' } THE PATTON COURIER W. N. U. Service a FILLASH : The Lead Dog : SYNOPSIS Up the wild waters of the un- k¥nown 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, The trappers race desperately to reach their destination before winter sets in. Flash engages in a desperate fight with a wolf and kills him. Gaspard tells Brock of his de- termination to find out who killed his father. Tracks are discovered and the two boys separate for scouting purposes, Brock is jumped by two Indians and a white man and knocked uncon- scious. He is held prisoner. Gas- pard rescues him while his cap- tors sleep, Gaspard believes these men Killed his father and is pre- vented from killing them by Brock. While out alone Gaspard is shot from ambush by an In- dian and kills his would-be slayer. While out on his trap lines Brock is caught in a heavy snow storm. He is lost and his food gives out. His hopes are raised when he discovers a moose trail. He kills a moose and finds Gaspard’s trail. Gaspard finds another Indian trailing him and wounds him, CHAPTER IX—Continued —16— Then the youth drew his skinning knife. His glittering eyes drew close to the ash-gray face of the man who lay by the fire under the blankets. “Were you here—last long snows—in this country?” he asked, hoarse with passion. The pinched face nodded. “There was a man—from the south —ambushed, in the month of the melt- ing snow. Is he alive?” In the eyes of the Indian fear gave way to a look of bewilderment, of agony, as he gasped: “I am very sick.” “Youn saw this hunter?’ pressed the inexorable son of Pierre Lecroix. The Indian feebly nodded. “ls he alive?” There was no answer. Gaspard glanced at the distorted face, blood- less, still; then fumbled under the Indian's capote for the heart beat. There was none. Rising, the baffled son of Pierre Le- croix shook his fists at the insensate spruce, In his heart was no pity for this man at his feet, who had tracked him that day to shoot him through the back. These men had taken from him the father he loved—were ruth- lessly hunting down Brock and him- self. At that moment, his missing partger might lie somewhere, stiff in the snow, as this assassin lay here, at bis feet. It was war to the death, now, be- tween. Gaspard Lecroix and the men who had taken from him father and his friend. Through the winter he would hunt them as one hunts the wolverine who robs the traplines. Be- fore the March crust they would learn that on their trails followed a tracker, merciless as the carcajou, untiring as the timber wolf. The war was on! Leaving the body of the Cree to the toothed and clawed mercies of the wood-folk, who would shortly find fit under the heap of snow with which Gaspard covered it, he continued on his wide circle north of the big lake. Heartsick with thoughts of his miss- ing partner, he approached the camp. Eighteen days now, he thought. With the country full of game Brock couldn’t have starved, even if lost. And if lost, in time he was bound to find the lakes or the river. No, they had taken or killed him—the friend he loved. The dogs, ravenous with hunger, greeted him with a chorus of yelps. Then he saw, standing in the snow, Brock’s trapping sled. His heart bounded. Brock was safe—had come home! Brock was alive—his partner —was alive! “Kekway!” he shouted in his joy, running to the tent. “Ha! You Brock!” But the tent was empty. He had gone again! Where? Circling the camp, Gaspard found his own trail of three days before, followed by the well-known tracks of Brock’s wider webs, “By Gar! He go to find Gaspard!” cried the excited hunter. Then, in his emotion, he hugged each of the clam- oring huskies. With Brock alive, the situation was changed. He now had some one to live for—to take care of. His promise to Angus McCain, made at Hungry House, to bring Brock back, bound him. He could not ask his partner to go north with him and throw his life away in a mad attempt at ven. geance. He would stay with Brock and trap while the fur was prime, then in March, he would journey north in search of his foes. If he failed to return, Brock could take the dogs and run the river to the sea, alone, and carry to Hungry House a fur-pack that would pull the eyes out of the factor’'s head. Late in the afternoon of the sec- ond day, as Gaspard followed Slit- Ear pulling the hind-quarters of a caribou in over the ice-hard trail lead- Ing to the camp, Flash met them with An extravagant welcome, “Hello, you man-killer! What d@’yub meee Bye GEORGE MARSH ro Copyright by The Penn Publishing Co. mean by leaving just as I totter back after starving out in the bush?” The lean face of Gaspard shone with his joy at seeing his friend. “You ole Brock! You geeve me some bad day, Brock!” he cried, pounding the shoulder of the stalwart white boy, as he wrung his hand. “I hunt an’ hunt for your trail—" “But tell me,” Brock interrupted. “You were followed, and you waited for him. But how did you know he was on your trail?” “lI feel dat dey were after me, dat morning. And you saw heem?” “Yes, I wanted to be sure he didn’t get you and leave on your shoes, so I looked at the body. Did you learn any- thing?” “No, de Cree have seen my fader— he know ; but he was weak an’ nevaire tell how my fader die.” “Too bad! I'm mighty sorry, part- ner.” Brock rested a mittened hand on the shoulder of his friend, whose dark features pictured the bitterness of his disappointment. Then over a supper of caribou steaks and tea, Brock told his story. “Nevaire travel een a norder again,” commented the bush-wise Gaspard. “Wait for de sun; den you don’ get lost.” “By gar, dat Flash ees smart dog!” cried the half-breed, when Brock told of missing the moose, “De wolf ham- string caribou; but bull-moose, in de deep snow ees ver’ strong. Dat ees cross dog, dat Flash!” “His heart's all iron, and the way he traveled on an empty stomach was a caution. He hadn't eaten for days when he tackled that moose. Gas- pard, if anything happened to that pup, I'd want to quit.” The lean features of the other McCain’s way, to love his friend, his dog, with all the capacity of his big heart. There were no reservations in Brock. w * LJ * * » * Hitching the dogs to the long, haul- ing sled which had come on the canoe | load all the way from Hungry House, | with Flash in the rear, behind Slit- Ear, to separate him from the lead- | er, Yellow-Eye, the boys started next day over Brock’s trap-line trail, bur- ied under the new snow. Gaspard led the team, tramping the new snow down to the ice-hard trail beneath, now frozen solid to the ground by the constant traveling of Brock and Flash with the trapping sled. With the tangible warnings Gas pard and Brock already had had, to attempt to finish the winter on Yel- low-Leg lakes meant a life of con- stant vigilance. Once their enemies from the north worked south of the big lake and found the trap-line trails, they n.ight be ambushed or taken in their sleep, for the dogs could be poisoned or shot. But never, for an instant, did the two hunters consider a retreat. The heart of Gaspard Le- croix knew but one desire—desire for knowledge of how his father died and for vengeance om those respons: ible for his death, And little as Brock relished the idea of leaving his bones in the wilderness of the Yellow-Leg, his loyalty to his friend and his fight- ing spirit admitted no thought of avoiding what the long snows held for them. Already they had given the strangers good proof of what man hunters might expect in the forests of the south. Two had gone out, never to return. And later, on the March crust, when the going was good, the hunted ones would turn hunters. So ran the thoughts of the friends as they made camp on the eve of the hunt on the big barren. Under stars still bright in a purple sky, Brock and Gaspard cooked break- fast. Leaving the whimpering dogs— begging to be taken—wired to trees, the partners snowshoed to the flank of the barren and waited for dawn Two days before, Gaspar« had counted a hundred caribou, but now, as the blue east grayed, and the frosty stars paled and faded, they wondered wheth- er ghostly patrols of the phantom wanderers of the north were out there in the shadows digging with round- toed hoofs for the reindeer moss of the bairen. At last the bitter dawn slashed through the ashen east with rose and pearl and amber slits of light. (TO BE CONTINUED.) “Sea Serpent” Myth The comparative safety and com: fort of the modern ocean vessel may be blamed for the disappearance of the sea serpent, in the opinion of Aus- tin H. Clark of the Smithsonian insti- tution, The tales of marvelous and fearful sea monsters all belong to the | days when sailing the seas was highly | dangerous and the large fish could come uncomfortably close to the ship's passengers. A man on the dry, secure deck of the modern vessel lacks the stimulus to his imagination that would make him see queer creatures in the sea, although occasionally even now tales are told in all sincerity of sea serpents being seen.—Exchange, Doing Well, Too “Is your son a success?” “In his line.” “What's his line?” “Oh, he demonstrates what the well- dressed young man will wear this season.”—Louisville Courier-Journal | | lighted in understanding. It was Brock | 00000000000000000000000000 Clerk Routs Armed Robber With Knife Portland, Ore, — Infuriated when a man tried to rob him, Irwin Fahriander, grocery store | clerk, picked up the establish- | ment's fruit knife and started after the robber. The robber had entered the store, drawn a gun, and con- fronted the clerk, saying: “Gim- me all the money in that cash register.” “Get out of here, or I'll carve you with this knife,” Fahrian- der said, grabbing the murder- ous looking weapon. The robber left the store closely followed by the enraged clerk, 0-0-0-0-000000-0000000000000000 ROBBER TELLS OF PRISON ESCAPES Caught Few Hours After Hold- up of Train. Herkliner, N. Y.—Thomas Fialowski, thirty years old, of Buffalo, was ar- rested near here by state troopers in connection with the holdup of a New York Central train just outside Herkimer, According to the troopers, Fialowski admitted the holdup. Two watches stolen from passengers and a little more than $40, the amount obtained i in the holdup, were found in his pos- session, troopers said. The bandit who held up the pas- sengers in the day coach on the train escaped after firing shots over the heads of the terrorized victims. One shot was fired at him by Dominik Dee, of Frankfort, as he leaped from the train while it was moving at about 35 miles an hour. According to the story told troopers by Fialowski he was knocked uncon- scious after leaping from the train and laid beside the tracks for five hours. Later he made his way te Herkimer and boarded a bus for Cold- brook, and was wanted in this state and in Missouri as an escaped convict. Fialowski's head was bruised and his clothing was torn. suspicious of the man and asked James Kennedy, a passenger, to notify state police. Kennedy dropped from the bus without arousing suspicion and telephoned police, who pursued the bus in an automobile and took Fialowski off between Middleville and Newport. Fialowski said he was sentenced from Buffalo in 1925 to ten years in Auburn for assault, but escaped Au- gust 18, 1927, with three other con- victs. Later he was sentenced from St. Louis to ten years in the Missouri state prison, but escaped on December 14, 1928, after serving seven months. Coming East agaln to “see the world,” he said, he wandered through the Eastern states and was in Schenectady, where he was drinking heavily before boarding the train. Veteran Saves War Time Buddy Who Rescued Him New York.—Maybe they were just fighting that old war over again— Charles Fitzpatrick, American dough- boy, and his buddy, Allen Smith—but: “He saved my life in France!” That's what Allen told the judge in Essex Market court when he was asked to sign a complaint against Fitzpatrick charging him with feloni- ous assault. There was a quiver in Allen’s voice as he added: “I'll sign a complaint Charley on no consideration!” Allen, now fifty-five, was thinking back to the thunderous day in 1917 when the battlefields of France were red and muddy. He was lying wound- ed in a shell hole in No Man’s Land. Charley came crawling through the mud and dragged him to safety. Charley now is fifty-nine, and the two have been rooming together at 28 Goerck street. Early Sunday morning, in a drunk- en argument, Charley is said to have stabbed him in the neck. Allen spoke timorously to the court: “He saved my life in France, and we've teamed up together ever since. Maybe he did stab me, but if it was him, it was because we were both drunk and we didn’t know what we were doing.” Magistrate Norris smiled as he dis- charged Fitzpatrick. Must Attend Church and Remain Sober Indianapolis.—Otis Owens, thirty- eight, must go to church every Sunday for the next six months and remain against state farm. That was the sentence passed recently by Municipal (Clifton R. Cameron when Owens sad- mitted he had just finished serving a 40-days’ sentence on the farm for drunkenness, and added as an extenuy- ating circumstance that he hadn't been to church since he was a boy. Dog Dies on Duty Baltimore, Md.—Ginger, just a dog, was a martyr to-duty. He stood as guardian over 25 canaries in gilded cages in the smoke-filled basement of the burning home of Martin H. Bauer, + his master. Fialowski is said also to have told | | the troopers that he had escaped from | | two prisons within the past two years | DISHWASHING 1S MADE MUCH EASIER Sinks and Other Surfaces Should Fit the Worker. (Prepared by the United States Department of Agriculture.) The way one stands while washing dishes or doing any other household task has much to do with the way one feels after the job is done, and also with one’s speed and efficiency in doing the work. Sinks and other working surfaces should therefore be installed at the best height for the worker so that a good posture may be maintained. By taking a home dem- onstration club of farm women to two different homes in their vicinity, a Massachusetts extension agent was able to show very effectively how great a difference it makes in posture and reduction of fatigue to have the sink properly placed at the right dis- tance from the floor for the one who is to do the work. Notice how low the sink is in the first picture. The dishwasher has to bend over most uncomfortably to reach the bottom of the dishpan. Al- though an old-fashioned type of sink, it would not be inconvenient if it were raised. It has a counter at the left on which to place dishes, a draining rack, and good light from a window. The very modern sink in the other pie- ture has been carefully located with reference to the worker's position. She can wash dishes while standing nor- mally. Undoubtedly the gleaming white porcelain finish and swinging George Stan- | |: | felner, driver of the bus, had become | i | dishwashing job if she times herself Sink Too Low, Causing’ Bad Posture. double faucet contribute to her satis- faction when she does her work, but her posture is the important thing. After getting her working surfaces placed at the right height any woman will find it interesting to see how much more efficiently she can do the at it and then tries to beat her own record. Some of the helps to this end, are: Have soiled dishes scraped and compactly stacked before beginning, Have plenty of running hot water. Have a clear space to put “washed dishes down for drying or draining. Have shelves nearby-—within reach of the sink without extra steps, 1f possi- ble—for putting clean china away, Have a wire drain basket in which dishes and silver can be scalded. Study the hand motions used in dish- washing and eliminating unnecessary ones. If the drainboard is on the left of the sink it is more comfortable for right-handed persons than when the hands must cross to put the washed dishes in the drainer. No experienced homemaker needs to be told that glasses should be washed first while the water is clean and very hot. Then comes silver, china that is Sink the Right Height Enables Work- er to Maintain Good Posture When Washing Dishes. least soiled, and greasy dishes last. If menus are kept simple and cooked with as few saucepans as possible, the most arduous part of dishwashing will be reduced accordingly. Baking dishes in which the food cooked can be sent to the table are useful because they cut down the number of articles to be washed. Cheese Custard Enjoyed Occasionally for Lunch Those who like the flavor of sharp cheese will enjoy cheese custard oc- casionally as a luncheon dish. It is made in ordinary custard cups served on small plates on which other foods of the same course may also be put. The recipe is from the bureau of home economics: 3 cups milk 3% ° sp. salt 11% cups sharp- 3 eggs flavored cheese, 1 tbs. flour cut into thin ©§ drops tabasco shavings Beat the eggs lightly. Heat the milk in a double boiler, reserving one- half cup of the cold milk to mix with the flour. Stir this flour and milk mixture into the hot milk and add the cheese and salt. Stir until the cheese has melted. Pour this mixture into the beaten eggs and add the ta- basco. Fill greased cups with the custard, place in a pan surrounded by water, and bake in a moderate oven until set in the center of the cup when tested with the point of a knife, Serve hot in the cups. BETTER GROUPING OF =} -—rno =r [| JES = 1 Rest Corner in (Prepared by the United States Department of Agriculture.) The large old-fashioned kitchen had its merits in spite of the unnecessary distances often walked by the house- keeper in doing her work. Better grouping of the equipment into more compact work centers often eliminates | most of this objection to the large | kitchen, and its advantages as a spa- cious light, warm, comfortable room for several family activities remain. The modern bungalow dispenses perfectly sober during that period— | or pay a fine of ten dollars and costs and serve thirty days on the Indiana | Judge | with an extra eating room, frequently, by having a “breakfast nook” or “din- ing-alcove,” The large farm kitchen often provides for serving the every- day meals in one of its corners, re- serving the formal dining room for special occasions. The kitchen is | preferred not only because it is warm- er and meals may be served more quickly there, but because men com- ing in from out-of-doors jobs feel that their working garments are out of place at meuls in more formal sur- roundings. Fuel, too, as well as time and effort, may be saved by keeping | only the kitchen at maximum temper- ature. Another corner of the farm kitchen | Is sometimes arranged so that the younger children can play under their mother’s watchful eye while she at- tends to her housework. Shelves or KITCHEN EQUIPMENT dl | HI A ir <7 see UF, 2 a Large Kitchen. things, a low table and chairs of corresponding size are provided, and the care of the children is easy. Or perhaps instead of a corner for the children there is a special part of the large kitchen reserved for a rest corner for the homemaker, Here she can sit down in comfort during those brief intervals in her schedule when something that is cooking must be watched, or when a neighbor runs in for a morning chat, or when she wishes to write up her household ac- counts. Some of these intervals ean be devoted to the darning basket if it is kept handy, or to the housewife’s “trade journals”—the woman’s maga- zines. The sketch by the bureau of home economics of the United States De- partment of Agriculture shows how one such rest corner was arranged. A worktable marked its boundary line, and on the farther wall below the win- dow shelves were put up for the cook- books, magazines, sewing materials, order pad, and account book. Wash- able curtains were used to screen the shelves, and a washable rag rug was placed near the inviting rocker. A kitchen cabinet might have been set in the same position as the worktable, and shelves or pockets arranged on the back if it for sewing materials or cupboards are built for storing play- for magazines. peolvedeaieddoaiuionleddoniodionlrdonioitunionlontundoadretontoriortord de it & & i Little Journeys in } % 3 $+ Americana $ > <> 3 # By LESTER B. COLBY 3 E000 0022024204 %0 4% 0 Pee ec toetec oetectosecbec®ectecte tects Sastesrsseieeniedeieienlefesdedenieniedenieadsadedendnds Lafcadio Hearn—The Misfit HARLES B. HEARN was an Irish- man in whose blood a strain of gypsy flowed. We meet him, briefly, in the 1840's. He is a surgeon-major in the British army. His regiment is sta- tioned somewhere in the Mediterran- ean, Gypsy and Celtic blood,” with an Infusion of Latin, probably, for the French and Spanish have traded for centuries with Ireland. Hot blood when love surges, Rosa Cerigote, a Greek girl of charm and beauty, catches the young sur- geon-major’s eye. He is in garrison, gayly uniformed and the wines are good. One night he carries her off, by main force, and marries her— cave man stuff, Thus another chapter in Americana begins, A son is born to them on the fs- land of Lafcada in 1850. They name him Lafcadio Hearn. Years pass, the child grows. Dr. Charles B. Hearn returns to Ireland taking with him his wife Rosa and the boy. But soon after Lafeadio is six years old the mother runs away. We do not see her again. The father also vanishes out of the picture. Lafcadio falls Into the hands of wealthy relatives. They raise him in castle halls, He has fine raiment, money to spend, everything, Finally he is placed in a good Catholic school. They have great hopes for him. He is brilliant, brainy. Perhaps, some day, a priest, Suddenly Lafecadio turns rebellious. He storms at the laws the church lays down. He announces that he is not a Christian. He says he cannot be- lieve the Bible. To the consternation of those who have showered their blessings upon him he walks out. He is gone, In the flight of time Lafcadio Hearn appears again. He is in Cincinnati, in America, down on the Ohio river. And he is in poverty. Lafcadio, the misfit. He is somewhat mature now; a short, squat man, swarthy and with large bulbous eyes—like those of a telescope fish. One eye is blind and there are white blotches over it. .afcadio Hearn, who has a gift for infinite detail, is proofreader on a Cincinnati newspaper. Dull stuff he reads. He can do better than that. So he begins to write. When Lafeadio Hearn writes, men stop instantly to read. Few writers have ever attained so quick and spec- tacular a success. He seems certain to rise to great heights. But sud- denly— Perhaps there is something primi- tive that stirs his blood. It seems that civilization and savagery are al- ways at conflict within him. No sooner does his station appear as- sured than he, in one of his expedi- tions out of higher realms, meets a girl. Octaroon she is, black blood in her veins. And this in Cincinnati, too. Lafcadio Hearn announces that he will marry her. His position on the newspaper is gone. Hunger is soon with him. He travels down the river, to Memphis, and the girl whose skin is pastel shade, is left behind. And that is that. The old Cordova bar, Gayoso street, these and other things; stone steps worn into holes ankle deep by in- numerable feet. That was Memphis in those days. Then, in 1861, he is in | New Orleans. He is broke and hungry, too. He gets a job on the Item, Soon a series of wonderful stories begins. They are intimate romances dealing with Creole, Spanish, French and negro life. He becomes prolific. He starts to translating early Eu- ropean writers—Maupassant, Pierre Loti, Flaubert, Tolstoy, Zola, Coppee, Daudet, Baudelaire—many others. The man is clever, extremely so. The literary world applauds. European literature skimmed of its cream, he turns to the Orient. Here he finds a field of entrancing color and amazing richness. Harper's sends him to Japan. He decides to stay there. He becomes teacher of Eng- lish in the University of Tokyo. He marries a Japanese woman, Sctsuko Kaizumi, and fathers two sons. Students of literature say no Oec- cidental ever knew the Orient as Hearn. He gives us “Out of the East,” “Chinese Ghosts,” “Glimpses of Unfamiliar Japan,” “Shadowings,” “The Romance of the Milky Way,” and many others. He is said to have once remarked to a friend: “lI have always had a distaste for the Anglo-Saxon and his culture; never could fully comprehend his morals. I love the Latins and the Orientals. If 1 had my choice I would live among the Latins and be buried in a Buddhist graveyard.” Lafcadio Hearn, strange, whimsical, gifted man. His bones have rested this quarter century in the midst of his Buddhist friends. (@ 1929, Lester B. Colby.) Nocturnal Colloquy “John!” “What’s the excitement?” “l think there i8 a burglar in the house.” “What do you suppose he Is look- ing for?” “Money, of course!” “Let him alone. There Is no use arguing with a fool.” ~1 What Will you smn When your Children Cry for It There is hardly a household that I hasn't heard of Castoria! At least five million homes are never without it. If there are children in your family, | there's almost daily need of its come ' fort. 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