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Yukon
By William Maclod Utno
(Continued)
"How long since a flog tnm
passed—seven huskies and two
men?" was his first question.
"No dog team has pwicil for four
■Jays," one of the men atuwerfj.
" \ou mean man one," '
Mncdonaid corrected.
"I metn none has passe'l—unless
it went by in the night while we i
slept- And even then our doss
would have warned us."
Macdonald- flung his lco coated
stoves to a table and sto spil to
laUe off his mukluks. His faca was
blue wi"h the cold, but tho bleak
look in the eyes came from within.'
He said nothing more until he was
free of his wet clothes. Then he sat
down heavily and passed a hand
over his frozen eyebrows.
"Get me something to eat and
take care of my dogs. There is food
for them on the said.
Whllo he ate he told them of the
bank robbery and the murder. Their
resentment against the men who had .
done it was quite genuine. Theie
could be no doubt they told the:
truth when they said no sled had!
preceded his. They were honest re-1
liable prospectors. He knew themj
both veil.
The weary man slept like a log. I
He opened his eyes next morning to!
find one cf his hosts shaking him.
"Six o'clock, Mr. Macdonald.
Your treakfast is ready. Jim is
looking out for the huskies.
Half an hour later the Scotsman
gave the order "Mush!" He was
off again, this time on the hack tr-ul j
as far as the Narrows, from which j
point he meant to strike across to'
intersect the fork of the road lead-:
ing to the divide. '
The storm had passed and when
the late sun rose it was in a Diue
sky. Fine enough the day was over-'
heed, tut the slushy now, where it
was worn thin on the river by the
sweep of the wind, made heavy I
travel for the dogs. Macdonald was
glad enough to reach the Narrows,
"litre he could turn from the river
anil cut i.cross to hit the trail of
the men he was following. He had
live miles to go before he would
reach the Smith Crossing road and
< very foot of it he would have to
break trail for the dogs. This waa
slow business, since he had no part
ner at the gee-pole. Back ami forth
back end forth he trudged, bwili:?
down the .'rose snow for 'he run
rers. It was a hill trail, and tlie
drifts were in most places :ot very
deep. But the Scotsman was doing
the work cf two, and at a killing
pace.
Over a lidge the team plunged
down into a little park wh<?re tbe
snow t.-as deeper. Midonnid,'
breaking trail across the mountain
valley, found his feet weighted with
packed ice slush so that he could
hardly move them. When at last he
had beaten down a path for his
dogs he stood breathing deep at the
summit of the slope. Before them
lay the main road to Smith's Cross
ing, scarce fifty yards away. He gave
a deep whoop of triumph, for along
it ran the wavering tracks left by a
sled. He was on the heels of his
ene my at last.
As he turned back to his Siberian
hounds, the eyes of Macdonald came
to abrupt attention. On the hillside,
not ten yards from him, something
stuck out of the snow like a sign
post. It was the foot of a man.
Slowly Macdonald moved toward
it. lie knew well enough what he
lui.d stumbled across—one of the
tragedies that in the North are likely
to be found in the wake of every
widespread blizzard. Some unfor
fortunate traveler, blinded by the
white swirl, had wandered from the
trail and h*d staggered up a draw
tc his death.
With a little digging the Alaskan
uncovered a leg. The man had dl-d
where he had fallen, face down.
Macdonald scooped away the snow
and found a pack strapped to the
back of the buried man. He cut
the thongs and tried to ease it
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j away. But the gunnysack had
frozen to the para. When the pulled
I the rotten sacking gave way under
j the strain. The contents of the pack
i spilled out.
The eyes in the grim face of Mac
donald grew hard and steely. IJc!
had found by somt! strange freak j
of chance, much more than he had ]
expected to find. Using his snow-1
I shoe as a shovel, lie dug the body j
J free and turned it over. At sight of ,
j the face he gave a cry of astonish
ment.
• •
[ Gordon overslept. His plan had,
been to reach Kusiak at the end of I
I a long day's travel, but that had |
meant getting on the trail with the 1
first gleam of light. When he!
' opened his eyes Mrs. Olson was call-!
!j ins him to rise.
lie dressed and stepped out in the;
cold, oisp morning. From the hill I
crotch the sun was already pouring j
,j d .vr. u great, fanlike shaft of Jigntj
across the snow vista. Swiftwater;
i Pete passed behind him on liis wayj
■ to the stable and called a cheerful I
good morning in his direction.
, Mrs. Olson had put the stove out- 1
| side tiie tent and Gordon lifted it'
j to the spot where they did the cook-i
.! in?
"Good morning, neighbor, he 1
, called <o Sheba. "Sleep well?" |
The lime rustling sounds within
. j vlie tent erased. A face appeared
in the doorway, the flaps drawn d's
j ceetly close beneath the chin.
"Never tetter. Is my breakfrst
,i ready yet?" - t
j "Come ond help me make it. Mrs. I
j Olson is waiting on Holt."
"When I'm dressed." The smiling;
i face disappeared. "Dublin Bay" j ,
sounded in her fresh young voice •
from the tent. Gordon joined in the!
song as he lit the fire and sliced |
bacon from a frozen slap of it.
The howling of the huskies in-1
terruped the song. They had evi- I •
,[ dently heard something that had x-|
[cited them. Gordon listened. Was
it in his fancy only that the breeze
| carried to him the faint jingle of
; sleigh be!!s? , The sound, if it was;
J one, died away. The cook turned'
'! to his job.
;j lie stopped sawing at the meat, j
'j knife and bacon both suspeidei in
' the air. On the hard snow there!
.; had come to him the crunch of a
j foot behind him. Whose? Shcba
, was in the tent, Swiftwater at *-! Ie i
;l stable. Mrs. Olson in the house,!
. j Slowly he turned his head.
I What Ellit saw sent tse starch
|j tmough his body. He did not move!
, an inch, still sat crouched by the i
. | fire, but every nerve was at tension,!
every muscle taut. For he was j
, looking at a rifle lying negligently
I in brown, steady hands. They were
very yure hands, very competent i
• ones. He knew that because he had
• seen them in action. The owner of
tne hands was Colby Macdonald.
:• (To be Continued)
THE FOUR OF HEARTS
A SERIAL OF YOUTH AND ROMANCE
By VIRGINIA VAN DE WATER
By Virginia Terluine Van dc Water i
CHAPTER I.
(Copyright. 1918, Star C 0..)
Dora Livingstone, flushed and a]
little breathless from dancing, look-|
ed up laughing into the face of her,
escort.
"Do I appear any older than I did
yesterday?" she asked. "And don't|
you think my combined coming-out j
ami birthday party is a success?"
"Yes, indeed." he said heartily.
"Which part of my question Is i
'.bat an answer to?" she challenged.
"The ilrst half, or the last?"
"The last half, of course," the |
man replied, gazing with undisguised !
admiration down into the dark,
brown eyes raised to his.
While there was admiration in the!
look, the arder of a lover was la<ck-|
ing. Yet Dora Livingstone was, at!
the present moment, pretty enough
to bring a quick throb to any mascu-i
line heart.
Of medium height, her figure;
was rounded without being plump.!
Her hands and feet were small and
well-shaped. Her hair was very'
dark and her rich brunette color-;
ing was without a flaw. The rather!
full lips and slightly retrousse nose;
gave a piquant touch to her face.
Perhaps if Milton Van Saun had i
not known the girl all his life he
would have been more moved by
her proximity and her personality.
Yet, as she looked at him, it was
with the frank gaze of a comrade
who demands recognition—not the
shy glance of a girl who desires ad
miration.
Milton had been graduated from
college last June. This was No
vember, and he was to start to-rror
row for a trip to California and
throughout the Western States before
settling down in his father's office.
Van Saun, Sr., was a prosperous
merchant, and there was no hurryl
about his son's beginning work.
The young couple had strolled
into the small conservatory at thej
end of the wide hall when the girl
spoke again.
"Answer the first half of my ques
tion now," she commanded.
"I declare I forgot it," Milton
toased. But I remember it now.
No, you do not look twenty-one,
Dora. You look, in fact, ridiculous
ly young for a girl who has put
away childish ' things and is now
fairly launched upon the stream of
society."
"Do I—l mean—why don't you
say I look nice, Milton" she? insist
ed. "As my chum and friend, you
ought to tell me that I am going to
be a social success."
"I know it and you know It, so
why tell you?" he argued. Then,
with a change of tone, "But I hate
it just the same."
"Hate what?" Dora asked, puz
zled.
I "All this coming-out fuss—this!
putting a girl up before the world [
and saying, "Look at her, all of:
I you! She is now eligible for matri
mony!"
"Milton!" the exclamation wasj
i swift and indignant. "That is a I
1 horrid, coarse thing to say. 1 aml
| going back into the other room i
Where 1 need not listen to such I
speeches."
"No —wait," the man urged. "I I
i am sorry, Dora, really 1 am, for
| saying anything that hurt you. Hut
! 1 just happened to think that you :
I and I have been good chums for
! >ears and years, and now 1 am going;
I out West for a couple of months,'
| and you will have some other man i
i whom you don't really know cornel
;along and grab you up and marry I
! you."
Dora flushed. "And if another!
man does come, what •then?" she
! demanded. "I am in no hurry to j
ij marry, but I probably will do so
! some day. 'And you will meet some i
I girl out in California, and marry her I
•I out of hand—some girl who doesn't)
■| know youj eithex - , as well as I do." I
She laughed, but there was a
■ little tremor in the sound. Milton j
i caught her hand suddenly in his. !
! "I say, Dora," he pleaded, "why
ij not let's prevent these disagreeable!
• things happening? Let us acknowl-1
j edge that there is nobody for either I
i of us except the other. I knowj
there isn't anyone for me but you,'
dear. I have seen many girls, but !
you've always occupied first place in [
my affections. I'm awfully fond of i
you. Don't you care for me a lit-!
tie. Dora darling?"
He dropped his voice to a whisper
on the last word and the girl col- :
ored more deeply.
"I don't know," she said, slowly,
i her long lashes hiding her eyes.
'I "I've known you always, so it's nat-1
! ural that I should like you better!
II than any other chap. 1 care a lot
■ | for you, Milton. You are my very-
I] own most particular man friend,
I you see."
■ I "Let me be more than that, j
' please. Honey!" he begged.
i "All right," she murmured. "I
. will. dear."
They did not linger long in the
after the exchange of
vows. Why should they?
'j The matter was settled. The dance
11 music was alluring, and Dora's card
! was full of names. So was Milton's.!
i 1 At the door leading into the hall
■; the girl paused abruptly,
ij "Milton." she urged, "please don't
i let's tell anyone of our engagement
just yet. Watt until you come back
> from the West, won't you?"
,j The man hesitated for an instant
■ before replying.
"Why, yes." he agreed, "if you
■ wish it. Nobody, that is, except.
I Dad. And," with a little laugh, "I
I guess it won't be much of a surprise
to Dad. It's what he's always
j wanted."
The girl did not speak the thought
that came into her mind. It was
along the same linca as that ex
pressed by her betrothed. For her
father and mother had always
spoken of Mtlton Van Saun as if he
were her own particular property.
They had, apparently, taken it for
granted that the only daughter of
the house of Livingstone and the
only son of the house of Van Saun ;
should make a match.
It was the sensible thing to do. i
Two old New York families who
had been friends for several gener-:
I ations should be united.
(To Be Continued.) i
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"Why, it's said Helen in j
amazement. "When we went in, the;
stars were shining. Warren."
"Well, it's a cinch they're not
shining now," Warren growled. "It
looks as though it had just begun,
too. If you had come along when 1
wanted you to, we might have I
missed it altogether."
"Well, it wasn't my fault," Helen
returned. "1 couldn't be rude, when
Mrs. Thurston insisted on my see
ing her new gowns."
"Oh, you women," Warren said;,
between his teeth. ] \
They were standing in the door-'
way of the apartment ltouse theyl j
had left, uncertain as to just how,
to proceed. It was a distance ofj
three blocks to the subway station,
and the rain was coming down pret- 1
ty fast. >
"Well, come on; it's going to rain j
all night and wo might as well
make a start."
Helen hesitated. Warren was al-!
ways blaming her for saving money"
on taxis when they were necessary.
She wondered why he did not sug
gest a taxi now that they really j
needed it. j
"Come on, what are you waiting j
for?"
"I'll ruin my hat," Helen began. |
"Did you wear that straw hat
after all?" queried Warren, turning'
to her impatiently. "Well, if that!
wasn't a fool stunt. You know there!
isn't a chance of getting a taxi in I
this neighborhood. The idea of]
wearing straw hats in January!" I
"You might go out and see if you
can get a taxi, or see if the hallboy
will get one for us."
"Yes, and then give him a liberal
tip."
"Well, I don't know anything else
to do." |
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"No, you bet you don't. It isn't
your funeral, is it? Well, you wait
here and I'll see what 1 can do. I'll
be hanged if I'm going to pay a
tip to that boy, and haven't any
thing on that the rain can hurt."
Helen waited as Warren hurried
down the steps and around the cor
ner. A cutting wind blew some of
the sleet into her face and she went
hack further into the doorway, shiv
ering a little. What was the use of
ever trying to have a pleasant even
ing anywhere. No matter what sho
did, there was always something
happening to spoil things. Warren
simply could not get through the
evening without making things ter
ribly unpleasant if tho least little
incident annoyed him.
Ten minutes went by, and Helen |
besan to wonder where Warren j
was. She wondered if he had
thought to telephone lor a taxi.
There was a drug store right down
the way; sho remembered passing'
it. Suddenly she saw him come
round the corner, his face as black ;
as a thunder cloud.
"1 told you there wasn't a chance <
of getting a taxi up in this neigh-)
borhood," he began.
"Did you think to telephone for
one, dear?"
"No, I didn't. It's too bad you
couldn't attend to everything, then
we would have things perfect."
"Oh, Warren, what's the use of
being so detestable?" Helen said in.
a flash of anger. He was not only
disagreeable, and unreasonable, but
rude.
"It wouldn't do any good to tele
phone for one up here and at this
time of night, anyway," Warren
continued. "Come on, I got some
newspapers from a cigar store; you
can wrap them around your hat,
and you'll be all right."
Helen took the papers and wrap
ped them about her head, and they
ventured out in the rain. It seemed
to Helen as though the distance to I
the subway was interminable, and|
the rain was so heavy that she could I
feel it soaking through her shoes i
and the thin coat-suit she wore. By
the time they reached the entrance
to the subway she was wet through,
and she shivered involuntarily.
Warren turned to her when they
were seated. "If you take cold to
night it's your own fault," be said, j
eying her dripping shoulders. "Why
didn't you wear your fur coat?"
"It's so heavy, and I never |
dreamed it would rain."
"I suppose your feet are wet'
through,, too; the ridiculous shoes 1
you women wear these days, with
paper soles, wouldn't protect any
thing. Did you get your hat wet?"
Ilelen shook her head; she felt
too miserable to be found fault with
any longer. Her shirtwaist was
clinging to her wet arms under
neath her coat, and she was very
uncomfortable. The minute they
reached the apartment Helen hur-1
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i ried to turn on a hot bath. She
took cold easily, and was deter
mined to avoid it if possible.
"If you women would only be
lieve a little bit in the old-fashioned
I theory about an ounce of preven
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era women, who won't listen to a i
word of advice, let alone obey your
husbands in anything—it serves you
right if you do take could! Perhaps
it will teach you a lesson."
(To be Continued.)
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DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
A short time ago I met an offi
cer in the U. S. Army and have
been going out with him till re
cently he has left for France.
Ho has asked me to write to him
while over there, but my parents
have forbidden me to have anything
to do with him. Now I do not know
\v hat to do, for I love him dearly.
MARIE H.
I make a point of not interfering
between parents and child. But
now I must break my own rule. I
cannot understand the viewpoint
which leads them to forbid your
having anything to do with him.
Patriotism makes vis all proud to
know the wearer of a uniform.
There may be men of bad character
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