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Trimmed ’Em!
“I just heard him say he was
in close touch with the heads of
several big organizations!”
“Yes, he’s a barber!”
Never mind if old So-and-So’s
forgotten more than you’ll ever
know. It doesn’t do him any good
either.
Entreating Now
Diner—/ would like to change my or
der.
Waitress—Yes, sir, what would you
like to make it?
*7 think I'd better make it a petition.”
THE ORIGIN
Chubb—Where did the word
“Satan” come from?
Duff—I think it is just an Old
Nick name.
Frankly Told
“Tell me, professor,” the young
thing gushed, “what do you think
of my voice?”
“Well, it reminds me of tooth
paste.”
“Toothpaste?”
“Yes. You squeeze it and it
comes out flat.”
That Counted
A little girl of four was enter
taining two visitors while her
mother was getting ready. One of
the visitors remarked to the other
with a significant look. “Not very
p-r-e-t-t-y,” spelling the last word.
“No,” said the child, quickly,
“but awfully s-m-a-r-t.”
What to give the men in Uncle
Sam's services for Christmas is
already solved for you by surveys
made in the Army, Navy, Marine
Corps, and Coast Guard. Ciga
rettes and smoking tobacco head
the list of gifts the men want
most. This naturally places Camel
Cigarettes and Prince Albert
Smoking Tobacco in the forefront,
since actual sales records from
the service men’s stores, afloat
and ashore, show the favorite cig
arette is Camel, and the big fa
vorite among smoking tobaccos is
Prince Albert, the National Joy
Smoke. Dealers are already fea
turing “Send him a carton of Cam
els” or a “Pound tin of Prince Al
bert” for Christmas.—Adv.
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When constipation brings on acid in
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spells, gas, coated tongue, sour taste and
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don’t move. It calls for Laxative-Senna
to pull the trigger on those lazy bowels,
combined with Syrup Pepsin for perfect
ease to your stomach in taking. For years,
giany Doctors have given pepsin prepa
rations in their prescriptions to make
medicine more agreeable to a touchy stom
ach. So be sure your laxative contains
Syrup Pepsin. Insist on Dr. Caldwell’s
Laxative Senna combined with Syrup Pep
sin. See how wonderfully the Laxative
Senna wakes up lazy nerves and muscles
in your intestines to bring welcome relief
from constipation And the good old
Syrup Pepsin makes this laxative so com
fortable and easy on your stomach. Even
finicky children love the taste of this
pleasant family laxative. Buy Dr. Cald
well’s Laxative Senna at your druggist
today. Try one laxative combined with
Syrup Pepsin for ease to your stomach, too.
For Independence
Economizing for the purpose of
being independent is one of the
soundest indications of manly
character.—Samuel Smiles.
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"All the Traffic
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• There was a time in America
when there were no set prices.
Each merchant charged what
he thought “the traffic would
bear.” Advertising came to
the rescue of the consumer.
It led the way to the estab
lished prices you pay when
you buy anything today.
Vaniihed Men
By GEORGE MARSH teuKSS®? Co
THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the
Chlbougamau gold country, (lx men lost
tbelr lives on the NotUway river. Red
Malone, Garrett Finlay, brother of one
of the six, and Blaise, half-breed guide,
arrive at NotUway posing as surveyors.
ft- # 4
INSTALLMENT SEVEN
Finlay receives an anonymous letter
suggesting that the six men were not
drowned as reported. Suspicion prevails
that Isadore, rich fur man, has made a
gold strike and aims to keep prospectors
out of the country *t any cost. The three
> # # * # * * i
men start out on the Nottaway (or the
Hudson’s Bay post. Finlay and Malone
visit Isadore In his magnificent home.
The three men located Bob Finlay**
grave to discover U be had been shot
or died accidentally.
(■ # #
"Here’s a piece of their canoe
Wabistan found on the shore and
buried with them. There’s a bullet
hole in it.”
Garry took the shattered cedar.
"We’ll keep that for evidence,” he
said, then followed Malone. While
the others stood with bared heads
he gazed into the shallow grave at
the havoc a year had wrought.
“Bobby!” Finlay dropped to his
knees and gazed at what had once
been the younger brother whom he
had carried in his arms; with whom
he had shared his bed. “It’s Bob
and Andrew!” he muttered. “They
shot them through the head!” He
swallowed repeatedly at the tighten
ing in his throat but the eyes he
lifted to his friends were dry and
hard. “He wore a ring of hammered
gold! His mother—would treasure it.
It’s on the little finger of the right
hand, Red.”
Malone leaned over the grave.
“The finger is—gone!”
Wabistan caught Blaise’s eye and
nodded. "Tete-Blanche is a thief!
When he kills he steals.”
“Good-by, Bobby!” Finlay’s grief
was too deep for outward sign.
“It may be weeks! It may be
months! It may be years, Isadore!
But some day you’ll pay to me for
that dead boy, there!”
A ***** A
The survey had been under way
for two weeks. Two of Wabistan’s
sons were working for Finlay as
canoemen and the old Indian often
came to the camp with news of his
secret search for Tete-Blanche, Tetu
and Kinebik. But Isadore’s private
assassin and the medicine man had
disappeared like river mist before
the sun.
"Tete-Blanche is somewhere in the
islands but none will say they have
seen him. They have fear,” an
nounced Wabistan to Blaise as his
canoe slid in to the beach one day
in early July. “Your ears must be
ever listening for he is waiting for
a chance to strike.”
“When he comes, we will fill him
with lead,” laughed Finlay.
The Indian scowled. “Like otta
wok, the gray owl, he will move in
the night and when he strikes there
will be no sound.”
Finlay had mapped the head of
the great lake and was working west
toward the post
It was two hours before dawn of a
morning when Finlay had taken the
last watch. Stars and moon were
blanketed by drift. With Flame
sleeping beside him Garry sat, back
against a birch, rifle across knees, in
gloom so velvet thick that it seemed
to the man on guard it could be
sliced with a knife.
“What a night for a stalk, Mon
sieur Tete-Blanche!” muttered Gar
ry. “If you know where we are,
you’re missing a trick, my friend.
But it’ll be just too bad if this sev
enty pounds of dynamite smells one
of you out and hops on him. You
won’t see him but he’ll reach you—
plenty! Eh, Flame, old partner!”
F’inlay reached a hand to the wire
haired back of the sleeping dog be
side him.
The airedale grunted with content
ment and, for a space, lay sprawled
over Garry’s legs while the man he
worshiped crooned into a hairy ear.
Then, of a sudden, the iron muscles
hardened along his spine and the
coarse back hair lifted.
“He’s winded something!” Finlay
muttered, with a quick tug on the
raw-hide running to the sleeping
Red’s wrist.
As two invisible shapes moved to
Finlay’s side the aroused dog split
the thick silence with his brittle
challenge.
"That’ll worry ’em!” muttered
Red. “Stop ’em in their tracks! Hear
anything?”
“Not a thing! Flame winded
them! You’d better stiffen up the
boys while Blaise and I listen here.”
Red moved silently away while the
enraged dog charged deeper into
the forest.
“Flame’ll keep them guessing,
Blaise!" muttered Finlay. '‘He’ll
rip chunks out of the first one he
noses out! They’ll have no chance to
shoot or use a knife on him tonight."
Presently Red returned. “The
boys are all right. They’re hot for a
fight! Hear anything?”
“Flame’s working this way, now!
Hear that?”
There was the unmistakable sound
of something moving through thick
brush.
“He s nosed some of them out and
turned them!” whispered Malone.
“They’re worried and don’t know
they’re headed straight for us!”
“Where’s Blaise?” asked Finlay.
But Blaise was not beside them.
“The cat! He can see in the dark!
He’s gone to meet Flame! You
move over near the boys while 1
take the shore!”
Nearer worked the roaring aire
dale nosing out the trail in the night.
“Strange,” muttered Finlay, “they
should make so much noise! From
the way they travel they must be
stampeded.” Shortly there was a
crash of brush in front of him. He
raised his pistol. Then a heavy body
floundered past.
"Hell!” The cocked gun dropped
to Finlay’s side.
The beast plunged on, followed
by the airedale, and his hoofs
clopped on the stones as he took the
lake shore. ►
There was a laugh from the
gloom. ‘‘By gar, Boss!” chuckled
Blaise. “We need dat moose meat
bad!”
CHAPTER VIII
The survey party were squatted
on their heels around their supper
fire screened from observation by
shore alders and scrub. Young
Moise Wabistan had just arrived
with the rumor that Kinebik was
secretly making medicine again and
the Montagnais were growing rest
less.
‘‘Where does he pitch his medi
cine tent?” asked Blaise.
“It is a secret for he fears my
father.”
‘‘What are the spirits telling the
Montagnais?”
‘‘The spirits say that the 'Eye
with Three Legs’ you look through
to make the picture of the lake is
t! 3 of Matchi-Manitou, the Evil
S, Kinebik warns that the spir
its tell him many Montagnais will
die this Long Snows because the
Eye has come to WaswanipL”
Blaise’s face was shadowed with
foreboding as he interpreted the re
ply to his friends. "Dat look bad
for us4 Kinebik make plentee trou
The beast plunged on.
bl’ wid dat story,” he said omi
nously.
"The transit an evil eye!” Garry
exclaimed. “Don’t they see that
Tete-Blanche is behind that?”
Blaise asked the question of the
worried Moise, then turned to Fin
lay. “He say dat a child who watch
you look through the ‘Eye with
Three Legs’ has died. Kinebik tells
them it was the Evil Eye that sick
ened him.”
“Blaise,” said Garry, nursing his
chin with a hand, “I guess we’ll
have to put the fear of Matchi-Mani
tou into this medicine man or he'll
soon have some of the Montagnais
knifing us in our sleep. Isadore and
Tete-Blanche are about all we can
handle at present.”
Brassard was doing some inten
sive thinking. At last he asked young
Wabistan in Cree: “Have you heard
when Kinebik makes his medicine
again?”
“Some say when the moon is
again round. My father will know
when the secret word passes. His
knife is already sharp.”
Blaise nodded. “I will go with
Chief Wabistan.”
Moise and his brother, Michel,
nervously found each other’s eyes as
Blaise repeated the conversation to
the white men.
Later, they sat smoking inside the
rim of the shore alders beside small
smudge fires, for the mosquitoes
were ravenous.
Blaise slowly, removed his pipe
and squinted into the west. At length
he announced: “Cano’ cornin'!”
The others followed Brassard’s
pointing finger while Finlay went to
the tent for his binoculars, returned
and adjusted the focus. In the dis
tance the dripping paddle of the
canoeman flashed blood-red from
the water.
Later, from the shirting course «
the boat it was evident that the
paddler was searching the shores.
Twice he disappeared to enter bays,
only to reappear and continue his
course.
"He hunt for somet’ing,” said
Blaise, when finally the canoe turned
abruptly and headed straight for the
camp. “Dat somet’ing is us.”
“Have a look, Moise,” said Fin
lay handing over the glasses. “Do
you recognize him?”
Young Wabistan looked through
the binoculars and shook his head.
“He’s coming from Isadore’s,” ob
served Red. “Now what?”
The canoe slid in to the beach and
the swart paddler, little more than
a boy, stepped out with a “Kek
way!” He remained by his boat
while the men back at the smudge
fires rose.
‘‘Bo'-jo’!” returned Blaise, joining
the young Indian whose nervous
eyes watched Brassard’s crag-like
face as il he feared an assault.
‘‘What’s this. Red?” queried Gar
ry as they followed Blaise to the
beach. “A trick of Isadore’s?"
“Sure! Wonder how he found us!
We must be over forty miles from
the post. Look! He’s got a message
wrapped in that skin he’s handing
to Blaise.”
“He come from Isadore’s place,”
explained Blaise. “Moise say, now,
he see him at de trade. He carry
dis lettair to you.” Blaise handed
Garry the skin wrapper the boy had
given him.
“What do you suppose this is?"
Garry asked Red. He opened the
wrapper and stared in surprise at
the folded sheets of blue note paper
it contained. A faint fragrance met
his nostrils.
Red grinned widely at the scowl
ing Blaise. “Is this lad a fast work
er?" he chuckled. “I’ll tell the
world he is.”
With mixed feelings of elation and
suspicion Garry turned the closely
written sheets and saw at the foot
of the last page the name Lise
Demarais. Why had she written
him? What was behind the sending
of this boy forty miles to find the
survey party? Again he saw her vel
vet-black eyes mock him, then fur
tively study him; later to fill with
dread of the sinister face of Tete
Blanche peering through the door
way. He read:
“Dear Mr. Finlay:
“Louis, whose Indian name is Mi
kisis, Little Eagle, is carrying this
to you. He is absolutely trustworthy
and devoted to me. I saved his life
last year in the ’flu’ epidemic. No
one here knows that he is searching
for your camp. He is supposed to
be away sturgeon fishing.
“Of course, I know, after what you
saw and did with my glass that
night, that you suspect Jules Isa
dore. Just why you are here on tha
lake I do not know. Jules thinks
you are prospectors who have heard
that he has struck rich placer bars
on the Waswanipi and are going to
investigate under cover of a survey
of the lake.
“However that may be, I have got
to make you trust and believe in
me for without your help I am lost.
First, I believe in you—that you’re
a gentleman and a brave man. Be
hind your banter there was some
thing in your eyes, something
staunch and unafraid. That is why
I’m sending this strange letter; for
your life and my future are at stake.
Jules Isadore fears that you may
know and report to the authorities.
He’s playing a desperate game for
high stakes. He has ordered Tete
Blanche, the half breed you saw
that night in the doorway, to follow
your party until the chance offers to
murder you—every man. Then he
will send word to the railroad that
you were drowned. But he can’t
let the Montagnais see this—have
any proof. What has saved you,
thus far, is the presence, with you,
of Wabistan’s sons. He doesn’t wish
to attack the treaty-chief’s sons. He
is waiting until the boys are away.
Keep Wabistan's sons with you! But
I beg of you if you value your lives,
leave this country before August.
“I’ve got to go with you. It’s my
only chance. If you’ll take me to
the Hudson’s Bay post at Mntagami,
I can get out from there. Jules
doesn’t dare make trouble with the
Hudson's Bay people.
“I realize to the full that you will
suspect treachery—think I’m doing
this for Jules and am a callous
creature who would lure you into an
ambush. But I beg you to trust me—
give me a chance to tell my story—
just one chance. I know this sounds
wild, but I’m desperate. Just tell
Louis the reply is: ’Yes!’ That will
be sufficient. And I'll be at the
white sand beach, behind the lop
stick point, two miles east of the
post, early Friday afternoon. 1
swear to you I’ll not be followed for
it is Corinne's and my private swim
ming beach. We go often and Isa
dore has told them he’d shoot any
man who was caught following us.
“Bring your men as a guard if
you doubt me but I implore you,
Garry Finlay, to meet me for I’m
in ghastly trouble and you are my
only hope. What I know will aid
you in getting out of this country
alive.
“Corinne knows nothing of this let
ter. She hates Jules Isadora but I
dare not trust her. Louis cannot
read English so is ignorant of its
contents. If you say, 'YesI’ and any
thing prevents your reaching there
Friday, leave a note under the white
quartz rock on the edge of the beach
stating when you will come and
Louis will get it. For God’s sake,
Garry Finlay, don’t think this note
is an Isadore trick and I’m such a
low beast. I’ll kill myself rather
than stay here through the summer.
I’ve got to get out! I’ve got to get
outl I’ve got to get out!
“Lise Demarais.’’
(TO HE CONTINUED)
Jewels and Beads Glitter on
Dresses for Every Occasion
By CHF.RIE NICHOLAS
BLATTERING is the word for the
" charming dresses that are given
a new loveliness with artful touches
of gay embroidery and go glittering
through the style parade with a
wealth of nailheads, sequins, jew
els and beadwork. Indeed, this is
a season when it is every woman’s
duty to look her prettiest in gowns
designed to “do something for you.”
Now that sparkle for daytime
frocks as well as evening gowns
is the vogue the new fashions are
playing up glitter for all it is worth.
Every woman should yield to the
call of black with a dash of color
and the gleam of beadwork and
jewels. A dress or suit of this de
scription will prove your standby
for almost every occasion. Pictured
are several eye-appealing fashions
selected from a collection of day
time modes designed and displayed
by the style creators of Chicago at
a recent winter preview.
The good looking black crepe tunic
dress shown to the right emphasizes
its molded shoulders and hipline
by means of steel nailheads. Shown
with it is a high and handsome hat
of colorful feathers. You will make
a well-dressed appearance In this
dress wherever you go.
To the left a dressier type spar
kles with rhinestones. The slim fitted
jacket has rhinestone pockets and
is worn over a dress with a sheer
yoke outlined in rhinestones.
Speaking of sheer yokes, they are
a new styling detail that is being
worked in fascinating and versatile
ways. The latest dresses have
yokes of the sheerest black lace,
and for extreme flattery designers
are styling wools and crepes in
black or browns or the new deep
"black cherry” tones with pastel
chiffon yokes, some of which are
beaded in matching colors, while
others are joined to the dress top
and the seaming is concealed under
sequin bands and bordering.
The figure seated in the center
wears a dress of velvet trimmed
with revers. There is a double
peplum on the pert Jacket. The
dress is finished off at the neckline
with a deep rhinestone necklace,
and a glittering rhinestone buckle
fastens the jacket. Curly feathers
cut out of black felt make the
pompadour hat, which is graced
with a floating veil.
The dainty young lady in the back
ground to the right is wearing a
delectable gown which follows the
new trend toward colorful beadwork
on black. You can get this model
with light blue or dusty pink ac
cents. Here is an apt illustration
of the new trimming effect achieved
with a bordering of embroidery out
lining the seams of the sleeves,
which have the new wide armholes.
The midriff belt in matched bead
work balances the color inserts.
Very smart dresses are shown
with all-round pleated skirts, the
bodice top being of the long-torso,
fitted type with an all-over sprinkling
of beads or sequins or tiny gold
nailheads. The spray of flowers
worked in metal threads and beads
is placed so as to take the place
of the usual bodice clip or orna
ment. Black jet beaded sweaters
of the middy type are also in smart
•fnshion.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Smartly Styled
Here is a perfect gown to wear
under your winter coat It gives
you color. It gives you chic. And
this slick town dress designed by
Joseph Whitehead is in the best
American tradition of perfect work
manship. It is of ravlshingly col
ored striped wool with velveteen
touches at neck and waist. The
"pinch” beret has bright coq
feathers.
Like a Cape
An English idea borrowed for our
sport coats: Ribbon bands to slip
your arms through when you just
toss the coat over your shoulders,
j like a cape.
Wear a Scarf or Shawl
Over Your Formal Gown
As an avenue for expression in
romance and feminine allure, there
is no accessory that surpasses the
witchery of a picturesque scarf or
dainty shawl. That is, perhaps, the
reason for the preference this sea
son for flattering scarf or lacy shawl
instead of a bolero or jacket to
wear with evening clothes. This
new acceptance of evening shoulder
covering is further noted in the cape
let shawls of self fabric, or long
tulle scarfs matched to the dress.
The vogue also accounts for the ap
pearance of ostrich neck rufls in
the formal evening picture.
‘Down in Back’ Hems
Herald Netv Silhouette
In the very newest sophisticated
dresses something happens to hem
lines that give skirts an entirely
new aspect. That “something” is
that hemlines are made to plunge
down in the back achieving a most
graceful, pleasing new silhouette.
For the most part the new “lines”
are seen in slim black dresses for
smart afternoon wear, and in nar
row, seductive evening skirts. In
the formal skirts the narrowness is
relieved by a slit at the side that
reveals your beautiful evening slip
pers.
Handkerchiefs
Fur fashions lead the way in
novelty handkerchiefs with 22-inch
chiffon squares bordered with gen
uine ermine. “Naughty Nineties"
handkerchiefs are reminiscent of the
era when every taffeta dress was
the background for a big, bold cab
bage rose. Brilliant colors and
effusive floral pattemings are fea
tured In this group.
SEWING
CIRCLE
DIGHT now, your tweed or
camel's hair suit for fall will
take a new lease on life bright
ened with this matching set of
weskit, cap and mittens. Later
you’ll sport these with your ski
suit or skating outfit, a gay trio
which you can make in brightly
colored wools, suede or felt. You
can have loads of fun making
these accessories, too, so much
that you’ll enjoy making them
again and again as gifts for your
admiring friends.
• • •
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WATCH
iheSpetials
You can depend on the spe
cial sales the merchants of
our town announce in the
columns of this paper .They
mean money saving to our
readers. It always pays to
patronize the merchants
who advertise. They are
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