing to stuff mo and make me a museum, specimen," Billy and Peggf rushed down the bank to the mouth of the cave, halting In surprise at what they aw. 'Within the cave was Lonrsome .Bear, looking moit woebegone and miserable. Be tween him and liberty was a stout bar. rler made of stakes driven Into "the ground. He had been caught and cage tn his own den. j he Ogre has tne," moaned lidaa, N Kf 4 A M ff al WWWwtWkW V'-'AYm t kw sa BBBBBaf "TLWLWLW KWMsm i with' Where as boJ4 as he, I some Bear. , 'Ifi.t a (-UUaoia. in his faika W jimhr, v faat. I1 Bll BIS fM M'trV . Wi 'Ljff'hn, ' "I'm a goner now!"
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