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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
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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
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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.'
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Rut fnr m l.nnr th tullt tnln
the uproar was brutal, and
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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.
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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,
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pr as ho sat KTC lTu7h of
midnight and later In tho dim early
.
Then the fresh new day began to
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na ioirna ttiti iirar ciiriiei in
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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
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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
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' Inflows showed him that tho first
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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
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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.
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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
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"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."
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"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
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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,
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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,
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"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-
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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-
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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
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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
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...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 -
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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
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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,"
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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
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milE tWO Bailor lads. thv warn luirrlltf
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-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!
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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,
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"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.
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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.
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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!"
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"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
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