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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 18, 1941)
Vaniihed Men j ...... ..... Pfnn, Publishing Gtt Ey GEORGE MARSH w.uu. service INSTALLMENT TEN THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the Chibougamau 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. * * * 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 at any cost. The three ****** men start out on the Nottaway, and visit Isadore in his magnificent home. Finlay meets Lise, Isadore’s stepdaugh ter, in response to an appeal to save her. He Is ambushed and knocked un conscious. Malone and Blaise find him. *■ * * Malone flashed his pocket torch on the face of his friend, swollen be yond recognition. “By the father of all the moose, Blaise, look at him!” “By gar, boss, w’ere you get dem bite?” “You mean to say you two didn’t hear the .45 a few hours back?” de manded Garry. “Not a shot! I saw through the glasses that you and Lise were sit ting pretty cozy on the beach and everything looked all right, so Blaise and I took a paddle up the lake. We came back around five, couldn’t find you, so turned Flame loose. Then we lost him.” “Yes,” laughed Garry, “every thing was all right except that Tete Blanche and his mob jumped me after she left. But I got three or four before they cracked me from behind with a club. I came to, lashed to a tree in a small bog back in the bush. Flame, bless ’im! took their trail and found me. Then chewed the thongs on my wrists.” “I told you, Garry!” burst out Red, flourishing his long arms in his anger. “Blaise and I warned you! The little, doublecrossing—” “Wait till you hear the story, Red. It’s a queer one!” As they paddled back to camp, Finlay told the story in detail. “Well, what do you think, Consta ble Malone?” “It looks like wolf eat wolf, now, Sergeant Finlay. If we don’t get this Tete-Blanche, he’s bound to get us! After today it’ll be no quarter.” “Well, what’s your idea, Blaise?” asked Finlay. “We get dat white-head, quick, or we navare leave de lake. Dey goin’ to hunt us like starve wolf. Some night we go straight to Isa dore’s place, I put a knife into Tete Blanche in hees bed and we take Isadore to de railroad.” “Steady! Not so bloodthirsty!” ob jected Finlay, splashing water on his tortured face and chest. “We happen to be police, you know. My orders are to investigate the disap pearance of six men. “Until we can show that Isadore has a vital reason for keeping white men out of this country we’ve got no motive for his having them shot.” “I thought, of course, it was plac er gold, somewhere on the river, Is adore was covering,” said Red, “but Wabistan’s never seen them work ing the bars.” “That’s just it. We can’t show a plausible motive for murdering these men. Until we find one we’re licked. We haven’t scratched the surface of this case yet, Red.” “You’re right, chief. And if he succeeds in turning the Montagnais against us, we’ll never get out of this country.” “They’ll swarm on us. If we have to disclose the fact that we’re po lice, Isadore will blame the Indi ans, stand pat and we're licked." “Exactly, and he’ll bring charges against me for firing on his men without cause.” Red snorted in disgust. “Why, you had to fight ’em, Garry! You knew they’d wipe you out if they took you and there’d be no proof of what happened. Of course, it’s regula tions but, after what we know and what they tried to do to you, what are you going to call it when Blaise and I meet up with this Tete Blanche?” “Self-defense, Red!” Garry chuck led. “Thanks, Sergeant Finlay! Do you know this is the toughest assign ment you and I ever had? You asked for it and got it because you were a trained surveyor before you joined the force." CHAPTER XI The returning Peterboro was met at the camp by Wabistan and his two sons. Beneath his thatch of griz zled hair and seamed forehead the old man’s eyes were beady with ex citement. “Ver’ bad time at head of lake!” he announced. “Kinebik geeve de Montagnais whiskey an' tell dem white man make de chil’ sick, an’ more will die if de 'Evil Eye on Three Leg’ stay on Was wanipi.” The startled Indian peered into Garry’s caricature of a face as he took his hand. “How you come dis way?” he demanded. Finlay attempted a twisted smile. “Your friend, Tete-Blanche, tied me up and left me to the bugs.” The muscles in Blaise Brassard’s jaw bulged. "When we leave Was wanipi,” he rasped in Cree, “we leave Tete-Blanche in the ground and take Isadore with us! He has broken the law and given the Mon tagnais whiskey!” “Take Isadore with you? Are you police sent by the Fathers at Otta wa?” excitedly demanded the old man. Blaise shook his head. “No, but we are sent by the Fathers to make a picture of the lakes." He repeated his talk with Wabistan to his friends. “He’s right, Blaise,” said Garry. "They’ve shown their hand. After today they’ve got to get rid of us to save their skins. And they’ll use Kinebik and this evil eye mumbo jumbo to do It.” “Well, what’s our next move, chief?” demanded Red, fidgeting like a bear on a chain. "After what they tried today I'm not sleeping sound until I get my hooks on this white head.” “Don’t underestimate that bird. Red,” warned Garry as he sat stripped to the waist by the fire, rubbing his tormented body with the soda solution. “He’s quick as an ot ter. I was sure I had him today. He wasn’t ten yards away and com ing in, head on, when I threw the gun on him! I never made a worse miss.” “You don’t make many, Garry. Now what are the orders?” "I’m going to Matagami to have a report for headquarters relayed by canoe to the railroad. It’s my alibi and last will and testament,” said the blinded man, nursing his puffed face. "With these wild Mon tagnais crazy with Isadore’s whis key and fed up with the idea that we’ve sickened their children, we’ve got the chance a rabbit has with a snowy owl.” Malone stopped his pacing, bent and peered anxiously into the fire-lit face of his friend. Then he faltered: “You’re—you’re not sending—for help?” An effigy of a smile touched Fin lay’s distorted features. “Do you think I am, Red?” “Not the Sergeant Garrett Finlay I wintered on the Liard River with— not the man I saw bluff those miners at Fort McLeod!” “No, we’ll play this through, the four of us, as we started,” said Fin “Don’t underestimate that bird, Red.’* lay. “I’m going to report that we’ve found the bodies of two men who had been shot, not drowned, and were, ourselves, fired on, on the Not taway; that I was ambushed and, finally, that we’re going to stick un til the arrival in August of a mys terious plane from the Bay when, if we live that long, there’ll be a showdown. Because of the gravity of this Indian situation, I am advis ing the dispatch of a police plane in September to view our graves and clean up the case. This looks to me like the Waterloo of Sergeant Finlay and Constable Malone.” A look of incredulity lay on Ma lone’s freckled face. He squinted curiously at his chief: “You’re not talking like your old self, Garry. You’ve taken a tough lacing from those bugs. You’re in misery. And you’re naturally sore over the scur vy trick that Jane played on you. But when the poison’s worked out of your system you’re going to feel bet ter about this jam we're in. I tell you we're going to bust Isadore wide open and if those Montagnais start to hunt us, there’ll be plenty of red widows in these parts.” “You may be right, Red.” Finlay raised his face with its closed eyes to his friend. “But if we’re licked, we’ll go down with our colors fly ing!” In the morning Wabistan left for the head of the lake to carry on his losing fight against the medicine man. For two days Garry’s physi cal condition kept him in camp, thA the swelling began to leave his eyes and he could see. The afternoon of the third day, on his return from the gill-nets with Moise Wabistan, Blaise announced: “Cano’ movin’ up de shore!” Red got his glasses from the tent. “Well, I’ll be whip-sawed if that double-crossing Jane hasn’t had the gall to send that boy hunting for us, again!” snorted Malone. “Sure it’s the one who brought that message?” asked Finlay, alive to the sudden tightening of his throat, the jump of his pulse. “Absolutely, and he’s scared into a cold sweat,” said Red, his binocu lars at his eyes. “Got to hand it to that kid! He's game to show up here after what happened.” A hundred yards from shore the canoeman held his paddle with spread hands above his head, the Montagnais gesture of friendliness. Then he drew something white from his shirt and waved it. “He's shaking like a bush in the wind,” commented Malone. "Tell him to come in Moise. He’s safe.” The canoe moved in to the beach. “Well, here’s where she tries to alibi herself out of it." His freckled face sour with disgust Red handed Finlay a skin wrapper containing a letter. “What a nerve that little de coy duck packs in that swell shape of hers! She’s as tough as raw-hide but who’d guess it with that face!” Finlay ignored his friend’s char acterization of Lise Demarais. He began to read: “After what has happened you have good reason never to trust me again. The very thought drives me frantic. But 1 had to write you. I swear I did not know they had fol lowed me. If I had, could I have acted that way before those breeds? Could I have lost my head—done what I did? Do you think me as cheap as that? But I’m not sorry. I’m terribly glad. Believe it or not, I was honest. I was carried far out to sea. I’ve never met a man like you, Garry Finlay! “That night Labelle rushed In and called Jules from the table. When he returned, I knew by his face something awful had happened. ‘You met Finlay this afternoon, damn you!’ he roared. ‘Now three men are dead and another hurt! But this fake surveyor paid for It to night!’ Then he struck me in the face! “It was all so sudden—so ghastly. He wouldn’t tell us what had hap pened. I didn’t know whether you were alive or dead. He accused me of trying to betray him. When I asked him what there was to betray he started towards me and I ran to my room to get my pistol. He’ll never strike me again—never! “Oh, I beg you to believe me! I knew nothing—nothing about those men! They saw my canoe leave for the swimming beach and followed. They never had done it before. I was sick not knowing what I had done to you. And I was so terribly alone—so helpless! I didn’t dare trust Corinne. She talks too much. Finally I found Louis Mikisis, my messenger, and he listened outside Tete-Blanche’s cabin and learned that you had been left to die in a swamp. If I had known where you were, Garry Finlay, I would have found you, that night. But I could only suffer and pray. “In the morning I saw Tete Blanche and Tetu returning in a canoe to the post. Jules met them on the shore and acted like a wild man. Later Louis told me that you had escaped. I went to my room and cried. You were alive—alive and free! “Last night Jules was in the trade room with Tete-Blanche, Tetu and Labelle. I listened at the open win dow. They are going to set a guard at the outlet of the lake, the Quiet Water. They’ll try to ambush you. “Your lives depend on your leav ing at once! “I implore you, Garry Finlay, trust me and send an answer by Louis. If you wish to reach me, lat er, leave a note under the big rock on the bathing beach. Louis will get it. Please, oh, please believe that 1 was honest that day, that I—that you’re my only hope. •’Lise." Finlay’s brown hands were un steady as he finished the letter. As wind driven surf pounds a beach, wave on wave of emotion had beaten through him as he read. He read the letter again while the waiting Malone and Blaise scowled. Finlay handed the letter to the disturbed Malone. “We were wrong. Red. This letter is honest and ex plains the whole thing. It couldn’t have been faked and, besides, they know it wouldn’t work the second time. There's news here that'll in terest you. When you read it, you'll agree that Isadore couldn't have had a hand in this. It's too damned straight!” Malone slowly wagged his head as he took the letter. “What the wom en will do to a good man!” he sighed. But, gradually, as he read, the sneer on his incredulous face smoothed out. "Well, I’ll be shot at sunrise if I don’t think the kid is on the level!” exploded Malone, returning the let ter to Garry. "I’ve handed her some pretty raw compliments, Gar ry, but I’m goin' to take them all back right here and now. Isadore’d never play it this way if he was be hind this. That girl can sure write a letter, and boy! is she weak on Sergeant Garrett Finlay? Some medicine man, chief!” The blood drifted up over Fin lay’s brown neck and cheeks as he met Malone’s grin. "Red, we’re go ing to take care of her!” he said quietly. Malone thrust out a big-wristed hand and gripped Garry’s. "We are, chief, and so is Blaise! Aren’t you, Blaise, you old sour face?” (TO BE CONTINUEDJ It’s Up to You Whether Your Cape Will Be Long or Short — By CIIERIE NICHOLAS EVENING wraps are so refresh ingly “different” looking this season they thrill one with their newness of theme and technique. The fact that many of the smartest evening wraps are now made of handsome wool weaves is a depar ture from the beaten path that is attended with excitingly new fash ion interest. Add to these richly colorful wools a sumptuous embellishment of glit tering embroidery or applique, as designers delight in doing this win ter, and the after-flve fashion parade becomes a pageantry of re splendent beauty. In this new movement of embroid ered evening wraps, capes either long or short are the big sensation. Made of bright wool or of velvet they are given an air of newness with richly embroidered yokes that extend down over the shoulders and sometimes down each side of the front closing. Regal looking, indeed, are the full length velvet capes that fashion minded women are wearing this season. A striking version of this type is shown to the right in the illustration. This model holds a particular note of interest in that it was displayed at a fashion show staged at Copacabana Palace, Rio Janeiro, recently under the aus pices of the British Fashion Tour. Over a hundred beautiful costumes, designed by couturiers who fled from Paris to London, were shown. For this striking evening ensem ble Norman Hartnell, the designer, uses rose-colored moire for the lovely gown, with black velvet for the stunning floor-length cape. Rich colored jewels embroider the cape and the low decolletage. A draped velvet bow-toque and long black gloves make it correct for all for mal wear. Capes of this type are to be seen in increasing numbers as the midwinter season advances. It is well worth keeping in touch with this new cape movement for it is rapidly developing into a wide spread vogue. In the young set as well as among the more mature, capes made of bright wool mark “last word” chic with utmost em phasis. Hip-length capes are as fashionable as the full-length types. The colors of the wools that make them are gorgeous and daring, such as, for instance, the new and lovely cerise, the deep plum tones, the fire reds and the Kelly greens. Black with gold is also a favorite and the younger generation is reveling in white wool capes that are gaily em broidered in peasant colored yarns. Typical of the long wool evening coats worn this season is the dra matic full-length black wool coat pictured to the left in the group. On the yoke and all the way down the front opening there is an ap plique of gold cloth encrusted with jewels. Centered in the picture is a coat that is marvelous for holiday par ties. Persian influence is reflected throughout the styling of this coat, which is of rich black wool, the zip per closing assuring a smooth un broken line and extra warmth. An extravagant gold boullion and bright bead embroidery stresses Persian color and technique. So outstanding is embroidery in the scheme of things this season that even fur capes are showing embroidery done in yoke fashion. Mink with sparkling brown sequins is very effective, while jet on black broadtail or Persian lamb is in per fect tune with the new mode which calls for black on black. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Slender Princess Coat Has Capelet and Botvs An interesting new coat silhouette looms on the current style horizon. It is a slenderizing cloth coat cut along princess lines, and it has a pert little capelet to give it youth. The capelet itself makes big fashion news, but it adds to its newsiness by taking on novel trimming such as hand-tied yarn fringe to finish it off, or a pleating of wide velvet rib bon, or maybe a flat velvet border ing. As to fur edgings and band ings, these jaunty little capes revel in them. An interesting future is in promise for the cape-coat. New Lingerie Neekwear For Plain Black Dress The lingerie neckwear vogue is taking a new lease on life. Very at tractive are the simple black frocks with which are worn exquisite large pleated sheer white or lace-trimmed collars. It adds allure to black and-white to fasten the dress with sparkling rhinestone buttons. Fleece Coats Fleece is not only a major factor in medium price sports coats, but there is a definite trend toward lux ury fleece coats with fur collars. Dyed in high, vivid shades of gold, green or fuchsia, the new fleeces are ideal to wear with gay print frocks at winter resorts. There will also be a great deal of white fleece seen, along with those tinted in off white shades. Tw inkle Toes Your evening slippers must glit ter with rhinestone embroidery or with sparkling beadwork. Eows on your evening pumps are set with rhinestones or scintillating jet beads. Newest of all are the nail head-studded shoes that are worn j for less formal occasions. Zebra Stripes It is considered the smart thing this season to give chic accent to one’s costume with accessories that are daring and unusual. Zebra striped black and white velvet is used for this striking turban and glove ensemble. It is an excellent duo to wear with a basic black dress for afternoon. This year many mil liners are making companion bags and gloves to match hats, so keep this in mind when buying new ac cessories. Or should you be of the self-reliant type and can "make your own,” you can find patterns for gloves, hats and bags in most stores where pattern service is available. These offer styles to fit your purse l and your wardrobe. — &/ja6efA dfden (McClure Syndicate—WNU Service.} DAVIE stood at the camp window and looked out over the great frozen lake. "Do you think he'll come right across the ice?” "He?” Mother answered from the kitchen. "Oh. Santa Claus? Why. perhaps, darling. But not this morn ing, funny boy; not before evening.” Such unquestioning flve-year-old faith, and she must watch its be trayal. Because there weren’t going to be any presents. There wasn’t any money. Suddenly Davie screamed with ex citement and his mother went run ning to look out too. “Why, it’s a deer, Davie.” “Reindeer," said Davie, without any question at all. “One of Santa’s, you think? May be the sleigh tipped over and all the presents spilled! 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