| A ————————————————————————————— lnm mun FLASH THE LEAD DOG © By GEORGE MARSH © (TTT ren Copyright by The Penn Publishing Company WNU Service I] [Cg et — ee = At = = a I — = et to] =] ot rt a a fon] ramet E imum SYNOPSIS Up the wild waters of the un- known Yellow-Leg, on a winter's hunt, journey Brock McCain and Gaspard Lecroix, his French-Cree comrade, with Flash, Brock’s puppy and their dog team, Brock's father had warned him of the danger of his trip. After several battles with the stormy waters they arrive at a fork in the Yel- low-Leg. Brock is severely in- jured in making a portage and Flash leads Gaspard to the un- conscious youth, CHAPTER III—Continued —rf After long days of slavery with pole, paddle and line, they had reached their goal. Brock’s freckled face beamed with a smile of salisfaction at the thought that, never before, so far as anyone knew, had a white man dipped a paddle in these waters. To what risks—what perils, lay before them when the “freezing moon” of the Crees swung above the ridges and the northers from the bay drove south, locking lakes and streams with ice, and the “long snows” blanketed for- est and muskeg, he gave no thought. They were well provisioned, but of course would need much fish anc game to carry the dogs and themselves through to the break-up of the river ice in May. But caribou surely roamed the muskegs of the back coun- try and s.ch a lake contained fish. They would make out all right, And then with what a fur pack this nntrapped country should send “hem home to Hungry House and the envy + of the Crees at the trade! And the ® vgs 4a. would trade it for! Dogs 5 Gaspard, a Peterboro canoe of is own for Brock, new rifles and outfit for the next winter's hunt. From daylight to dusk of the days following, the trappers raced against the winter which one day without warning would close in on the valley of the Yellow-Leg, sheathing the coves of the lakes and the dead-waters of the rivers with a film of ice, smother- ing the sun while powdery snow whit- ened ridges and barrens. In the wind: break of a heavy stand of spruce con- venient to the river, they pitched their tent. This, banked high with snow and heated by the folding tent-stove of shee. iron, which Brock’s father had given them, would be snug in the bitterest weather. Near by, they trimmed and peeled standing spruce saplings and built a platform cache as a storehouse for food, high above the reach of the dogs, and stray ani- mals which might find it in their ab- sence. And to check prowling wolv- erines from climbing the slippery up- rights, they circled each spruce with a necklace of inverted fishhooks. Then, setting the net which was visit- ed each morning, tHe boys began to store Ike trout and whitefish. Along the water courses, in the swamps and on the ridges, east, south and west, they searched for game signs, blazing trails on which they would run tap- lines when the snow came. Swiftly the mellow days of the northern Indian summer passed. Then, one day, when they had cut firewood on the ridge behind the camp until their backs were stiff, Brock suggest- ed: “We've just got time enough to look at that little river across the lake before it gets dark. It ought to be good mink and otter country, and I'm sick of this ax.” So they paddled across the two miles of restless lake, gray under the lead-colored sky. At the mouth of the stream which was on the north shore, a mud beach offered a good landing for a canoe. Drawing up the boat, Gaspard started up the shore ahead of Brock, when, suddenly, he quick- ened his pace. “What's up?” demanded the other, searching the lake shore ahead for the cause of his friend's action. Gaspard stopped, pointing to the mud at his feet. “By the great horned owl, a canoe!” cried the excited Brock. “We've nevy- er landed here!” “No, dere ees no keel—eet ees a birch-bark.” The frowning eyes of the speaker traversed the beach near them; then, with a significant “Ah- hah!” Gaspard walked a few steps and pointed to something at his feet. “Moccasin track—Injun |” Leaving Brock, he walked a few yards, his eyes searching the beach, then suddenly stopped and bent over, busy with the problem before him. Shortly, with a nod of finality, he turned to Brock, “White man, here!” he said soberly. “Injun track turn in; white man walk straight.” “Yes, 1 see it now,” admitted Brock, “but what could bring a white man here—where would he come from?” Then across Brock’s brain flashed the memory of the strange schooner at the mouth of the Yellow-Leg. His jaw dropped as his eyes opened with the surmise, “That schooner!” he gasped. “Free traders! So we may have to share this country, after all. 1 thought we were t'e first to see it,” ha add ed ruefully “Dey will not like to find us here— dose people. We have troubl’ yet.” At the words of his friend, the fight- ing blood of generations of oioneer ancestors heated in Brock's veins. “Try to drive us out, eb?” he rasped. his blue eyes flaming. “Look here, you aud | can shoot all aroand most can't we? We know that! going to be run out of this country, where we've got as much right as they have?’ Gaspard thrust out a sinewy hand which his friend impulsively grippea. “We stay!” said the half-breed, quietly, his swart f.cc set like stone. That night, as Brock lashed with rawhide to cross pleces, two long, six inch strips of birch, planed to a quar- ter inch in thickness and curled at one end by steaming, from time o time he glanced curiously at his com- panion busied with the foot lashings of a pair of snowshoes, “What's on your mind, Gaspard?’ he said, at length. “You've been 1ull- ing over something for the last hour.” Gaspard lifted a face so bitter that Brock abruptly stopped work on his trapping sled. “Out with it, my lad; no secrets between partners!” The face of the half-breed softened as he met his friend's curious eyes, but he did not answer, * “You don't suppose they were here last year?” Brock burst out, in excite- ment, as the thought of the elder Le- croix flashed across his mind. The dark face of Gaspard was knot- ted with pain as he turned to his friend. The glitter of hate, so im- placable, so ruthless, in the small eyes o” Lecroix, filled the one who watched Indians, Are we with awe. Never before had Brock seen that look in the eyes of his friend. “lI tink dese men know—w’at be- come—of my fader,” replied Gaspard, deliberately, his brooding eyes again seeking the fire, “He was ver good man een de bush; he nevaire starve out.” “And his dogs—some would come back if the wolves didn’t get them,” “Ah-hah, dey would come home,” of hard thinking, “if they did away with your father for coming into this country, they'll try to do the same with us—shoot us from ambush or steal our grub and burn the tent when we're away on the lines.” Gaspard nodded in agreement. “We'll have To move our camp, at once.” “On de first snow I go back into dat countree nord of de lac an’ dose peopl.” In the silence, from a distant ridge, drifted a faint call. “De wolf, he hunt tonight,” said ing noses at the frosted stars, howled back their challenge to the ancient en- emy across the soundless forest. Like an omen of evil, the wail of the wolf struck upon the ears ot Brock McCain. Into these bleak hills Pierre Lecroix and his dogs had zone, never to return. When the spring came to Hungry House would they wait in vain for the coming of the canoe which had left in August for the headwaters of the Yellow-Leg? Who knew? CHAPTER IV The Battle in the Muskeg Then, one day, a stinging north- wester drove down across Kiwedin, Ojibwa for “The Birthplace of the North Wind,” bringing the snow to whiten hills, barrens, and forest floor and betray the journeyings of their restless hoofed and furred nomads. With the coming of the snow, the boys began hauling their frozen fish and look for | | ) f | daughter when she Gaspard, as the aroused huskies, point: | | casions. goose and their outfit into the back | | admired. country, to a new camp they had lo- cated in the valley of another stream, | tributary to the lake, where the t"'ck spruce timber provided both a wind- break and concealment. And with the coming of the snow, started the education of the hulking Flash, who, the previous winter, had been too young to break to harness. Gradually, under the patient tutorship of Brock, the pup learned the mean- ing of Gee! and Haw! Soon, at the command, Marche! the twelve-months- old husky would leap into his collar | colors, for there are many and take his master scurrying over | colored cotton prints available the young snow, (TO BE CONTINUED.) Open Mind Requisite of Proper Judgment Your judgment is no better than your information, is a good statement to memorize. It is certain that to ac- quire judgment, one must investigate a subject from different angles. The first information may only tell part of the truth. One may discover that he has been misinformed or so slightly | informed that it is a poor foundation on which to form an opinion. If you only read what you already | Some do not | know, you learn nothing, | | | | want to read something new or read | the other side of a question on which they have narrow but profound convie- tions. discuss views with which they cannot agree or understand. They condemn the preacher or the teacher who taxes their minds with new ideas. The way to acquire knowledge is to keep an open mind so that different angles of thought may present them- selves for your information, That is the basis of sound judgment,.—Success- | ful Farming. Bread From Peanuts “If the general public were educated to the great value of peanuts as a food for human beings. the farmer in the South could grow more with profit,” an expert of the Department of Agriculture declares, “A bread made of a mixture of 25 parts peanut | IV flour and 75 parts wheat flour is a very nutritious and palatable food. In experimental feeding of rats. reau found that the rate of growth of animals fed on peanut bread was much greater than that of animals on a die of whole wheat bread.” They stop the paper that dares | THE PATTON COURIER CONVENIENT FOLDING BREAKFAST TABLE § The home demonstration ( Using Drop Shelf as Breakfast Table in Remodeled Kitchen. (Prepared by the United States Department of Agriculture.) agent, who is breakfasting with this farm woman in Massachusetts, is trying out one of her own suggestions—the use { of hinged conveniences'in a very small kitchen, to save space. table can be folded up and hooked to the wall when it is not needed, when a hasty meal is being served or an extra surface is wanted for pre- paring food or serving a number of individual dishes it can be very When there are only two for breakfast, and perhaps the housewife is for lunch, even a dining alcove is hardly necessary, and this little folding device answers every purpose. The ironing board, similarly hinged to the “Well,” said Brock, after an interval | wall, is let down only when necessary. This dropped but useful. alone MAKE ALL SCHOOL DRESSES SIMPLE | Fussy or Fragile Frocks Pre- vent Childish Play. (Prepared by the United States Department of Agriculture.) Possibly ao task gives a mother more real enjoyment than selecting or mak- the dresses worn by her small is between three or four and ten. Sometimes the moth- er herself feels once more like a little girl with a doll to dress, and she takes so much pleasure in planning her “doll’s” wardrobe that she allows her imagination to run riot. The little girl, too, has ideas about frills and ruffles and fancy decorations she has seen on other children's clothes. The result is often an elaborate, over- trimmed, impractical set of dresses which not only give much work in the making but also in “doing up.” Dresses that are too fussy or too fragile for everday wear prevent a child from indulging in normal active play, and make her too conscious of herself and her appearance; or else they are soon dirty and draggled and ing much less pleasant to look at than plain, sturdy play suits. Another unfortunate point, too, is that the frocks that make a little girl look like a dressed-up doll are not really in good taste except for “dressup” oc- If worn to school the child is likely to be criticized rather than The bureau of home economics, United States Department of Agricul- ture, has been interested in designing dresses for the little girl that can be easily made and laundered, that are comfortable to wear, pleasing to look at, and easy to put on and take off. Even a three-year-old ‘can learn to dress herself if the fastenings are few in number, with large, findable buttons, placed in front. It is not necessary to choose dull, uninteresting gay, fast- that appeal to any little girl. In winter time they may be replaced by warm washable challies in similar designs. Plain colors, too, are good in such materials as broadcloth or poplin. Mexican Bean Salad Is Sufficient for Lunch Kidney beans may be served in a salad after they have been cooked in the usual way, the bureau of home economics suggest. The combination of ingredients below makes a fairly hearty dish, sufficient for lunch, 1 pint dried kidney 14 tsp, salt. beans, 14 tsp. paprika or 1 pint chopped cel- chili powder, ery. 2 tbs. lemon juice. 1 tbs. minced onion. 2 tbs, oil, 1, cup chopped : nuts, | Wash the beans and soak them in the bu. | | two quarts of cold water overnight. Add one-half teaspoonful salt anc { cook them in the water in which they were soaked until they are tender but not broken, Drain and cool the beans, then mix with the celery, onion and nuts. Blend the ofl, lemon juice and salt and pour over the miygure Chil} thoroughly and crisp | tuce. serve on Salt Absorbs Water. In a crowded day R luckless little four-year-old boy upset a glass of water. While his em | barrassed ycung another with a baby | gir in ler .gpms tried to remedy the ge, the. kind waiter said “nevah began to shake salt all over the damp linen. “What will that do?” asked the mother, He ex- plained-that the salt will absorb most of thie water and then be brushed off, scarcely leaving a trace of the accl- | | mind mam” and | dent. let- | dining car the other | ACIDS IN FRUITS HELP NUTRITION Research Work Carried on | in Recent Years. Fruits haveibeen recognized increas- ingly in recent years as important items of diet, in part because it has been discovered that they are excel- lent sources of vitamines, stituents, notably the acids, on which constructive research work has been done in recent years by chemists in the United States Department of Agri- culture. Citric acid and malic acid, usually both in the same fruit, have been found to be the principal fruit acids. However, { the fruits have other important con- | The acidity of oranges, lemons, grape- | fruit, limes, and most of the berries is due almost entirely to citric acid: apples and quinces owe their sour tang almost entirely to malic acid, while peaches, apricots, and pears have a mixture of the two. The black- | pennies. berry acid is called isocitric, and E. | K. Nelson, of the bureau of chemistry and soils, describes this as a “peculiar fruit acid not found elsewhere in na- ture. Isocitric acid is closely related to citric acid, possessing the same em- pirical formula but a different strue- ture.” In a table giving the acidity of more than a score of fruits, Mr. Nelson re- cords that the tamarind, with 8 per cent acidity, is the sourest fruit, more than twice as acid as the lemon, with 3.88 per cent. The tamarind’s acidity is due almost exclusively to tartaric acid. The grape is the only fruit with a considerable content of tartaric acid. In the body most of the acids are oxidized readily, the sodium, potas- sium, or calcium with which they com- bine remaining to counteract acid con- ditions in the body and to help pre- vent excess of acidity. Rice Patties Nice With Creamed Chicken or Fish As a basis for creamed chicken or fish, rice patties are dainty and pal- atable. Leftover rice may be used if it is packed in a mold before it is cold, or you may cook the rice espe- cially for patties, if you allow suffi- cient time for it to mold. The recipe is from the bureau of home economics. 2 tsp. salt, Butter. 1 cup rice, 2 quarts water. Wash the rice through many ters, or under running water until it clear, Drop the rice slowly boiling runs other | | ing wa- | into the rapidly boiling salted water, | and cook until the grains are soft when pressed between the fingers. To prevent sticking to the kettle, lift the rice occasionally with a fork. When the rice is tender, drain, and press into a layer about. one and one- half inches thick in a greased shal low pan. Cut into rounds three or four inches across with a moistened biscuit cutter, If desired the rice may be allowed to stand low pan over night before cutting. Place the rounds of rice on a greased in the shal- | baking sheet and pour melted butter sides in the both flame in Brown under them on the over the broiling oven or oven, Wasted Food. “With only 5 per cent of the 28,750. | 000 American homes having refrigera- tors, and with only 20 per cent of housewives in the United States waste $700,000,000 in food annually through spoilage,” acording to an engineering official who figures spoilage at 10 cents per day for most families. Were it possible to check the needless waste it would be found that values would be sufficient to feed one of the major na- tions of western Europe. | these using refrigeration all the year, | DIP, 74, FACING LIFE TERM FOR A 7-CENT THEFT Convicted 22 Times and Has Served Four Prison Sentences. New York.—A slight figure, a little stooped by age, came out of the sub- way at city hall one afternoon recent- ly. He was dressed in a neat brown suit and wore a blue bow tie and a new fedora hat. His iron gray mustache was smartly clipped, his complexion ruddy, his hands long and narrow and verv white. He was always very care ful of his hands; by them he had made a precarious living for many, many years. He strolled through the group gath- ered In front of the hall, apparently intent only on looking around. Sev- eral times he stopped for a moment, then went on again, aimlessly. Once he put his hand into the inside pocket of his coat and smiled a little sadly as it came out empty. He resumed his walk, finally pausing just behind sev- eral men standing in a circle talking. Sees Familiar Face. A moment later he felt himself tapped on the shoulder, and from the corner of his eye saw a familiar face. He said nothing, but slowly opened his right hand, displaying three coins. His captor looked down and picked | AN 0, i y a | i i i f | ; = He Said Nothing, but Slowly Opened | His Right Hand. | them up one by one—a nickel and two | Then “Deafy” Dowd, who | had just been arrested for the twen- | ty-seventh time, permitted himself the luxury of a smile. He made only one remark while being searched and questioned in the | pickpocket squad's room at police headquarters. When detectives sug- gested that he must be losing his ability, “Deafy” just smiled; when they told him that if he were con- victed he would spend the rest of his | life in prison, he smiled. But when it was said that he was the last “of the old bunch,” he shook his head forlornly. No Relatives, No Friends. “Yes, 1 guess 1 am. The others have all gone.” “Deafy’s” real name {is John; his age is seventy-four. He has no par- ticular home, but for the last few months has been living as John Mur- phy at 100 Bowery. He has no rela- tives; no friends. On 27 arrests his 27 he has been convicted 22 times, serv- four terms in Sing Sing for at- tempted grand larceny. His police record began in December, 1887, when he was sentenced to a year in the re- formatory for petit larceny. The police say that when he took 7 cents from the pocket of John Kelly of 122 West One Hundredth street he laid himself open to a life term. Man Claims Dog Gets Steak, He Gets Gravy Atlantic City, N. J.—His wife was more fond of her collie than of her husband, Albert Gildersleeve, sixty, told County Judge William H. Smath- | ers here recently. Mrs. Gildersleeve | had complained that her husband left | her ten days before and asked the court to compel him to support her. They have been married 20 years. “Every time I come home,” Gilder- sleeve told the judge, “the dog is in her lap or arms, She has the dog in her arms when she is cooking, and when she fries a nice steak the dog gets the steak and 1 get the gravy.” Judge Smathers gave them a week to patch up their differences. Will of Man Dead 45 Years Filed for Probate Fort Collins, Colo.—A will made by a man who died 45 years ago has just been presented ror probate in County court here. Charles F. Hanby, who died in Loveland, Colo., in 1883, made the will three years before his death, and it was filed jointly with that of his son, Charles M. Hanby, who died October 1. Jumps to Death Gallipolis, Ohio.—While riding to a nearby town, where she was to have been married, Miss Drussie Bates of this city was killed when she jumped from an automobile which she thought 8 | myriad lights. Snowflakes were flurry- ing past as the sharp, crisp December | wind blew it fiercely into the faces of hurrying last-minute shoppers whose arms packages. then added, “but what a mockery! So happiness. into violent weeping. | his wife—his | door of her boarding house was going to collide with another car. tell birth, stirred, true In every heart find voice, to friend of kin fills town A Child is born again. (C), 1928; Western Newspaper Union) GAIN the bells ring out to The story angels told. The blessed tidings of His That never can grow old. Again the world is thrilled and With gladness men rejoice, And happy thoughts and wishes With smiling face friend calls A greeting most sincere, And friendship ties and ties Have grown morestrongand dear. Once more the joy of Christmas The hearts and souls.of men, Once more in Bethlehem’s little #9 WONDERFUL 98 : CHRISTMAS § iy : : Ee SE ERrORD < 4 Zz MORRIS OW FT y = - -rTmt ZZ HY of\ GNES LOWDEN looked from her A second-story bedroom window in 9 - the downtown district upon a typical Christmas eve scene. The street was aglow with its were laden with mysterious “How lovely!” she murmured, and much happiness mingled with dire un- Oh, God, help me not to lose faith!” Turning to her bed she threw her- self upon it face downward and burst So this was the disappointing close of the day for which she had so long waited—the day Rob Roy was to come to claim her as Christmas gift. Six months before Agnes had sent him away that both might learn through long separation if each meant to the other all that was needful to insure their fu- ture happiness. And she had told him to come; that at last she knew her heart's desire; that on Christmas eve she would wel- come him and go witb him to the very end of the earth. In vain had she listened through the long hours of the day for a telephone call, a telegram, or his ting at the Nothing came, and all this merry-making about her but mocked her in her misery. When Agnes awoke with the dawn of a clear Christmas morning she lsoked out upon a far different scene than that which the glowing lights of the night before had presented. The streets seemed deserted, and but for smoke curling out of chimneys, one might suppose that no one cared enough for the day’s celebration to quit comfortable beds to spread the glad tidings. But hark! There broke upon the air clarion notes of cathedral chimes proclaiming to the world the birth of the Christ. The grand old hymn with its martial strain brought to the mind of every listener the glorious words : “Joy to the world, the Lord is come, Let earth receive her king.” Agnes stood with bowed head until the last uote of the last stanz« had died away, struggling hard to grasp the true spirit of the day, though her torn heart was unable to entirely cast aside the bitterness of the great dise appointment she had suffered. A lite tle later, from a near-by church the crowd of early worshipers came pours ing out, and as she looked, came tha thought: “All of those people are happy. With joy they can think of their Lord and King, their loved ones, little tok= ens of affection and appreciation te cause their hearts to swell with un- bounded joy. But what have I? Only emptiness and hopelessness. Ah, Christe mas but mocks me with its revelry.” Determining to fly at once to some unknown address where Rob would never find her, Agnes arrayed herself hurriedly for the street. But every minute or two, between garments slipped on, she would draw aside the curtain again for one more searching glance into the street below. At last she pulled her nobby, close-fitting lite tle hat becomingly into place, drew on her gloves, and turned for her coat when the screech of colliding cars dis rectly under her window called her back once more. “Oh, some one is hurt!” she ale most screamed, and her nurse's instinct to offer first aid sent her rushing pell-mell down the stairs and out into the street where a crowd had al- already gathered about a wrecked car. Agnes forged ahead to the side of the ma- chine just as a taxi arrived to receive the ine jured person, “Oh, Agnes, is it really you?” “Rob!” Without a word of explanation to anyone the frightened but happy girl climbed into the taxi by the side of Rob, forgetful now of everything ex= cept getting him to the hospital as quickly as possible for the dressing of wounds which he declared could not be serious. “Didn't quite make it on time, dear,” he said with his head on her shoul- der, “but I was doing my level best, And to think this should have hap- pened right in front of your house.” “And to think I was about to rum away from you when that truck struck you. No, I didn’t know it was you, but something just made me fly to the scene and—" “You were watching, Agnes?” “Yes, dear, I was watching, but had given up hope. I thought you didn’t care; that I had called to you in vain. I was crushed.” “So none of my messages reached you. Too bad! I had to trust them to others. But now that we are to- gether, dear, you will not leave me for a single moment, will you, until we are man and wife? “Never! It Is going to be such a wonderful Christmas after all, Rob, and I had thought it so desolate, “Yes, dear, a wonderful Christmas {™ (©, 1928, Western Newspaper Union.) TE MEE Oct Tees Deer THE MAM WHO WASKY GOIN' Yo GARRY ANY BUNDLES AFTER HE MARRIED.” ee L THE FEAT NO WE AREN'T ( CUT MUCH HERE L Mrs. MILTON'S G ToucH of AST RL Wow “SIL ble (Copyright, W.N. U OD ease By PE 'Copyrixbt, by
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