(® by Brentano's.) THE DOOM TRAIL By Arthur D. Howden Smith Author of PORTO BELLO GOLD, Etc. WNU Service CHAPTER VIII—Continued a “Off it!” I repeated. “Off it,” he repeated impatiently. “Since his Most Catholic Majesty hath & just claim to all lands in these parts —on this side of Hudson's river, at any rate.” “To be sure, to be sure,” I assented quickly. “But, Monsieur Joncaire, you will be interested to know there is an accursed tribe of savages who do not believe as you do.” “Is that so, Jean? they be?” “The Messesagues.” His face lighted up. “They are in De Tonty's country. And how is the dear Alphonse?” “Fleeing for his life, no less.” “Those same accursed Messesagues, monsieur, rose up against us, and Mon- sieur de Tonty must flee to the north- ward and make the journey through the country of the Hurons.” A look of grave concern overspread Joncafre’s face, “Are you certain of this, Jean?" “Beyond doubt, monsieur; for my friend, the Wolf here, smuggled a mes- sage from me to Monsieur de Tonty, who bade me come at once to you that You might hold up all west-bound ca- noes.” “Humph!” he growled. “Have you been long in Canada, Jean?’ “But this year, monsieur.” “Humph!” growled Joncaire again. “And where do you come from, Jesn?”" Something in his speech warned me ~—the liquid slur of the South. “I, monsieur!” I replied innocently. “Oh. T am of Picardy. But monsieur is of the south—no? of Provence?” All the suspicion fled from Joncaire’s face, and in its stead blossomed a broad smile. “Peste !" clever lad! And who may he ejaculated. “'Tis a And how knew you that, Jean?” I was overjoyed—and in no need to simulate my sentiments. This was good fortune. “Was I not camping beside the Regl- ment de Provence when we were on the Itallan frontier? ’'Tis a pleasant "way those lads have of talking. And such good companions with the bottle! Ah, for some of that warm southern wine at this moment instead of the accursed ram. Rum Is good only for savages.” “You say truth,” applauded Jon- caire. “Come your ways within, Jean, and you shall taste of the blood of La Belle France—although it be not our Provence vintage. By the way, do you know Provence?’ “I cannot say so with honesty, mon- sleur,” I fenced, “although I have been in Arles.” “In Arles!” He flung his arms around my neck. “Jean, I love you, my lad! I was born in St. Remi, which is but a short distance out in the diocese.” We were now In the entrance of the log house, and Joncaire opened wide the door. “Jean, you are a lad in a million!” he pronounced., “You shall drink deep. I have some wine which Bigon the in- tendant fetched out for a few of us— you will understand you must say naught of it hereafter; it never paid duty. Aye, we shall make a fine night of it, and you shall tell me of all that has passed in Arles these many years. He clapped his hands, and a soldier entered. “Francois,” announced Joncaire, “this is Jean Courbevoir, who will be my guest until he departs. He has been in Arles, Francois. Remember that. What he orders you will render to him. Now bring us the flagon of wine which Monsielir Bigon sent out this spring.” ‘The soldier saluted me as if I were a marshal of France and brought In the flagon of the intendant’s wine with the exquisite reverence which only a son of France could bestow upon the choicest product of the soil of France. “Pour it out, Francois,” commanded Joncaire. The soldier hesitated. “And Monsieur de Lery?” he said. “4 thousand million curses!" explod- ed Joncaire. “Am I to wait for him? Am 1 to sacrifice my choicest wine in hig gullet?” *Who is Monsieur de Lery?’ I asked as Francois filled a thick mug with the ruby juice. : “What? You do not know him? This pompous whipper-snapper who gets aut to teach Louis Thomas de Jon- calre, sieur de Chabert, his duty, after thirty-five years on the frontier—pah! He is—" “Monsieur de Lery enters,” Intere posed Frasxcols with a glance at the doorway. A slender, wiry little man in a wig several sizes too big for him strode into the room. He favored me with a curious glunce, nodded to Joncaire and took a seat across the table from me, My host raade a wry smile and mo- tioned Francois to bring a third mug. “Holy, Monsieur de Lery,” he said. “This is a gallant young forest-runner, one Jeun Courbevoir, who has come to tell me tliat charming idiot Al- phonse de Tornty has been chased out of Le de Trolt by the Messesagues. Jean, Monsieur de Lery is the king's engineer officer in Canada.” “Another case of a log fortification, # suppose,” samarked de Lery sarcas- tically in a dry, erackling voice. “You gentlemen will never learn.” “You must think we grow louls d'or Instead of furs in Canada,” growled Joncaire, “Be sure, we of the wil- derness posts are the most anxious to have stone walls around us. Well, what headway have you made?” “I have traced out the lines of the central mass,” replied De Lery, tak- ing a gulp of the wine. “Tomorrow 1 shall mark out a surrounding work of four bastions to encompass it.” He rose from his seat. “Speaking for myself, I have had sufficient wine, and I shall retire. If the masons bring in the loads of stone we expect in the morning, we shall be able to lay the first course by noon.” Joncaire twisted his face into a gri- mace as De Lery ascended a steep flight of ladder-stalrs to an upper story. “What is the difficulty, monsieur?”’ I inquired sympathetically. “Why, at last I have persuaded this stupid, timorous government of ours to build me a proper fort. ’'Tis the = [ 4 & Rl "HAVE YOU BEEN LONG IN : CANADA, JEAN? only way we shall hold the sacre Eng- lish in check. With a fort here we can control in some measure the inter- course betwixt the western tribes and the English. Also, we shall have a constant threat here to keep the Iro- quois at peace. “Well, I worked up Vaudreuil to ap- prove it, obtained the grants from Paris, secured the necessary mechan- ics—and then they sent this popinjay to supervise the work. I had pitched on this site here. He would have none of it. No, he must overturn all my plans and put the mew works several miles down the river where it runs into the lake. He is conceited with himself because he has been charged with all the works of fortification in Canada.” “Are there others then, monsieur?” I asked casually, busying my nose in the wine-mug, “Aye, to be sure. He is to build a wall around Montreal, and to strength- en the enceinte of Quebec.” “But we are at peace with these sacre English,” I objected. Joncaire, now thoroughly convivial, winked at me over the rim of his mug. “For the present, yes. But how long, Jean? Every year that passes the English grow in strength, and we be- come weaker; I speak now in matters of trade; for after all, lad, the coun- try which obtains the mastery in trade must be the military mdster of any contending nation. I may be only a simple soldier, but so much I have learned. “We are a colony of soldiers and traders, well armed and disciplined. They are an infinitely larger group of colonies with only a few soldiers and traders, but many husbandmen. Give them time, and they will obtain such a grip on the soil of the wilderness that they cannot be pried loose. But if we use our temporary advantage, and keep them from winning supremacy in the trade with the savages, then, my Jean, we may force a war upon they at an early day, and we shall win.” He sat back triumphantly. “Surely we have that supremacy now!” He winked at me again, and drew from a drawer in the table a heavy book such as accounts are kept in, “Jean,” he said, “I am about to dis- secret, because every trader who works for himself is. acquainted with it. “Here is the account for this post for the year just ended. We handled a total of 204 ‘green’ deerskins and 23 packets of various kinds of furs. On these we cleared a profit of 2,382 livres, 3 sols, 9 deniers (about $476), which would not come anywhere near covering the operating expenses of the post. You will find the same story at every post from here to the Missis- sippi.” “Why, monsieur?” “These sacre English! turn the Iroquois against us; then they build the post of Fort Oswego, at the foot of the Onondaga's river on Irondequoit bay (now Oswego, N. Y.): then they send out a swarm of young men to trap and shoot in the Indian country; then they pass this accursed law that forbids us obtaining Indian goods from the New York merchants! Peste, what a people! in a noose.” I shook my head dolefully. “Ah, monsieur, vou make sorrowful” 1 sald. “I came Canada thinking to make my fortune me very likely to be killed by the English.” answered quickly. eral has waked up. It seems that In France they are not quite ready for another war, but we are charged to sible. soon from Paris, who will have in- structions for the frontier posts and the friendly Indians. It may be we | can persuade the English to he stupid enough to revoke this In any case, my Jean, you will have heard of the Doom Trail?" I crossed myself devoutly. “I have heard nothing good of fit, monsieur,” I said fearfully. “Humph ; I don’t doubt it. And mind Without it—well, this post would shut down. And they do say at Quebec England for this Pretender of theirs and war at the same time, we shall be able to take the whole continent from them.” There was a commotion at the door. “Bind the Indian,” shouted a voice in French. “Hah, I thought so! We meet again, Ormerod!” De Veulle stood on the threshold, his rifle leveled at my breast. “Bring the Indian inside here,” he called behind him. A group of Cahnuagas, frightfully painted, with their grotesque bristling feather headdresses, hustled Ta-wan- ne-ars into the room. sfeur de Veulle?’ he demanded. “This man is a forest-runner, Jean Courbe- see by his paint and beadwork.” “Bah!” sneered De Veulle. “They fooled you. The Indian is Ta-wan-ne- ars, of the Seneca Wolves, war chief | of the Iroquois. The white man is Harry Ormerod, an English spy and a | deserter from the Jacobites. He was stationed in Paris for some years, and recently was sent to New York. Bur- net, the governor of New York, dis- patched him here to spy out what you are doing.” “That may be so,” assented Jon- caire ; “but it happens that I command here. These men are my prisoners, You will order your Indians from the room. Francois, get your musket and stand guard.” De Veulle drew a paper from a pocket Inside his leather shirt and pre- sented It to Joncaire with irritating deliberation. . (TO BE CONTINUED.) Recently at Vienna, an American dealer paid $220,585 for a copy of the Gutenberg Bible. It belonged to an abbey in Austria, and the owpers had to get official leave from the Austri- an government before they could sell their treasure, They obtained by far the biggest price ever paid for a book. Yet a still higher price Js on record as having been once offered. In the Seventeenth century the monks of St. Emeran possessed a notable manu- script of the Gospels, which had been presented to their abbey by the Em- peror Henry IV. The elector of Bavaria admired It 80 much that he proposed to give these monks the town of Straubingen in exchange. But they were prudent men. They knew the elector could, and they sus- pected that he would, retake the town whenever he pleased, so they declined his offer and kept their precious man- uscript. The Bible which the dealer bought is a magnificent copy on vellum of the first book ever printed in Europe from metal types. The Vital Spark Are not the poets themselves to blame that poetry is not mora widely read? Beautiful wandering aimless lines soon fade without an idea. Is satire—impudent, personal, biting—a genuine poetic mood? Are beautifully trimmed and hedged gardens the best inspiration for poetizing human na- ture? Are the literary teas of socijl climbers the best laboratories for po: etizing human nature? And yet an inconsequential leaf in the air may seem vital and important If to the poet it is vital and lmportant.—Marie Lubrs, In Poetry. close to you a secret—which is not a | First they | They have us out to | but if what you say he true, I am more | “No, no, it's not so bad as that.” he | The governor-gen- | make preparations as rapidly as pos- | There is an emissary coming | law of theirs. | which keeps you and me in our jobs. | that if we can start a revolution in | But now Joncaire asserted himself, | “What do you mean by this, Mon- | voir, a messenger from De Tonty. The | Indian is a Messesague—as vou should | THE PATTON COURIER | FLAT FURS FOR MIDSEASON N THIS interim between snowfall and the official appearance of the first robin of spring, as a prologue to the forthcoming style program, the feminine world takes inventory (or 1{ It doesn’t it should) of its supply of | pretty underthings and other dainty | boudoir apparel. As every woman | knows, fine lingerie, and plenty of it, | is an absolute essential to the well ap- pointed wardrobe, | More and more feminine interest | trends pajamaward. With all the en- | trancing materials which find their way on the bargain counter this time of the year, why not try making one's own pajama sets? Although if one prefers the finished product, the spe- | clalty shops and departments are fea- turing irresistible discount sales for those who come and purchase now. {To buy or to make, in either event the pajama subject is an intensely in- | teresting one. Throughout all fash- you, Jean, for myself, I do not like that kind of business. But after all ‘tis trade over the Trom Trail | lfondom, the compose theme is an aut- | standing one, and pajamas are Joining in the trend most enthusiastically, combining in their latest styling plain fabric with print, after the manner | shown in this picture. This model, | which is a French import, employs parme violet crepe de chine for the trousers, topping them with a coatee printed in blended tones. The fancy | cuffs of print about the ankles are one of the Intriguing style points ac- cented in this ensemble. Black pajamas are the latest style event among handsome negligees. These are cunningly styled of either spotted calfskin and It is manipu- lated just as if it were supple cloth, Squirrel, both the gray and that known as ombre lapin, is also an im- mensely smart tem, It is the consensus among ar- biters of fashion that squirrel nsed In block effect will prove a good trimming on cloth garments during the late winter and initial spring months, The modish wrap in this picture Interprets the block effect, in that squares or “blocks” of gray squirrel are applied on a scarf of self-material of the wrap, which in this instance Is black suede cloth. By the way, favored fabrics for the re- | fined street dress or coat for spring are of the duvetyn or cashmere genre, For the matron the combination of black “suede cloth with gray squirrel | labor, was not in much better position is ideal, for black and gray is regis- tering strong for spring. The advent of calfskin into the A Pajama Model and One of the New “Nighties.” style domain marks a new and inter. esting epoch in fur styling. Compe- tition is keen between black-and- white and beige-and-white calfskin. Perfectly stunning black and white effects are being achieved by the Parisian couturier introducing black and white calfskin as the leading note. Not only are suede-finished fab- rics trimmed with calfskin, but sports coats of stunning black, gray and white plaids or stripes are collared, cuffed, pocketed and belted with black calfskin splotched with white. Just as artfully does beige and white calfskin work in for the beige black satin or heavy georgette. Some are self-trimmed in scallops, points and clever semi-tailored effects, others are alluringly trimmed in black chan- | tilly lace. One arresting model dis- plays an sleeveless yoke of the lace, with a matching band of lace bordering both the hemline of the blouse and the trousers, The new: “nighties” are exquisitely | dainty. Quantities of footing add to | their prettiness, the same being ruf- | fled about the neckline and sleeveless armholes, also frequently finishing the hemline. The model in the picture can easily and economically be made, Pastel-colored voile Is a favorite fabric for dainty lingerie. An orange- colored voile gown, patterned as is the one in the picture, using deep butter- colored lace for trimming, need cost but a trifle if deft fingers and a willing | mind please to undertake its making. The hem edge would add to the attrac- tiveness if scalloped and lace-edged. A census of late winter and early spring gowns and wraps records as many with as without fur teim- ming. The question, therefore, is not so much as to whether fur will or will not be used to adorn milady’s apparel, for its vogue is already us- sured for the coming season. What kinds of fur does the mode approve, this is the real style Issue. The an- swer is brief awd to the point—chief- ly flat furs. Unique, youthful and wonderfully decorative is the popular extremely decollete and | Interprets the Block Effect. ensembles, which are so pronouncedly being featured for spring, So deftly is calfskin worked into the cloth as insets, one does not al- ways realize at first glance that the spring coat is fur-trimmed. Handbags of calfskin often accompany the smart coat furred to match. Speaking of fur, it is sald with the new two-piece short-jacket and skirt sults, that the fur neckpiece will as- Sume an important vogue. JULIA BOTTOMLEY, (®. 1937. Western Newspaper Union.) | chanical devices would take the place | | thousands | Emancipation of Man by Electrical Energy President Walter DIll Scott, of Northwestern university, not long ago made the statement that the average American has at his service the equiv- alent of the energy of 170 slaves. Doc- tor Scott had been reading statistics | of the number of motors and electrical devices in every-day use in the coun- try. . But the thought is worth considering from a different angle from that in- tended by the university president. There was a time when men thought civilization could not exist without hu- | man slavery. But only the rich owned | slaves. A ruler who had 170 slaves in personal ‘attendance might have prided himself on his resources. In those days the average man who earned his daily bread by common than a slave. What consternation would have been spread if some trusted prophet had foretold that me- | of personal servants. Thousands upon of working people would ] have cried out, “What shall we do for a living?” But the era of the motor slave and the electrical slave has come and just the average run of common folks have mechanical energy at their service equivalent to 170 slaves each. And in- | stead of this transformation bringing starvation for slaves and workers, it has abolished slavery and given the | | average working man many advantages | and comforts never dreamed of by nobles and princes in ancient times. Good old Grecian Archimedes boast- ed that he could move-the earth if he | could find a place to stand while do- ing it. He foresaw great things to be accomplished by mechanical means. But the disciples of Archimedes of | modern times have found what their master was loking for. And they didn’t have to go off the planet to get 4 basis of operation.—Exchange. Rich Find of Fossils More fossil fishes and sharks are being turned out in a day by a power shovel operating in the region to the west of Cleveland, known to geologists as the Big Creek basin, than the pa- tience of old-time collectors would bring to light in a whele season. Since lots are being laid out in this part ‘of Cleveland shale prized by scientists for its fishy relics of a past age, the Cleveland Museum of Natural History has obtained the co-operation of one of the land companies and funds from friends to manipulate ‘a Steam shovel. Though Big Creek is only one foot deep, sharks five feet long are caught by the shovel while the bungalows ereep closer every day. | Many choice fishes, millions of years | old, are being saved to science that | would otherwise be lost, according to Dr. J. E. Hyde, curator of geology of the Cleveland museum. Wretched Fake Secretary Merrill of the shipping | board said at a dinner in Washing- ton: “The foreign rivals of our mer- cantile marine like to poke fun at us. t They pretend that we Americans are | greenhorns on the water—we whose | clipper ships were once the wonder of | the world. : “An English skipper, for instance, told a fake story the other day about an American freighter that was enter- Ing the port of Liverpool when the cap- tain was heard to yell furiously to the mate: “ ‘Say, are you bringin’ in the blunt end or the sharp end of this ship? “A minute later, wanting her to slow down, the mate howled : | “‘Whoa! 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