Colorful Bedspread
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T'HE peacock—the symbol of
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by 3',i inches; illustrations of stitches;
materials required; color chart. Send your
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TIIE STORY SO EARi Hound for the
Chihouga mail gold rountry, *1* men toat
their llvea on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone, oarrett Finlay, brother of one
of the ala, and nialae, half-breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway poalng an aurvryora
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When Blaise had given the In
dians the details of the trip to Mata
garni, Wnbistan said in Montngnals:
“You are brave men but foolish to
come back. Some night they will
find you and you will die in your
sleep. What can three do against
so many?”
“When Kinebik sets up his medi
cine tent in the round of the moon,”
Finlay said, “we shall be there to
listen, you and I. When the thun
der sounds in the skies and the plane
comes from the north we shall still
be there to see.”
Blaise interpreted to the listening
Indian.
“So you have heard of the flying
caftoe that comes from the North
this moon?” said the old man.
"Yes, I have heard. Why does it
come?”
“Never in the ‘Moon when the
Birds fly after the Moult’ will Isa
dore have Montagnais at the post.
It is a great secret, the coming of
this canoe of the skies.”
“What do you think it brings?”
demanded Finlay.
“How can I tell? When it comes
only Isadore and Tete-Blanche go
to it in a canoe.”
“How many men come in this
plane?”
“Once we hid on the island and
watched. One man comes and. in
three sleeps, one man goes away
south.”
Red’s puzzled eyes met Finlay’s.
“Well, the only way we’ll solve
this mystery will be to board her
when she shows up,” said Garry.
CHAPTER XV
It was soon evident that the big
lake, more than sixty miles in
length, with its deep bays and count
less islands, was being searched
from the mouth of the Waswanipi
River to the Quiet Water for the men
who menaced Isadore’s future.
Almost daily as they lay hidden in
the willows and alders of some is
land or point of shore the man on
guard sweeping the lake with his
binoculars would pick up a canoe
hunting for signs of the camp of the
men Isadore and Tete-Blanche had
sworn should never see August. Dar
ing no longer to remain within reach
of the post, with the chance of hear
ing from Lise, Finlay had left a
letter under the quartz rock on the
beach and moved up the lake.
By the time they returned from
the medicine making, if they did
return, Blondell would be at Isa
dore’s. Brooding over the situa
tion of the desperate girl Finlay
drove his nails deep into his cal
loused hands. But he was helpless.
One day in early August they were
camped in a maze of islands at the
mouth of a deep bay. Garry and
Red were asleep in a stand of young
spruce with Flame beside them
while Blaise kept watch on the
shore.
By day they always slept, for they
knew if their camp was located any
attack would come on a black night
when it would be easy to approach
by water.
For hours through the long after
noon Blaise's binoculars had cov
ered the lake beyond the islands but
had picked up no tell-tale flash of a
dripping paddle. At last he mut
tered. “I go back and see w’at dat
lazy Red doin’. He got too moch
sleep, already.”
Crawling back from the thick
shore scrub Blaise found his friends
snoring peacefully under their
cheesecloth canopy. But the dog
was missing.
“By gar, dat dog chew dat leash
and go somewhere and navare make
a so'jnd. Now why he do dat? He
is smart chien, dat Flame. He ^mell
or hear somet’ing for sure.”
Blaise reached for his Lee-Enfield
which stood against a tree, glanced
at the .45 he carried in a belt hol
ster and left his two sleeping
friends. Circling the camp he man
aged to pick up the dog’s trail, lose
it, and find it again. At last he
came out on a mud beach. Over
it the unmistakable tracks of Flame
led straight to the water. Two hun
dred yards away lay another island
heavily timbered with scrub spruce,
birch and poplar.
Concealed inside the shore brush
Blaise stopped to consider the situa
tion. “Dat dog swim straight to dat
island,” he ruminated. “De air it
move from dere to here and he
smell somet’ing, for sure.”
The airedale had followed no game
into the water for the beach was
unmarked except by Flame’s feet.
Something had led him to chew
the raw-hide thong and investigate,
without warning the sleeping men.
Therefore, reasoned Blaise, the
dog could not have been excited or
thought them in danger. If he had
caught the wind of Montagnais on
the other island he would have
waked the sleeping men at once, for
the airedale could wind an Indian
at a half mile.
Now what was the dog doing over
there all this time to keep so quiet?
The problem was too deep for
Blaise to solve offhand. And he was
worried. Something strange had
happened.
Something so unusual that it
called for action. It might Involve
their lives.
Blaise Brassard determined to in
vestigate.
Retracing his steps he shouldered
the Peterboro hidden near the camp
and made his way through the scrub
to the mud beach. Then with his
rifle across a knee he paddled to
the island and found the tracks of
the airedale on a narrow beach.
Caching the canoe in the brush
Blaise started to follow the dog's
trail into the heart of the timber.
He had traveled less than a hun
dred yards from the shore when he
suddenly squatted while his nar
rowed eyes roved the thick forest
growth about him. Lifting his head
his nostrils caught a pungent odor
in the air. Then his gaze fell to
the birch shoots in front of him.
Reaching, Blaise drew the shoots
toward him and sniffed at the green,
scalloped edged leaves which glis
tened as if smeared with oil.
"Beaver castor!" he muttered. "I
bin smellin’ dis all de way from de
shore. Dat w’at make Flame swim
to dis islan’—beaver castor.”
"Beaver castor!" he repeated,
rubbing his square chin, his swart
face wrinkled in thought. "No bea
ver on dis islan’!” Slowly the slits
of eyes widened as a solution of the
mystery began to crystallize in
Blaise's active brain. He moved on
through the undergrowth and, short
ly, found more birch shoots with
leaves smeared with the pungent
Blaise Brassard determined to
investigate.
oil, from the glands of the beaver,
widely used by Indians as a game
lure at trap-sets and carrying an
irresistible appeal to the furred and
shaggy owners of fang and claw.
“Dey are here, on dis islan’!” he
murmured. “Dey use dis castor to
draw de dog ovair here and kill
him. Den dey come tonight. He
navare get dere wind, w’en he come,
becuz dey smear de beaver castor
on demself. All poor Flame smell
is de beaver.”
Blaise Brassard was doing some
hard thinking. Lured by the scent
scattered over the low sprouts
Flame was already somewhere in
the center of the island and proba
bly dead. He would not give hin:
up until he went in there and had
a look.
Silently following the trail of bea
ver castor smeared at intervals on
low bush, like a fox stalking wood
mice, Blaise worked through th<
timber into the heart of the island.
At length the timber began to thin
out and Blaise reached the edge of
a natural clearing. What had be
come of the dog? Hidden in a clump
of seedling spruce which command
ed a view of the opening Blaise wait
ed. Where were the Montagnais who
had enticed the dog to his doom?
Blaise had waited for some min
utes in his “hide” when he chanced
to glance at the sky and notice an
eagle circling high above the break
in the timber.
“Wat dat fallar see, down here?”
Blaise muttered. “He got his eye
on somet’ing. Is it de dog?”
Wings spread, the eagle drifted
down in wide spirals while the man
in the spruce watched, his heart sore
with knowledge of what the bird's
movements meant. So it was
“a’voir” to poor Flame! The eagle
was making his last circle prepara
tory to landing in the spagnum,
when, with a thin whistle of fear, he
wheeled in the air and flapped away
over the spruce tops.
“Ah-hah!” The cocked Lee-Enfleld
covered the center of the clearing.
"Somet’ing scare dat eagle from
landin’ out dcre! W’at was it?”
Convinced that Flame lay stiff in
death out there in that spagnum
moss, crushed in a trap or dead
fall, Blaise started to circle the
clearing. Shortly, as he crawled, he
came upon the unmistakable trail of
the dog leading into the moss, and
moccasin tracks in soft soil lead
ing away from it.
Reckless with wrath and grief
for his friend Brassard rose and
walked boldly from cover into the
patches of moss and Labrador tea.
Halfway across the open space he
found what he had dreaded. Under
the heavy drop-log of a dead-fall
lay Flame’s limp body.
Lured by the irresistible scent of
the beaver castor the gallant airc
dale had followed its trail directly
to the dead-fall. With a groan Blaise
dropped to his knees beside the dog
he had loved from puppyhood.
•'Flame!” he muttered "W’y you
do dis. Flame? You poor chien!
Blaise, he navare forget you. He
navare—”
Brassard was lifting the drop-log
of the dead-fall, easing the dog’s
body, when he suddenly caught his
breath. "By gar! Dat dog is warm,
yet!” His swiftly groping fingers
sought the dog’s breast ribs and ex
plored his neck and spine. “Dat
log not break his neck or back!” he
gasped in his joy. "And his heart—
it beat! He still live! De drop-log
crack him on de head, by gar, and
knock him out!’’Blaise’s ear pressed
against the shaggy ribs. "For sure!
For sure. Flame! Dat old heart, she
go good!” Brassard’s fingers
touched the dog's skull. “Dere it is!
Right on de head! Big lump dere!
It hit you on head, not de back or
neck, and de t’ick moss save you,
by gar!”
Because the builders of the trap
of logs had been careless in remov
ing the thick carpet of moss on
which it stood, the dog’s neck and
back had not been crushed by the
release of the drop-log when he
reached the bait of moose meat
smeared with beaver castor. Instead
he had taken a glancing blow on the
skull which had knocked him out
Reaching, Blaise took the inert body
of his friend into his arms and laid
it on a soft bed of moss. Then the
overjoyed man rubbed and kneaded
the circulation back into the iron
frame. At length the dog’s legs
twitched and his blood-shot eyes met
those of the man for an instant of
recognition. The stub of a tail lifted
and fell. Shortly the airedale strug
gled to get to his feet, but sank
back on the moss where Blaise’s
hand restrained him.
"Quiet, now! Take your time, boy!
By gar, it is good to see you alive!
Bad crack you take on de head.
Blaise stay wid you right here ontil
you not so dizzy, eh?”
After a space Flame again insisted
on getting to his feet. Blaise watched
the dog slowly regain his equilibri
um, shaking his head in an attempt
to clear the mists from his brain.
At last Flame’s strength began to
return, for he no longer reeled as he
walked about Brassard whose rov
ing eyes covered the edges of the
clearing. When Flame began to show
interest in the smeared bait of the
trap and his nostrils quivered as
they caught the seductive aroma
Blaise felt that the dog could make
the trip back to the canoe. He
picked up his rifle and, followed by
Flame, left the clearing.
As, they entered the thick timber
there was a warning rumble from
Flame. He leaped past the sur
prised Brassard, fell, recovered and
roared his airedale challenge as two
bodies catapulted into Blaise’s back
hurling him headlong to the ground.
As he fell and instinctively rolled
from the weight of the men on his
back the halfbreed tore the .45 from
its holster. A hand gripping a knife
drove past his neck and buried its
blade in the leaves. Blaise caught
the Indian’s wrist and with a wrench
had the writhing body beneath him.
Clubbing the 45 he bludgeoned the
Montagnais into unconsciousness.
Leaping to his feet he saw the in
jured airedale drive at the second
Indian’s legs, dodge a knife thrust as
the Indian backed away, then leap
again as the Montagnais reached
for the rifle which had slipped from
Brassard's hands when he was
struck from the rear.
Indian and airedale rolled over
and over in the brush, the dog slash
ing with his long fangs as the other
tried to use his knife. With a leap
Blaise reached them and the clubbed
.45 struck again. Holding the mad
dened dog off the stunned Indian
Blaise swiftly bound his hands and
feet with strips of his shirt, and re
peated the operation on his compan
ion lying unconscious a few yards
away. A quick examination proved
that the raging Flame had escaped
with a surface cut. Picking up his
rifle Blaise and the dog started for
the canoe.
“You t’ink I am crazee not to
shoot dose fallar. Flame?” the man
said to the dog at his side. “If I
shoot dat old .45 we have t’ree-four.
mebbe ten-twenty on our heel before
we reach de cano’. Dere are plenty
Montagnais across de lslan’ wait
in’ for night. You and Blaise now go
wake up Red and Garry and start up
de lake, tout suite, w'en dark
comes.”
Crossing the strait with the dog
Blaise carried the canoe to the camp
and waked his sleeping friends.
"Wal, you fallar sleep pretty hard
w’ile Flame and me make a little
troubl’ for ourself.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Fashion Revives Long IVarl
Neekl aees and (flearning Jet
By CIIERtl NICIIOl.AS
IT MIGHT be aptly said that a
* woman is known by the jewelry
she wears. Certain it is that jew
elry accents have a way of showing
either refinement of taste, or a love
of display. It all depends on wheth
er you belong to the spectacular
costume-jewelry group or to the
conservative one that holds on to
the tradition of quiet elegance.
To women who have an inherit
ed intuitive sense of dignified glam
our pearls are ever the answer to
their jewelry preferences. This sea
son the style prestige of pearls
has ascended to a new high.
The big news that is adding to the
lure of pearls is the return to favor
of long ropes of pearls with match
ing bracelets and earrings in the
manner of the ensemble shown
above to the left in the illustration.
The fact that in this instance pearls
are worn with a black wool knit eve
ning sweater is also important news.
Time was when jewelry worn with
things knitted was taboo. Now it’s
the smart thing to do.
Speaking of the new ropes of
pearls, some are unbelievably long
and worn in tiers reaching below
the waistline. With a siren-slim
black satin formal they are the
“last word” in smart jewelry.
Grandmother’s pearl choker is
also worn by her smart and style
conscious granddaughter. Centered
in the group illustrated above you
see a modern girl wearing a three
strand matching bracelet and pearl
earclips. The ring is a little gold
bow with a diamond knot.
What has been said of pearls may
be said of jet. The revival of jet
jewelry goes on record as a gesture
of utmost style significance. Jet
bead ensembles worn with winter
white evening sweaters, as pictured
above to the right in the illustration,
have proved especially popular with
college girls.
Groups of clips (called "scatter
clips”) are being featured this sea
son as an alternate with the single
lapel piece. The idea is spreading
like wildfire among those who like
the new and the venturesome. Cen
tered at the top in the group pictured
above is a style-alert "modern’*
wearing adorable little bows of three
different sizes, with bow earrings to
match. They are usable also as com
panion clips for square or "sweet
! heart” necklines.
Flattering and highly decorative
for a plain dark dress are groups
of small clips like those worn by
the young woman posing below to
the left in the picture. These rhine
stone birds may also be fastened
together in pairs to make a hand
some brooch and there is all-purpose
jewelry that can be taken apart to
form different pins, clips and vari
ous other items. The earrings be
longing to this ensemble are also of
bird designs. Bird, bow and butter
fly motifs are very much in the
jewelry picture this year.
Amusing themes are worked into
jewelry that "makes conversation”
because of its novelty—for instance,
the lapel pin worn by the young girl
pictured below to the right. On her
handknit tailored jacket, done in
new stitch, she is wearing a lucite
fish with fins of gold plate and
rhinestones.
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Winter-White
The sensation of the present sea
son—winter-white wool! Wear it for
informal dinners and cocktail par
ties with fine costume jewelry of
rhinestones. A beautifully designed
flower pin and a wide, important
bracelet adds glamour to the pic
ture. The movement to wear winter
white dresses under winter furs is
gaining momentum right along.
Tiny white hats are chic, also, for
immediate wear, especially the new
diminutive sailor types with their
wing trimming and a whimsical
veil.
Guest Scuffs
Take your boudoir slippers along
if you want to when you go away to
spend the week-end. But you prob
ably don't need to. Your hostess
may have learned the modern trick
of making “guest scuffs” as they
are called. These are part of the
equipment of the guest room in
many homes.
Those Buttons Snap On
And Are Simple to Use
It is most assuredly a button sea
son. The newest use of large pre
tentious buttons is to ornament as
well as provide fastenings for the
dainty pastel wool jacket suits so
popular for immediate wear under
fur coats and later to wear without
a wrap on a balmy spring day.
You can get all sorts of buttons.
The newest among them is the but
ton with a snap-on base. You draw
this portion up through the button
lr>le and then clip to it a handsome
over button that looks more like jew
elry than a mere utilitarian fasten
ing.
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Wrap Around
Some new coats have sleeves cut
all in one with the yoke or body
of the garment. And they are
so fashioned as to wrap around to
one side. They concentrate on
quality fabric, and when unfurred,
as most of them are, they call for
a stunning fur muff matched with
a flattering fur hat.
Evening Capes
Capes that have a new look be
cause of the embroidery lavished
on them in the way of yokes or
tuxedo panels down the front
are the “last word” in evening
wraps. They are, for the most
part, made of velvet or fine cloth,
and they may be either floor length
or hip length.
Frothy White
Again we have with us, with more
to follow as spring gets well under
way, the little dark-toned or black
dress that is enlivened with “oodles”
of frothy white at the neckline and
wrists. The new white neckwear is
entrancing. Also pastel accessory
items are coming out in new lingerie
versions.
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side sashes achieve the neat trim
fit at the waist which is as flatter
ing as it is comfortable. The dia
gram shows you how easy it is to
make this dress from our simpli
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