" ' 'v?0l,V ,'7ifTwm i 14 V EVENING PUBLIC LEDGEK-PimADELrmA, THURSDAY, FEBBTJAItY 6, 1019 f ' ' r '' - 4' fc 2 " i y k ' $ IV ; i- i ' fr Ic, I fr - i V H" .? 3& " tf H' r'' It v i b ts . - VI V 1 f , T ED L,4iV THE HTOnV Tlll'S TAR TTi Red I.an In not n roaU-lt It UiwJfo! name for mnitiiln. Iteanlleti piaee la on the Malne-ranadlan border and freaiientlr on the Red tan. neen llea'a dnastiter, Kranietlne, ha been henarht up In a eminent and kneoa noln- Ins ef her father' balnea.. When he eomea home uneineetrdlr It la a ahnek to both of them, fne. lelln him to aell at neei and the refue to marry lald Hoi, the man her father hat ehoaen for her. Iatld Rel. em-utter, la not dlj nosed to ixtr anr attention to a tlrl i a "mnwiM." He tflU her father that here hate been rumor, that the tlrl wa tl-dted at the eon.enl hy a "Yankee "; Hoy" and that Ihla may hate nomethln to do with her chanted -ilewpolnt. CHAPTER III By the Hands of Beaulleu's Girl THE sheep enme on, crowding, bleat ing, thrusting woolly bodies to gether, their trotting hoof purring on tho hard roadway. The undulating press of shaggy backs filled the Monarda thoroughfare. Two colllo dogs with ' lolllnB tongues scurried hero and there on tho outskirts, menacing stragglers with sharp bark, nipping at vagrant hocks. Now and then tho dogs crossed the field of movliiB wool, springing from back to back. Far behind, hardly more than shadows In the haze of fine dust from tho clay road, were men with long slaves. The men were shout ing commands to tho eager dogs, who yelped angrily at tho laggards or tru nnts among the sheep. "You take tho big ch..nce this day ou tako tho big chance," complained Beaulleu. He scowled apprehensively when the clamor swelled; ho peered under his hand to the west, searching With squinting eyes among the scat tered trees of the Yankeo border "Oh, the good old Red Lane Is open for me here all right," said Hoi, boast ing carelessly. "They're looking for me twenty miles north of here. The good old lied Lane Is easily shifted oernlght." lie laughed loudly and looked nt tho window In the far end of Beaulleu's house. "But when you shift three thousand sheep and drive 'em across In daylight ou sall find much trouble some of these days," warned Vetal. "That jteu Lane ain't made to be use after sun-1 up." , Rol did not reply His eyes were fixed on the curtained window, but the curtain continued to guarJr'lt Jealouslj. A man, dust-streaked and panting, came running up on the outside of the drove, leaping oer the gutter boulders. "What say, boss? All right ahead?" "Let 'em go. Nappy! Dlvldo 'em ua. T ,.,1.1 i,., Cnma nnshirra fla .tn ' the last trip. When jou come across Jeffreys tell him I'll meet him later In the daJ. I'm going to hang up here awhile." He was staring again at the cur-. talned window. Ho turned fiom the) drover and walked past the window , i flicking his riding-whip at the liurrj- ing sheep. In his braado exhibiting the airs of the commander. He shouted orders. "It Is bad for ou and bad for me. and now you go to make It much worse," compalncd Vetal, at his heels. ' "She hears she sees. She has come back to hate us for what we do on j the border." "Jf she has got whims that a good Acadian girl shouldn't have, then it's time to have an understanding. If she doesn't hato Yankee sneaks the way he ought to hate 'em, we'll find out what the reason Is," declared Hot, doggedly. "It looks to me, Vetal, as though you need help In handling your own daughter." He kicked viciously at bewildered sheep who heep who ventured into the broad ard of Beaulleu s Place. He cursed J the doss who were alow In tllrnlnt? the ... ,u. ., "If she is ashamed of me becaube i I've made my good money on the Ited i Lane, as my father and lots of other good men did before me, it's because i she has been getting Yankee ideas that an Acadian girl shouldn't have, t A'etal. "It's right to cheat a Yankee. It's a part of the gamo on this border. They huvo always cheated us." But Vetal Beaulleu did not Beem to find consolation in Rot's opinions. H I plodded to and fro In the somber gaze on the sheep. rri ,i- "JMglrl has come home, and she is abhs'me of her poor father," he mut tered. "I have work and save for her, and she Is ashame. I think It is the ery bad time for poor Vetal Heaulieu who havo work so hard all his life for his girl." The laggard file-closers of tho weary sheep were scuffling past. Behind them came tho men with tho Ibng staves, bawling to their charges. "Bring out half a dozen bottleTs of the white rum, Vetal," directed Hoi. But, the master of Beaulleu's Place gave a furtlvo glance at the curtained 'window, growled, and kept on walk ing. Rot hurried Into tho big room and oanie out with his hands full of bottles. 'Onpn thf-m Liter. ImVK. vhiti Hie - ' " r?'L' tiasture bars are ut behind the bleat ers," directed the chief. "Keep 'em moving. There's no customs sneak ahead of us on the Red Lane this morning." The drovers grinned, divided the bottles among themselves, and hur Vva rJed on. Suddenly Vetal, who had peereu . under his palm each time he turned to the west, threw up ills arms and Ke a shrill cry. "What have I tell you what have X tell you, Dave Hoi? YoU have took the chance. You have fooled with the Anytime, You have gone against the 14 thing this flme," x There was no mistaking the Identity f the person who appeared suddenly a the brow of a hillock Just ahead f the dovrf. The first shaft of the rialiur sun touehed the" Insignia on the sauui'k ea. A Dot of reflected light ; MHMrkkd Mi!iealy In tha eea of the .' . .i. m.l. 4. n.. .1...!.. . ,ThU jntarj was clearly an nT tKe UsMcat Btat-Mi customs. hat aWIUji UjHea the aTaTBtSSMTBrtaBt tbe boundary's Iron post. No other offi cers wero visible. "The d d sneak," he blustered "There's only ono of him. llo'n tumbling Into this thing by accident." Ho ltapcd down, tugging at his hip pocket, and ran toward his men, who had halted In the highway. He thrust his reolvcr Into the hands of one of the drovers. "Duck around through tho edge ot the woods nnd glc him a lead hint to move. Get behind him. You can do It easy." ,The man pushed the weapon away. "I'm hired to drive sheep, not to shoot officers. Mr. Hoi." : JIM v .& JilH&S- irS SMI li'l "' .JGkAu VVU'BjWt jiau,- ' KfUV .' "Jl'affirV'aaaKaflP SI 1 jr&A?. t'inHi !lilil '1S Jr'Om9atifJsmmmmKS?&'iM('trt ldflJ ,r,;'-"'-.. a mSD w 1sK,)vi'-v,i 4 JWWfMiVmmKmrTr i wfin " -r -&&vxr.i . w-. 5- WEE&-IQmfjtLi2n0.. 1 iiaili'fiSaiiS : -- - Tat, - . :--:ru.wm:mm "The hundred if jou "You don't propose to let one man hold us ufi with three thousand here on the hoof, do you? What Mud of cowards arc jou?" revolver 'above his from one to the He shook his head and turned other. "Where's nerve, bojs? Get, jour after him." "What's tho matter with jour doing that kind of a Job yourself. Mr. Hoi?" mlllllC(, the b)(; feow ww Urust t,acK ,ne weapon I'm no coward, but murdering a custom-house man isn't In my line. I don't own these sheep." "Well, I du! And I don't propose to havo a lone-handed sneak steal 'em. And who suld anything nbout murder? Gad, they don't mako tho (right kind of men these dajs. Give ou fellows wool and a bleat, and jou'd fit Into this drove hero." He stamped about, cursing them. "It's your fault! You ought to havo been , ,.. J ,,!. ... .'.I ' . litre oeiuro uuviiiriit. vnu in.iTPiM. ..1111 1 now mat. you re ncre jou re no good He whirled and shotA tho revolver under the noso of a sSeUy youth. "If old Blaze Condon was here If your father was alive, he wouldn't be standing hero shivering on one foot. He'd know how to open the Red Lano if only one man was blocking It yes, If a dozen Ynnkcn hounds wero over Uiere! " The jouth knocked the neck of his bottle against his staff, broke the glass, and drank from the ragged opening, "Mako It worth while, Mr, Rol?" he suggested, lnsolentij.. "A hundred if jou drive him!" "Good pay for driving sheep, but a devilish small price for driving a cus toms man." Rol luokid down the line of hla woolly property. Tho man on the hill ock stood like a statue, waiting. The leaders of the flock had passed him. SOMEBODY'S "STENOG" Officer, Raid That Club! V-THe-reS&uare. Mot a Girl in -Sight: VC" u&rZ WS'' SO' "iHATS HOW Cx r" Comz OH LEVen : r5 Com Them 7 1 ITb LIKE A TOMB'. WHATANM PAVlMfi f1 'X,&lPlSr Ufe- . V SS. JxTrJ . Z iPMi COMEoTl fOU J J?tE. BOSS l SALARIES FOR,? -VOtfAlE AMSWERS. I'll 1 ? Co S : MU WT UR U ftSfll K I I xTtT e SoifflkFPl1 Cttcl I auswer mvself: hothihg: r1 - 1-? :- : pT time is it J S ffinlTS )7A 1 -. . -BBBBBBl ft wtT . k w . .in . ti , ,JLS IJ f.EBI aBBBBBBSBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB. M . -' ' f .-... f n J : ' ' '"y ' - ' I --a"---,. !- rf-rr.. r,i&akS&ie-mit!mmmmmmmmmmMamte?,. '. .. irJBa-v-. v.' ' .. i ZfcjdM l.k. fi-aL r . i '-,- .,--, -, x- , "jfwr - t .JiJrVKMr.,m. 1 TataBBtaBBBtsMaTs aa fSatatatatatatatatatatatTataf , i Mi r , Ttatl - km-hV , , ,, t ,, -.... i.. '-.-aBaaa-aBaasaBaaaaaaHBl naiaMEV By HOLM AN DAY A Romance of thr. Border Tho sheep could not be turned and herded back across the line. The of ficer was posted In a way to pi event that. "Five hundred to ou, Condon, If you do something so that we iuii get those sheep out of this ncrapc and I don't care what j.ou do." "That sounds different!" Tho youth turned up tho broken bottlo and drank again. The liquor ran down over his breast, for ho could not set his lips on the Jaggcu glass. He threw- tho bottlo at the Iron past and reached for tho icvolver. , "Go on with jour drove, bos," he said. "I'll cut around behind." - gel those sliecp out of.tlie srVape and I I Hoi btrode into tho big room on the ' heels of Beaulieu. There was fright; j on the publican's seamed face. He 1 trudged about his truck, muttering ills I .. uun-u UUVUw ,., 1. ,., ...u.v....r, ..." fears, looking fiom the corners of his . , eyes nt Rol, who came to the truck I anil poured liquor for himself. ..Dlrty work, eh?" ho sneered, catching some of Vetal's woids. "Welt. jou didn't think I was going to du it mj self, did jou. when there's a druul, , m foo, liandy? "Your father would not have hire 1 a man for murder." ".My father operated on this border when officers would handle a piece of . f v ,-"-' - vssjFtfr- . &'W. money or slay out of the way vvheie .. . ,..,,, ,,,u . . . they belonged If Yankee Vneak are , Md' awJ tutj neionkeii. IT naiiKce siiiah aro ,lollll.d nnut.r ,rlnIi for i,lmself, bound to got In the way in these dajs "What lou don't hM inn ..'. they'v e got to take tho consequences.",,., . .. ,l01' ' wont wiej vc (,ur, 10 ihk-uio cuiit-i iuw . 50 nboul." ho muttered. "Your father was not so reckless 1 ti i,. 1,, !,. 1 ,' . iiko jou tie would not Have como Irn.c. I.r I,. , V, l-,..l .!.. ii ......,i II ..,,., le would not have como "-.."" .-.,, ..i.r Vetal. As ho hurried to and fro in tho room I i i, , i.,..- ,., , , . . "" """Pi cui-KiiiK ins ncaii, listening. fear In his eye&. In a few moments that fear became tho ugliness of a man whoso nerves are overstrtQned. Ho turnrd on Rol who was lurklnir no luriym on uui, wno was lurKing nillllll UUUIS. "You hire a man to go off to mur- der and you hide your head. Namo o' God. Dave, I think you been the cow. ,', , ., ,.. ., "I'll run my business without taking any advice from jou, Beaulieu," Ho pourod another drink for himself. His hand waa shaking. Ho was pale. "There isn't any murder In this. I didn't tell Condon to murder any one. What ho does ho does on his own re - sponsibllltj." "Ba gar, you are the coward," in- slstcd Vetal, angrllj. "You He to jour- self because you arc tho coward." The agony of that waiting in the silence was too much for his Gallic nerves. He stormed at Hoi. Anger relieved his stress of emotion some- Author 0 "Kin Sprue," "Th Ram roJaVri," -J7ie Skipper ami the Skipped," etc. what. His own fury met ready re Mionsc from the Kminrcler. Itcil retort I od saagely, and tho two cursed each I other, hiding their deeper emotion under Incoherent speech and nasty oaths. "You have sent a drunken man to go nnd do something," shrilled Vetal. "And a drunken man he has no brain, no caro of what ho do. "You go nnd mako my place the headquarter for this thing. You make me either the liar or the man who get . , . ... , .... ,, ,,, mix In, nnd lib cannot help himself. . , , ,, . You do tint, and my Evangeline here. to bee, to hear it all!'' "Accordlng.to what ou'vo been tell- W'W'lf'i . V jfiuJ'j'Sl ' ''vfsVt'Q 1 ' IjAw 5 ' I'lvr' 't ' ? - ? don I rare wlidl jou do" ing me jour case can't lie much worse with her than it Is now," said Hoi, with a brutul Mieer. "It's a case of stand together. Vetal. You can't af- ntui.u ti,Sviui-i, uiui. am can 1 at-1 ford to throw me down. And if Evan- I gellne Is going to run jour business , and mine. too. It's about Hmn in flnrf I out about It " Then thej heard that which both ,,., ., ... , , vmiu.ii """ had been listening for with cowardly dread. Thero was the sudden nou- i .., .,... ,. . '. ,..., .., n.,in, ,t..i uuisiue jeipeu anting dim. limt thut a piece of the each other like angry dogs. , , 1.00K mill see who gels the best of that gasped Beaulleu. I , But tho .atiML'irlor tnrnwi !,!., k...i Tim ,.... I.. .111 . Hie two In the till? nmm tr.r.,1 ..! T --c ...wwv. uii, 1 looked at each other. Sllencn h-.,i 1 looked at each other. Silence h-.d I . .. " ""-"-U au lallcti without. Tht-y niutelv eonfpsae.1 by the glances they exchanged that ,i. .,.. . . ... .... .. . . iiv,.,,... U..ICU iu step into me sunshine est words of love. It was tho prbver nnd (oiillrm what they ftarcd blal lovers' quarrel that bad come be Thiusl,,, luted m tiio edge of the,tf,'n..li.1era;nra forest, and thej- heard tho plaintive . whummla of i-nttln In H.,.,,!'.,.,',. i i . . . " " """ " coaX,, rr tllo ,,,, Tilpn n,, ,..., ll,. I.. ....! , , . .. ...... u ...u nn. iiuiijuib ivuiaiuji? ui a man on the hard clay of tho highway i mul ,t B,mt Urupp(?(l p 'across it. A moment late.r homo one Mt,m, tl0 pIalKs. "0,eu tllU door! "'!. Open this 'loJ,' rm 1,urt" l "cvii l,elu" It waj not tho Volco of one of Hoi's men. Tho two IntJldo stared at each 1 other and did nqt istft "J'm bleeding. I need help. Quick!" appealed tho voice without, But they did not open the door. On , their tiptoes they slunk back against the wall, so that they might not be i (.ecu throiiglMhe windows. There was the silence of the Juno morning for a little wlille. "Ho, Inside, therel Haven't you got common decenpy?" Tho door shook under blows dealt b a boot-heel. "I command you to open, In the name of tho United Htatcs, open this door. Su'-t-cnly Beaulleu saw his daughter, Sho had como into tho big room noise lessly from tho inner rcccsbes of tho house. Over her night-gear was n. wrapper of bright colors. Such a robe might havo seemed gaudy on another. Hut tho garment appeared to belong to her brilliancy. Against the soft duskiness ot her Acadian pallor her cheeks glowed with vivid hues. In tho liquid depths of her big black eyes strange fires spark ed. There was ap- , " .K . , . . peal theic. too. But resolve doml- ."' " nated her excitement. Both of the men who sneaked back In the shadows by the wall felt tho Influence of that resolve and blinked uneasily when she .stared nt them. The father felt It most. He had tried to explain to Dave Hoi that morning. But his halting tongue had not found words to dcscrlbo nn emotion which had been new to him. This 'grave, .beautiful girl had faced him with her re proaches tho evening before. She was centered in a mental and spiritual , poise that had left him abashed and grieved jet angered In a sullen, secret ' pushing back the tumbling masses of her dark hair. "Why do you not open that door, father?" (CONTINUEtl TOMORROW) THE DAILY NOVELETTE ! THE CRAZY QUILT By Eleanor Simmon BIHTY'S Aunt .Tjine was not so verj much older than was Betty herself, six years to be exact, and Bettj- had Just turned twentj-. But when Captain Burt(n, a brave young army odicer en route home, stepped off at Glenn Center to visit a friend at whose home, quite nccldcntallj, he met Betty, and when she invited him over that evening for the bole purpose of writing his name on Aunt Jiini-'s crazy-qullt. tho swift mental vision he had of Aunt Jane did not do Justice to that most engaging jcung lady "It's like this." lisped Bettj. "When our bojs went to war they left va cancies that were hard to fill in this small town, so Aunt Jane, well, she Just 'filled In wherever she was nceuca most, and they kept her bus)-. The Iiostmnster didn't have any one to drive the mall when his son. Ulllv. went, so Aunt Jane took the Job until ho found a man; and then she helped out at the corner grceery for a while, and the minute she was through there they sent word from the shoe store: "Would she please come over and help them out?" So while the rest of us kept house and sewed for the Red Cross she went from one man's Jcb to nnother until she de clared she would Just have to do some thing feminine. So to relieve lier feel ings she stnrted a ernzi-nullt We call it a crazj'-qutlt," went on Bettj, "but, rally. It Is a lieautlful thing so soft ani "Hky and cheer- looking. All the neighbors brought In their odd silk and she was making one. Maybe jou think alie might hav used her spare time to better advantage, but no one who knows how hard she worked to help win the war would begrudge her the only pleas, ure she allowed herself through It all. It will be bort rf a war relic, too. when It Is finished, for In the center of each . Miuare there will be n vnldlcr's nnme In ' his own handwriting. Won't it be In teresting? When the boj-s come home thej'll nil have the honor of enrolling in Aunt Jane's quilt; but she'll feel proud to have a real captain's name on It the llrst thing, and oull probably be instructed to write on the most con spicuous square of all No. we'll evnec-t jouith us."'co nssurei! joutthls evening, so don't disappoint ur ." 'rnnplnrleil nef- ulli. Ilk h.a,h.. nt. and Cantnin Burtcn siiilllncriv red her that ho would bo there at the aimolntcd hour. r&r&'u&V fut .V.1 . tl)f, wlndo" embroidering a beautiful silken square. Seems good Uu have you home early. Jennie." said ,ho cller olnll' "Better put that 1 work up now, though; this light's Ket- dress jou had that .'.Inter jou taught miiuui ui 111 .. unci "ves, softly replied .lane as she folded her work and galea dreamily out of the window, for mi twiiun iiiviu ut nim null UVWIKOIieU tucinortes both nlensant ntul tmlnrni it ' bad taken her back to tlie llttlo town here. sU years before, Rhe had taught the village school, and Incidentally learn- od ll lc','M", ".well bers-lf that sho bad cu.r been able to forget, although she gladly would have done so. .M-ny changes had occurred since then. .i.iii,v I'uanticn witii in-currru since men. . ti.. nu i.n...n 1....1 ...... 1 1 ... j j tit, uiu iiuiiiu iii.u urtii Ul Uhril UP, HIIQ "he had come to this distant town to live riw had me ' this distant town to live ,,i,. ,, ul.tor 1,111 llirnnirli I, -II .1.. i .'. ..;;. Willi her sister; but through It all she ur"'c again her heart pictured the tall vounir lirincuiai anu iisu-neil to hla earn. Ul'llJ n .... ..-u t...u ,ii; UU,,I i"l en end to these reminiscent thoughts. "h, Aunt Jane, blio began breath- I lessly : "I met an army captain this , firnnnn the most snlendld.lnnklne "I met an army captain this n the most snlendld-looklns- "-- ... . - .--.-.,. fellow and he's coming over tonight to write nis name on jour quiii, - That evening promptly at eight. Cap tain Burton rang the bell and Betty flew to greet him. Ushering him into the cozy little parlor, she .had lust finished presenting ' him to her father and mother when Jane. came In from tho kitchen. "And this Is " began Betty, when to her complete surprise Captain riiirimi darted across the room ami .seized both hands of her aunt, who waa IllHUlHIlB IUriUUBlV. 4 "Jennie I" he exclaimed, and "llavf? ard. said she, rather weakly; then re-i-riverlnir herself she turned tn her as tonished n'ece and said : "Betty, your captain ami i ure oiu menus, i met him six -tears ago un In Maine." "Ahd to think," said Betty to her self just oeiorp me wenatng as sne o.itted something delightfully toft and silky' nnd gorgeous looking, with here nnd there a scrawling signature on Its bright beauty. "If It hadn't been for tills dear old crazy quilt Aunt Jane might never have seen her lover again!' The nat rouiplete norelette Vhlllp'a Triumph. ' -:- -:- -:- -;- coi.riht. mio. by th m-uno i.edcr c. By HAYWARD FLOWER OF THE NORTH By JAMES OLIVER CURfTOOD CHAPTER XXII N NEWS of the double tragedy had Bwept through the camp, and there; waa a crowd In front of the supply house. Philip paused close to Thorpe's house to avoid discovery, ran a hun dred yards up tho trail over which Jeanno had fled a short time before, and then cut straight across through the thin timber for tho head of tho lake. Ale felt no effort In his running. Low hushes whipped him In tho face and left no sting. He was not con scious that he was panting for breath when ho came out in the black shadow of the mountain. This night In Itself had been a creation for him. for out of grief and pain It had lifted him Into a new life, nnd bito a happiness that seemed to fill him with tho strength . and the endurance of five men. Jeanne loved him! The wonderful truth cried ll-jelf out In his soul at every step ho took, and ho murmured it aloud to himself, over and over again, as ho ran. The glow of tho slgnal-flre lighted up the bky above him, and climbed up, higher and higher, scrambling swiftly from rocit to rock, until he saw tho tips of tho flames licking up Into tho sky. He had como up the steepest and shortest "side ot tho ridge, and when he reached tho top ho lay upon his face for a moment, his breath al most gone. The llro was built against a huge dead pine, and the pine was blazing a hundred feet In tho air. He could feel Its heat. The monster torch Illumined the barren cap ot the rock frdm edge to edge, and he looked about him for Jeanne. For a moment ho did not see her, and her namo toso to his lips, to be stilled In the same breath by what he saw bejond the burning pine. Through the. blaze of tho heat and I Are ho beheld Jeanne, standing closu iu ine eage 01 me mountain, gazing Into tho south Jind west. He called her name. Jeanne turned toward him with a startled cry, nnd Philip was at her side. The girl's face was white and strained. Her lips were twisted In pain nt sight of him. She spoke no word, but a strange sound roso In her throat, a welllng-up of the sudden despair which the firelight revealed In her eyes. For one moment they stood apart, and Philip tiled to speak. And theii, suddenly, he reached out and drew her quickly Into 'his nrms so quickly that there, was no time for her to escape, so closely that her sweet face lay imprisoned upon his breast, as he had held It once before. Under the picture at Fort o' God. He felt her straining to free'herself; ho saw tho fear In her eyes, and lie tried to speak cnlmly, while his heart throbbed with the passion of love which he wished to pour Into her cars. "Listen, Jeanne," he said. "Pierre has sent me to" you. He has told me everything everything, my sweet- heart. There Is nothing to keep from4 mo now. I know. I understand. And I love jou love, you love jou my own sweet Jeanne!" She trembled at his words. He felt her shuddering In his nrms, and nei- 1 eyes gazed at him wondcrlnglj. filled witn a strange and Incredulous look, while her lips quivered and remained speechless. He drew her nearer, until his face was against her own, and the warmth of her lips, her eyes, and her hair entered Into htm, and near stifled his heart with Joj "He has told me everything, my little Jeanne," he said again, In a whisper that rose Just above tho crackling of the pine. "Everything. He told me because he know that I loved jou, and because " The wordschoked In his throat. At this hesitation Jeanne drew her head back, and, with her hands pressing against his breast, looked Into his face. There were in her eyes the same struggling emotions, but with them now there came ulso a sweet faltering, a piteous appeal to him, a faith that roso above her terrors, and the tremble of her lips was like that of a crjlng child. He drew her face back, arW kissed tile quivering lips, nnd suddenly ho felt tho strain against him give way, and Jeanne's head sobbed upon his breast. In that moment, looking where the roaring pine sent Its pin nacles of flame leaping up Into the night, a word of thanks, of prayer, rose mutely to his lips, and ho held Jeanne more closely, and whispered over and over again in ills happi ness, "Jeanne Jeanne my sweet heart Jeanne." Jeanne's sobs grew less und less, and Philip strengthened himself to tell her the terrible news of Pierre, no knew that In the selfishness of his own Joy he had already wasted precious minutes, ant! very gently ho loon Jeanne's wet face between his two hands and turned It a little toward his own. ' A "Pierre has told me everything, Jeanne," he repeated. "Everything from tho day ho found you many years ago to the day your father re turned to torture jou." He bpoke calmly, even as lie felt her shiver in pain against him. "Tonight there was a little trouble down In the camp, dear. Pierre is wounded, and wanti you to come to him. Thorpe Is dead." For an Instant Philip was frightened, MY LITTLE LAOY My little lady Is as sweet As violets In spring. She is as light upon her feet As birds upon the wing. My little lady loves me well And she is all my own; Yet when the years their stories tell She'll leave tne all alone. My little lady brings to me A message from the skies. Her glance Is pure as love1 can be. She lias her 'mother's eyes. GRIF ALEXANDER. at what happened. Jeanne's breath ceased. There seemed to bo not 1 quiver of life In her body, and sho la In his arms as If dead. And then .suddenly, there came from her a ter rlblo cry, and she wrenched hersel free, and stood n step from him, her face as white as death. "He is dead " ' "Yes, he Is dead." "And Pierre Pierre killed him?" Philip held out his arms, but Jeanne did not seem to see them. She saw the answer In his face. "Xnd Pierre Is hurt "alio went on, never taking her wide, luminous eyes from his face. Before he answered Philip took her trembling hands In his own, as though Ire would lighten tho blow by the warmth and touch of his great love. "Yes, ho Is hurt, Jeanne," he said. "We must hurry, for I nm afraid there Is no time to lose." "He is dylng7" "I fear so, Jeanne." He turned before the look that came into her face, and led her about, the circle of fire to the side of tho moun tain that sloped down Into tho plain. Suddenly Jeanne stopped for an in stant. Her fingers tightened about his. Her faco was turned back Into the endless desolation of night nnd forest that lay to the south and west. Fur out a mile two miles an an swering fire was breaking the black curtain that hid all thlngB beyond them. Jeanne lifted her face to him. Grief and love, pain nnd Joy, shone In her eyes. , "They are there!" she said, chok-inglj-. "It Is Sachlgo, and they are coming coming coming " Once again before they "began the descent of the mountain Philip drew her close in his nrms, and kissed her. And this time there was tho sweet surrender to him of all things In the tenderness of Jeanne's lips. Silent in their grief, and yet communing In sjmpathy and love In the firm clasp of their hands, they came down tho mountain, through the thin spruce torest, ana to tne lighted cabin where Pierre lay dying. MacDougall was In the room when they entered, and rose Hoftlj-. tiptoeing Into tho little office. Philip led Jeanne to Pierre's side, and as he bent over him, and spoke soft! the half-breed" opened his eyes. He saw Jeanne. Into his fading eyes there came a wonderful light. His lips moved, and his hands strove to lift themselves above the crumpled blanket. Jeanne dropped upon ner knees hesido him, and ns she clasped his chilled hands to her breast a glori ous understanding lighted up her face; and then sho took Pierre's face lie' tween her hunds. and bowed her own close down to It. so that tho two wero hidden under the beauteous halo of her hair. Philip gripped at his throat to hold back a sob. A terrible stllU ness came Into the room," and he dared not move. It seemed a long time be fore Jeanno lifted her head, slowly, tenaerij-, as ir rearing to awaken v a sleeping child. She turned to him. and he read the truth In her faco be fore sue liud spoken. Her voice was low and culm, filled with the sweet ness and tenderness and strength that come only to a woman In the final moment of a great sorrow. "Leave us, Philip." she said. ''Pierre is dead." CHAPTER XXIIj; F3R a moment Philip bowed his head, and then ho turned and went noiselessly from the room, without speaking. As he closed the door boftly behind him lie looked back, and from hcr-attltudo beside Pierre h knew-that Jeanne was whispering a prayer. A vision nasnea ueiore llim, so quick that u- nau come lute a raj- of light a vision of another hour, yeais and years ago. when Pierre hail knelt l.o. side her, und when he had lifted up his wild, half-thought prayer out In the death-chill of the snowy barrens. And uus was nis reward, to have Jeanne kneel beside him as the soul which DREAMLAND ADVENTURES By DADDY X complrtc new adventure each week, iirpfiitiina Monday and ending Solur5av (i'Oow. Milt. Balky Sam, ltilly Goat and Johnny Dull go to the rescue of Lonesome llcar who' is trapped by the I'lytng Ugrc.) CHAPTER IV I'cms Wits Hud a Way i"XTOW, we'll show you how to smash JLx that trap," brayed Balky Sam, galloping up to the entrance of the ca,ve "where Lonesomo Bear waa im prisoned. Whirling around, Sam sent hs powerful heels banging against the stakes that barred the entrance. Slam, bang, slam went his heels, and Balky .Sam turned to see the effect. But the stakes stood as solidly as ever. "Hee-haw! Now I'm going to do some real kicking," brayed Balky Sam, and his heels beat fast and furiously nt the barrier. But the barrier never budged. Balky .Sam sat down and scratched one car w It 1 1 Ills hoof while he studied tho situation. 'This Is different from theClerman traps,'" ho declared. "Tills must bo an American trap." "Of course,'.' replied Peggy. "The Ogre is an American naturalist." "That explains It,"' brnjed JJalky Sam. "I'm a terror on Hun traps, but an American traii that's different." yBaa-aa! Watch me butt It to" pieces." bleated Billy Goat, launching himself headforemost at Ihe stakes. But he didn't budge them, and In addition he gut his horns tangled up In them to that Billy Belgium and I'cggy had u lively time untangling, him. "Woof! I'll bite them In two." gruwlt-d Johnny Bull, tearing at the' stakes with his teeth. But the wood had loved her so faithfully took Ha Ulgllt. ,1 Philip could not see when he turned! his face to the light of the office. VoT' tho first time tho grief whlah he hat choked back escaped In a gasplnif break In his voice, and ho wiped hit pyes with his pocket-handkerchief. H knew that MacDougall was looklnr upon his weakness, but he did not at , first s-ee that there was another per-,, son In the room besides the engineer. 1-1.1.. atn..fe..1 ........A.. n...... ... ...j.. I.!... nun Dirtuuu 1'ci eun luau iu uitrui. liuiiru -a while MacDougall remained In Ills seatYI and as no came out into tne clearer light ot the room Philip could scare; bellevo his eyes. - t It was Grcg8onl "i am soiry mat l came in just ac.i this time, Phil," ho greeted, in a lovy I vnlpp - t..i,i . . .ni i j..in... 1 x'niiip niarcu, still uicieuuiuun. uw, y iiuu never seen un'sauii no uu iwrctii Ho did not hold out his hand. The was none of the Joy of meeting In hi face. His eyes shifted to tho doxrtri led Into the death-chamber, and they were filled with the gloom of a con- demned man. With a low word Phlllf" ftntri nut lila Imnit tn meet llta nlrl Cnrn I rnde's. jhregson drew back. , "No not now," he said. "Walt-s i until you have heard me." Something In his cold, passionless) voice stopped Philip. He saw Gregson , glance toward MacDougall, and under stood what he meant. Doing to 'the engineer, lie placed a hand on "it vl shoulder, and spoke so that only n could hear. " , "She Is In there, Mac with Pierre. She wanted to be alone with him for1 a few minutes. Will you wait for her , outside at tho door, nnd take her I over to CaBsldj-'s wife? Tell ner mat i I will come to her In a-llttle while." . I He followed MacDougall to the door,V. speaking to him In a low voice, ana.. men turned 10 uregson. .ino anmAfii Had seated nimseir at one sme or ine i smnll office table, and Philip sat downCjM opposite mm, Holding out. nis nana v. htm again. "What la the matter. Greggy?" "This Is not a time for long erplsna- .; I tlons," said the artist, still holdlnr.l DacK nis nana, .Liiey 1111 uouie laioi i Phil. But tonight now you must understand why I cannot shake hands' with you. We have been friends for , irood manv years. In a few minute' we will be enemies or you "will bei A mine. One thing, before I go on, I it must ask of you. I demand it. wnst-r i ever parses between us during the- I next ten minutes, say no word against: , r.neeu uroKuw, x win ou.y wuui jun m -v.lf.1,1 do,. lltot frtl- a tlma. Iiat- amil 1 iuiniii auj ..in. . . .. ..v. .. wandered nnd was almost lost. But It has come back to her, strong and pure. I love her. Some strange fate has ordained that sho should love me, worthless as I am. She is to be my; wife." ' Philip's hand was still across the table. "Greggy Greggy God bless you!" hn erled softly. "I know what It la to love, and to be loved. Why should r be your enemy because Eileen Bro kaw's heart has turned to gold and she has given It to you? Greggy, shake!" A "Walt," said Gregson, huskllj-. "Pnil, ;l you are breaking my heart. -Listen. 1 1 You cot mv note? But I did not desert j'ou so abominably. I made a discovery that last night of. yours In Churchill. I went to Eileen Brokaf-Vl and tomorrow some time If you care I will tell you of all that happened; First vou must know this. I havei' found the 'power' that Is, fighting you ,-J down below. I havo found the mansl who Is behind the plot to ruin your I enmuanv. tho man who Is responsible I for Thorpe's crimes, the man who lS'ifJ responsible for that In mere." j He leaned across ' the tablo and pointed to the closed door. ' Anrl Hint "" ' For a moment he seemed to choke. '' I "Is Brokaw, tho father of my affi- unccd wife! "Good God!" cried Philip. "Gregson, are jou mad?" (CONTINUED TOMORROW) 'He was dancing gaily around. ' through the smoke TJJI was hard and Johnny Bull's teethf couldn t dent IU "Well, I guess jou'll havo to Btay In. thcru and be stuffed tiv tbnt n,-i brayed Balky Sam. i "I don't want to be stuffed unless I do the stuffing myself!" waited Lone-'1 some Bear. ?' "It will pot be so bad," brayed Balky Sam In an attempt to comfort him. in Burn iuib ui siunca oears miij milReilmn Ull.l LimA nf Ih.m liuilr.J ...I'l nice and natural." 7 "Lonesome Bear Is not going to be stuffedi spoke up Peggy Indignantly, "We are going to get him out of there. Have you any matches, Billy?" . "Lota of them." answered Billy. "We will Just make a fire under the stakes and burn them away," said Peggy. "Wise Princess Peggy! I knew you'4 think of a way," brayed Balky SamX i. uniy gathered up bits or dried woo and soon had a fire biasing merrily un der the stakes. But quickly an u 11 fore-.". seen aangrr arose, lonesome Bear be-' gan to cough, to splutter, and to ga for urcaiu. tiio smoKe from tho lire was pourlqg Into the cave and smotherf ing him. """Save hhnt He Is choking to death!" brayed Balky Sam. "Save hlml" ecliotejV Billy Goat und Johnny Bull. Billy Bel glum began to throw earth on the fire, but that only made the smudge all lite heavier. Peggy was the only one to think of the. right thing to do.. She, snatched thd gas mask from BaUth Sam's necK, put 11 on tne end of a stick, und poked it through the stakes lnte the cave. Vfc, "Put, on the gas mask," she crleS, 'Then the smoke can't hurt you.' Lonesome Bear was nearly smothered. but he obeyetj. and In' a minute he wm over his gasping ahd spluttering. 'n another minute he was dancing galy around through the smoke while the fire ale away the bars. Suddenly Johnny Bull growled warning. "Hide I HereN-omea (he Ogre pi1 Instantly Wily. Peggy. Balky Johnny Bull ano iny uoai vi qKin tu wamrj. ! I 1 H T';""iy' , M"MHI ) lW y , BW aHtaaSBW!' . aVSBBBBBBaa'' t9 BBVaBrSaBBBBk B(ivSJjHK"HaH"K-l j f ' L- ty -. fiiM nt r7-" . - ,. "J'.Vi.rf-V . SE -. iifia&rf j!
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