THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the
Chlbougamau gold country, six men lost
their lives on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone, Garrett Finlay, brother of one
of the six, and Blaise, half-breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway posing as surveyors.
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INSTALLMENT TWO
Finlay receives an anonymous letter
suggesting that the six men were not
drowned as reported. Finlay and Malone
find the people of the Nottaway settle
ment strangely averse to discussing the
tragedy. Among themselves they ques
t » * #
tion the reports from the north that
the bodies of the men were found by
Indians. The name of Isadore, rich fur
man. when brought by Finlay, causes
an Immediate cessation of further con
versation along that line.
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Blaise quieted Flame as a figure
appeared in the path leading down
from the railroad fill.
“Bo’-jo!” returned Blaise.
The half-breed's eyes roved over
the heaped bags; then he turned to
Brassard. “You on survey?”
The thick muscles under Blaise’s
shirt tightened at the insolence of
the other’s manner. But his seamed
face might have been carved from
wood. “Ah-hah!” he said, easing a
cloud of smoke from his mouth.
“My name is Joe Flambeau. I
work for Jules Isadore!” announced
the caller. “What your name?”
“I am Big Windigo from Devil
Valley! I eat Nottaway Riviere man
for supper!” The twinkle faded to a
cold stare.
At the calculated affront the oth
er sucked in his breath. "By gar!
You eensult Joe Flambeau!” he
choked. Then Flambeau’s groping
fingers found and closed on the bone
handle of the knife under his coat.
“Don’ pull dat knife!" Brassard’s
voice was as brittle as shell ice.
“Look behin’ you!” he said.
Flambeau turned his head. Feet
bunched under him, the big aire
dale crouched like a panther.
“You pull dat knife and dat dog
land on your back and rip your
t’roat!”
Flambeau’s hand moved away
from his knife handle. "I don’ come
here for troubl’!” he said weakly.
“I talk business wid you.”
“Forget w’at I say!” appeased
Blaise. “I don’ mean not’ing. W’at
you want, Flambeau?”
“W’y you take Nottaway trail to
de Bay?”
“We survey lower riviere.”
Flambeau surprised Blaise with;
“Dese engineer pay you small
wages. I get you job wid big mon
ey.”
“Who wid?”
“Isadore! You are stout man. Isa
dore pay big money for strong man
on de riviere.”
It was growing interesting. Blaise
took the bait. "Ah-hah! W’at you
pay?”
“Double w’at you get! Leave dose
men and dey will not make survey
alone.”
Blaise threw back his head and
laughed. “You notice dat redhead?”
“Ah-hah!”
“He is Injun in white water! Fin
lay will run anyt’ing. Dey go to de
bay v idout me.”
Flambeau scowled. “Batoche will
talk wid you at daylight, here.”
“Ah-hah!”
“Ir ’ ’.ore give you big pay. Shake
hand!”
Blaise rose and extended a thick
paw. Then he deliberately tossed
his bombshell. “W’y do Isadore
watch de Nottaway like a fox watch
a rabbit run? He strike gold on
Waswanipi?”
Flambeau’s jaw sagged as he
stared at the cryptic face of the
speaker. “Mebbe he got gold! Meb
be! You come wid us and fin’ out!
I see you at daylight.”
Shortly Finlay and Malone joined
Blaise at the camp on the shore.
“This dump is sure stampeded!”
snorted the giant, filling and lighting
his pipe. “Can’t get a soul to talk!
From the way they shut up you’d
think the bush north of here was
full of cockeyed, man-eating Windi
go!”
‘‘Who’d you talk with?” asked
Finlay.
‘‘Cotter the storekeeper’s as
scared as a fox in deep snow with
a lynx on his trail. The rest are
the same way. You see McLeod?”
‘‘Yes. I showed him the last line
of the letter sent to the family and
asked if he recognized the writing;
By the look in his wife’s face I be
lieve he wrote it himself.”
‘‘Let’s see that letter, again, Gar
ry! When Cotter asked me to regis
ter, I saw in his book some writing
on a loose sheet signed by McLeod.”
Finlay handed Malone the letter
he carried in his wallet and the lat
ter read aloud:
‘‘To the family of Robert Finlay,
North Bay, Ontario:
‘‘Last spring Robert Finlay and
his partner, Andrew Troup, left Not
taway bound for the Chibougamau
gold country by way of the Was
wanipi River. In the fall it was
reported, here, that Montagnais In
dians had found their smashed ca
noe. This is the third party that has
disappeared on the Chibougamau
Trail in two years. There are peo
ple who have reasons why they don't
want prospectors traveling Waswa
nipi water.
“I don’t believe these six men
were drowned.
“A Friend.”
For some time Malone studied the
letter. ‘‘‘Yes, it looks mighty like
that writing of McLeod’s I saw in
Cotter’s book,” he said.
‘‘McLeod wrote that letter, Red.”
Finlay repeated his conversation
with the station agent and his wife.
‘‘But McLeod’s tied up here and
doesn’t want trouble,” he concluded.
‘‘Now whom does he suspect and
why?”
“Do you suppose someone’s made
a placer strike on the river and is
trying to hog it?”
“I sure do. It looks to me as if
we had run into the coldest attempt
to control wild country I’ve ever
heard of.” Garry turned to Bras
sard. “What do you think of it,
Blaise?”
“I t’ink nodding. I got new job.”
“Cut the funny stuff, Blaise!”
grunted Red. “What’s your dope on
the situation?”
“I work for Isadore, now!” an
nounced Blaise, his eyes snapping
like an otter’s. “I leave dis outfit
in de mornin’.” Then he described
his meeting with Flambeau.
“Good!” laughed Garry. “They’re
certainly worried about us. What
are you going to tell Batoche?”
"Wal, you see, I was hit on de
head, once. It leave me wid bad
memory. I tell Batoche dere is
some meestake. I navare talk wid
Flambeau."
“And will that bird be wild!”
chuckled Red. “Watch his right
hand! Don’t let him wing you.”
Blaise inhaled until his chest re
sembled a barrel. Hfe flexed his
thick biceps and yawned. “I take
good care dat fallar!” he said. Then
he rose and his face sobered. "I
like to have look at dis Isadore out
fit on Waswanipi.”
“Don’t you realize that we’ve got
to map the lower river?" demanded
Garry. “What’s the idea?”
“Tomorrow, I t’ink we get tele
graph order from Ottawa to map
Waswanipi Lake.”
“You old fox! You’ve hit it!" cried
Garry. “We’ll give that telegram
the air whether McLeod denies it or
not. In the morning this city hears
that we’ve been wired from head
quarters to map Waswanipi. Will
that be news?”
Finlay rose. "I’m dropping in on
those prospectors above here,” he
said, and left his friends.
“Hello, Mac!” greeted a voice as
Finlay reached the tent above the
bridge. “Sit down and light up!”
“Thanks, I will. Where you peo
ple heading?”
“Rouyn way! Plenty gold in them
quartz veins if you can locate ’em!”
“I can’t tell you! I’m
afraid to talk.”
said a grizzled veteran. “You’re on
the survey, they tell me.”
“Yes, we pull out in the morning
for Matagami."
“Well, you’re on government busi
ness. That makes you safe. But,
friend, if you was prospectin’, I’d
advise you to wet them paddles of
yourn south of the steel.”
“How’s that?”
“Too many men who left here for
Chrbougamau ain’t never been heard
from.”
Finlay finished his pipe and bade
the prospectors good night. On his
way back to Cotter’s store he passed
a lighted shack. From the shadows
in the rear came a woman’s voice:
“Mr. Finlay!”
Finlay stopped. “Did somebody
call me?” he asked.
“I’m Mrs. MacDonald,” said the
invisible speaker in a low tone.
“You’ll think it’s strange for me to
speak to you this way. But my hus
band, the section foreman, is down
the line and I’ve got to talk.”
“What is it, Mrs. MacDonald?”
said the interested Finlay.
“You’re going down river—on the
survey?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Finlay, they don’t believe
you’re on the survey. If you’re
headed for the Chibougamau Trail,
I beg you to give it up!”
“This is interesting. Who doesn’t
believe we’re a survey party?”
“I can’t tell you! I’m afraid to
talk. It’s too dangerous.
“Just what are they afraid of?
Why don’t they talk to the police?”
“The police were here last year,
the Provincials. They only laughed
at us."
Finlay was both annoyed and In
terested. Annoyed that a govern
ment survey party should be sus
pected of being something else.
“It’s mighty good of you, Mrs.
MacDonald, to warn us," Finlay
said, “but we happen to be govern
ment surveyors under orders—not
prospectors. No one’s going to be
crazy enough to monkey with a sur
vey party.”
"I know, but Mrs. McLeod said
tonight that one of those boys lost
last year was your brother—that you
were making inquiries.”
So it was all over the place? He
had talked too much to the McLeods.
And yet it had been necessary to
learn who wrote that letter.
"Mrs. MacDonald,” Finlay sud
denly asked, “who is it you’re afraid
of—Isadore?”
Finlay heard the sudden intake of
her breath. “Oh, no! You’re wrong
there! We don’t even know him!
He’s a fur man and generally flies
to Waswanipi from down below.”
"Well, anyway, I’m grateful for
your kindness. But as our Job is
to re-map the lower Nottaway I
don’t expect to have the pleasure of
meeting Mr. Isadore. Good night!”
In the small bedroom at Cotter’s
Finlay found Malone and told him
the story.
"Don’t think we’re surveyors, eh?
Want to warn us off the Chibouga
mau Trail! Looks more and more,
chief, as if that letter was right!"
“Yes, Red, that letter was right!"
“They’ve been through our bags,”
whispered Malone.
Shortly Red Malone was filling the
room vjxh Gargantuan snores but
Garry Finlay could not sleep. Later
he heard the cautious tread of moc
casined feet on the creaking stair
way and someone entered the room
adjoining. There was whispered
conversation, that was inaudible,
then, head against the partition of
matched boards, he heard:
“Oua! Dey sleep soun’! Leesten!”
“Ah-hah! Dey sleep hard!” one
whispered.
There was the creak of bed springs
and a grunt of disgust.
“Dat taller who look like hawk wid
his eye say he make map of Be
Nottaway. He lie. Dey' take de
Chibougamau Trail.”
“Dey carry tool and map of engi
neer.”
“Mebbe so. , But I t’ink dey lie.”
“Chibougamau! You t'ink dey
hunt for gold, eh? We ofTair dis
Brassard big pay in de momin’ and
get him drunk. Den we find out
who dey are.” There was a muffled
chuckle. “If dey go to Waswanipi,
Tete-Blanche show dem w’ere to find
gold and bury dem in de hole.”
Shortly the men in the next room
slept, but Garry Finlay’s brain was
busy. Tete-Blanche! He's white
haired! And Tetu! What a pair of
names! He’d not forget them. So
these were the men who were block
ing the Chibougamau Trail?
CHAPTER II
Before daylight Finlay heard the
two men in the next room creep
down the stairs. He waked Malone,
told him what he had overheard and,
later, found Cotter in the store.
“Much travel through here?” he
threw out, casually.
“There’s a couple of free traders
south of here and all the Hudson’s
Bay and Isadore supplies go this
way.”
“Many hit for Chibougamau from
here?”
“A few tried it but were
drowned.”
“What?”
“Yes, drowned in the Waswanipi!
It’s nasty water. Even the Indians
are shy of it.”
The muscles in Finlay’s face sud
denly tightened. Cotter slowly col
ored before the thrust of the agate
eyes. “How do you know they were
drowned?”
“Isadore says so.”
“Oh, Isadore says so? Say, Cot
ter, where did this Isadore come
from? How long has he been trading
on Waswanipi Lake?”
The storekeeper was visibly un
easy. "He was here before the steel
went through—before the Chibouga
mau gold strike.”
“Don’t know where he came
from?”
Cotter’s hand was noticeably un
steady as he filled his pipe. “Say,
ain’t you pretty curious? I thought
you was a government surveyor but
you talk like the police.”
Garry smiled at the other’s evi
dent nervousness. Then he sudden
ly shot the bald question: “How
long has Tete-Blanche been work
ing for him?"
Cotter’s face was etched with fear.
“I’m making it my business, Mr.
Cotter! Finlay said. You’re scared
silly! What are you afraid of? ”
Cotter swallowed hard, “You’re
right! I am scared! I bin threat
ened. I’m trying to make a livin’
here—tryin' to mind my own busi
ness. You can’t blame me for keep
in’ my mouth shut!”
“Good!" thought Garry. “Now I’m
getting somewhere! This fellow’s go
ing to talk!” Then he asked the un
easy man behind the counter: "Just
what are you scared of?”
“Scared of being burned out at
night in midwinter—scared of what
might happen to my family!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Elegance and Refinement Are
Apparent in Furred Costumes
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THERE is a genuine feeling lor
elegance and refinement ex
pressed throughout the fall and win
ter fashion program that bespeaks
the discriminating taste of best
dressed women. Among the signs
that point to a definite movement
toward distinctive apparel that car
ries a message of “tone” and qual
ity is the emphasis placed on luxury
fabrics this season, on sumptuous
furs, important-looking jewels and
accessory accents that impart thor
oughbred touches to the costume.
Then, too, the revival of dress-up
clothes for "after five” is noted this
season. The street-length dinner
dress is an important fashion
which in turn brings back into the
picture formal little early Victorian
dinner hats to wear with them. The
new long gloves add dignity and
luxury.
That there is a definite impor
tance attached to richly fur
trimmed costumes was a fact em
phasized when the Style Creators of
Chicago presented a showing of rep
resentative fall and winter modes
recently, three of which appear in
the accompanying illustration.
These luxurious costume suits of
wool have dresses that are jewel
studded at the top and have fur
trimmed jackets for added ele
gance.
Smart and distinctive is the fit
ted three-quarter length cutaway
bordered in fox shown to the left
in the picture. Its matching dress
has below-elbow sleeves, a tucked
neckline and a huge clip of silver,
turquoise and aquamarine. A clev
erly styled pompadour hat of felt
adds a convincing style touch.
Amethyst-colored wool is the fab
ric selection for the suit in the cen
ter of the group. Its hip-length
jacket is distinguished by a flatter
ing collar of blue-dyed fox. The
high draped turban is in two shades
of amethyst.
The fitted and bloused jacket of the
soft brown wool suit shown to the
right has a front of sable-dyed squir
rel. An autumn brown felt hat with
wide brim softly shirred and chou
of green velvet tops this handsome
outfit.
A record-breaking season that will
dramatize furs to the limit is in
promise. Designers are using fur
so intriguingly that only seeing is
believing. Their efforts run in two
distinct avenues of thought. One
approach leads to the lavish use
of fur as a trimming, as demon
strated in the accompanying illus
tration. The newest coats are en
riched with tuxedo panels of fur,
dresses have tunics heavily bor
dered with fur, and there are at
tractive appliques of flat far.
On the other hand, designers are
playing up high drama in separate
fur pieces. Muffs were never so
huge and, as if to stress this fact,
hats in matching fur are often so
tiny they look like topknots perched
on pompadours or thrust at a dan
gerous angle over the forehead.
However, milliners are seeing to it
that there are fitted snoods at the
back or other contrivances that in
sure firm anchorage to the head.
Nor are all fur hats tiny, for one of
the smartest hat fashions this season
is the wide brim that is fur-faced.
All sorts of fur neckpieces are
made of fur, the latest bit of fashion
gossip centering about the new stole
effects. Some of them are like capelet
scarfs. Other fur fantasies include
fur-cuffed gloves, huge bows of fur
to wear at the throat, shoe orna
ments, bracelets with dangles of
fur, corsages of fur flowers, and
fur motifs to applique.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Jewels on Wool
A button craze is on. Designers
are working overtime devising ways
to "show off" buttons. Fashion even
has a surprise for your tailored wool
suit—jeweled buttons! It’s this kind
of ingenuity that keeps things in
teresting. From the American cou
ture series by “la Mode” come the
buttons of vari-colored jewels that
march in double rank and file up
and down the jacket of this smart
suit, climaxed by a matching spray
lapel pin. You will find these jewel
ry-and-button ensembles equally
fascinating on tailored and dress
makers suits.
So brighten up that dark sheer
wool, or make that gaudy plaid even
more enchanting with buttons, but
tons and more buttons!
All That Glitters
Is Right in Style
Everything in the way of hats,
dresses, suits and acoessories glit
ters this season. You do not have
to stop and wonder if this glittering
touch or that will be in good taste.
It is good taste, according to fash
ion’s decree. The embroideries
massed on evening fashions are
masterpieces of needlework. The jet
accents on day frocks, be they sim
ple wool or regal velvet, are every
where. Nailheads*are no respecters
of fabrics. They glitter on suits and
on elaborate dress gowns alike.
Black frocks are being illumined
i with plashes of gay beadwork and
embroidery. And the latest is bright
red, green or vivid blue sleeves,
lavishly embroidered. Hats, too,
come in for their share of glitter.
Some are of fur encrusted with gay
sequins.
Dressy Afternoon Suits
Of Velvet or Rich Silk
1 The trend toward gentlewoman
fashions is reflected in the new aft
ernoon suits displayed in current
costume collections. You will still
wear tweeds for morning and about
town, but for afternoons you will
be wanting a suit in black, brown
or deep jewel-colored velvet. If you
prefer, you can choose a suit of
elegant moire silk. Most of the suits
have jackets with flaring peplums.
Match Them
Match your petunia-colored gloves
with stockings in identical hue.
Give your sin pie black dress a
dashing fillip with these accessories.
Top it with a little jet dinner hat—
that’s fashion’s way of doing it this
1 season.
Camp Cavalcade
SHADOWY figures In a cavalcade
of American history—such as the
men behind the names of the great
army cantonmeuts scattered all
over the United States, where young
Americans are learning to be sol
diers in order to defend their coun
try when the need arises.
Near Nevada, Mo., stands a camp
which bears the name of one of the
William Clark
greatest explor
ers in the annals
of America. He
was William
Clark, younger
brother of George
Rogers Clark,
conqueror of the
Old Northwest
during the Revo
lution. Born in
Virginia in 1770,
William Clark
was appointed a
lieutenant in the
regular army in
i tvt anu served wiui uen. jujuiumj
Wayne in the campaign against the
Indians in 1793-94 which ended in
the decisive Battle of Fallen Tim
bers. A brother lieutenant in that
army was a redheaded Virginian
named Meriwether Lewis who was
to be Clark's partner in an undertak
ing which would make both men
famous. That was the exploration of
the vast empire in the West acquired
by President Thomas Jefferson’s
Louisiana Purchase. They started up
the Missouri river on May 14, 1804,
and after a Journey of 8,Qpo miles
which took them, through many
perils, clear to the Pacific coast,
they returned to St. Louis on Sep
tember 23, 1806. Camp Clark in Mis
souri honors his memory, as Fort
Lewis in Washington honors that of
his partner in their "magnificent ad
venture."
Down in Texas is another camp
named for a white man who exerted
unusual influence over the Indians.
It is Camp Bullis, near San An
tonio, which perpetuates the fame
of Brig. Gen. John Lapham Bullis.
He served three years in the Union
army during the Civil war, became
second lieutenant in the regular
army in 1867 and during the next 14
years made an enviable record as
an Indian fighter. In 1882 the Texas
legislature passed a resolution
thanking him "for the gallant and
efficient services in repelling the
depredations of Indians and other
enemies of the frontier of Texas.”
Promoted to captain, Bullis was
named agent for the Apache Indians
at San Carlos, Ariz., one of the most
difficult and dangerous posts in the
West. But he won the respect and
admiration of these savages so com
pletely that when he left San Carlos
at the end of four years they were
a peaceable and prosperous tribe.
Soon afterwards he was named
agent for the Pueblos and Jicarilla
Apaches in New Mexico and his four
years there were equally successfuL
Bullis was retired from the army as
a brigadier general in 1905 and died
at Fort Sam Houston, Texas, on
May ^6, 1911.
Camp Boyd near El Paso, Texas,
is named for another army officer
who served in two wars. Charles
Trumbull Boyd (1871-1916), a native
of Iowa, was graduated from West
Point in 1896 and became a cavalry
officer. He saw active service in
the Philippines in 1898 to 1900 and,
after an interim as professor of mil
itary science and tactics at the Uni
versity of Nevada and a practicing
lawyer in California, returned to the
Islands as a major of the Philippine
Scouts. In 1916 he joined his old
regiment in the regular army, the
Fourth cavalry, in the punitive ex
pedition against Villa into Mexico
and was killed in action at Carrizal,
on June 21—the only American offi
cer to die in this “Second War with
Mexico.”
Camp McCoy, near Sparta, Wis.,
also honors a veteran of two wars—
Maj. Gen. Robert Bruce McCoy,
who captained a company of Wis
consin volunteers in the SpaniSh
American war, commanded the
125th infantry and later the 128th
infantry of the Thirty-second divi
sion of the A.E.F. and represented
the war department in establishing
the reservation which has been used
for war games in recent years and
which has borne his name since
1926.
Camp Fordyce in the town of Sam
Fordyce, Texas, is named for S.
W. Fordyce, a leading attorney of
St. Louis who served as counsel for
the War Finance corporation dur
ing the World war. He was a di
rector of the M. K. & T. railroad
and a director of many important
corporations in the Southwest.
‘Soldiers of Freedom’
“To the Soldiers of the National
Army: The heart of the whole coun
try is with you. Everything thal
you do will be watched with deep
interest. For this great war draws
us all together, makes us all com
rades and brothers, as all true
Americans felt themselves to be
when we first made good our inde
pendence. The eyes of all the world
will be upon you, because you are
in some special sense the soldiers 9!
freedom.”—President Woodrow Wil
son's message, September 3, 1917.
Invented Halftone
The process of reproducing the
tones of a photograph by means of
dotted or checkered spots was in
vented in 1880 by Stephen Henry
Horgan, an American photogra
pher, says Pathfinder. The first
halftone ever printed appeared in
the New York Daily Graphic in
1880. But Hcrgan's process was
not immediately accepted. In fact,
he was fired as art director of the
New York Herald in 1893 when he
suggested using halftones to pub
lisher James Gordon Bennett.
The values of half-tones are
achieved by interposing a screen
between the original photograph
and the plate to be etched. Mr.
Horgan also experimented with
transmitting photographs by wire,
inventing a method in 1879.
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Happiness is not given but ex
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Your kidneys are constantly filtering
waste matter from the blood stream. But
kidneys sometimes lag in their work—do
not act as Nature Intended—fail to re
move impurities that, if retained, may
poison the system and upset the whole
body machinery.
Symptoms may be nagging backache,
persistant headache, attacks of diaxinesa,
getting up nights, swelling, puffinesa
under the eyes—a feeling of nervous
“"'ty and loss of pep and strength.
Other signs of kidney or bladder dfs
order are nometimcs burnings scanty or
too frequent urination.
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