THE STORY SO FAR: Six men trav
tied the Chibougamau trail and six
men died. Later they were report
ed drowned. Murder is suspected.
Garry Finlay, brother of one of the six;
Red Malone, Mounted Police officers,
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INSTALLMENT SEVENTEEN
and Blaise, half-breed guide, posing as
surveyors, arrive at Nottaway to Inves
tigate. Isadore, rich fur man, is thought
to have made a gold strike and aims to
keep prospectors out. Later, they visit
Isadore, rich fur man, at his mag
****** *
nlflrent home and meet Lise, hli step
daughter. Finlay falls In love with her.
They learn that Isadore's men with
Tete-Blanche are hunting them. Several
weeks later Lise went swinfming with
Corinne, her mother,
i * *
As Lise followed Corinne into the
house to change into a bathing suit
she wondered how far she could
trust her—how much Corinne really
knew.
They paddled slowly up the shore
of the lake. The nose of the boat slid
into the sand. Dropping her blouse
and slacks in the canoe and adjust
ing her rubber cap, Lise stepped out
into the shallow water followed by
Corinne. Walking out to her knees,
Lise made a long, shallow dive and
swam away, revelling in the refresh
ing coolness of the water.
“Don’t go so far, Lise!” called
Corinne. “Stay here with me! I’m
afraid to go out there!”
Lise turned back.
“Great, isn’t it, after this heat?”
said Corinne, stretching on the sand.
“Wish we’d brought our lunch!"
But the thoughts of the girl were
of the rock a hundred feet away, at
the edge of the beach. Had Finlay
returned and left a note for her?
And how was she to get it?
Lise waded out and plunged in
again. Swimming in a wide circle
she left the water opposite the quartz
rock at the edge of the beach and
casually walked past it. Her heart
suddenly picked up its beat. The
corner of an oilskin wrapper was
visible. The letter was there!
She rejoined Corinne who said:
“You know, this morning I asked
Jules if he was going to bring
charges against Finlay for murder
when he went south. Do you know
what he said?”
“I can’t guess.
“He said it wouldn’t be neces
sary.”
“Meaning?”
“Why, that Finlay would disap
pear, I suppose. Lise, I’m afraid
to stay here. I’m going to make
Felix Blondell take me back with
him. I want to get out of this and
you should, too!”
Lise sat up. Her dark face was
suddenly taut and desperate. “You
remember what Jules told me about
Felix Blondell?”
“Yes, it was rotten! And I think
he meant it! He’s as hard as stone.
When Blondell comes, you sleep with
a pistol under the pillow!”
“I will and I’ll use it!”
“I believe you would. He’s vile
when he’s drunk and you know how
they’ll drink. He’s due in a week.”
Lise was planning how to get the
note unobserved. At last she had
an idea. She rose, took her blouse
and slacks from the canoe and re
leasing the neck band of her bathing
suit dropped it around her hips.
“What are you doing?” demanded
Corinne.
“My swim suit’s not dry. I’m go
ing to spread it on that hot rock.”
Lise slipped the suit to her knees,
stepped out, got into her slacks and
put on the blouse. Then she took
the suit to the rock and spread it to
dry. When Corinne rose, turning
her back, and went to the canoe,
Lise reached under the rock and
hid the wrapped note inside her
blouse, which was tucked into her
slacks.
On the way back to the post Lise
could feel the wrapped note inside
her blouse with every stroke of her
paddle. It comforted her. Hurry
. ing to her room, she opened it and
read:
‘‘Dearest Girl:
“We’re back but they’ve been
hunting us so hard that we haven’t
moved in daylight. At least twenty
canoes have been combing the shores
looking for us. We move only at
night. I can’t write what I want to
say. This note might be found. I
can’t tell you where I am or meet
you now. Next week look for in
structions. Pack a bag with clothes
and wait for the word. Courage! All
will come out if you are brave and
I know you are. I’m still living those
last moments on your beach. I love
you, Lise Demarais! If Blondell
comes before you hear from me,
sleep with and always carry your
gun. Try to be patient and wait for
my message. It will be soon. Cour
age, brave heart! I love you!
•’Garry.”
She threw herself on her bed and
cried for sheer joy. He hadn’t for
gotten! He loved her.
CHAPTER XVII
The yellow orange of a moon that
hung above the indigo ridges be
yond Waswanipi was full. The mo
ment had arrived. Wabistan had
learned that the medicine-lodge was
to stand in front of the great Medi
cine-Stone in a clearing on a certain
island. It was one of the many
places where the old sorcerers had
invoked the spirits.
“He set his tent close to de scrub,”
Blaise explained, “so he go in and
out and dey not see him.”
“You say the mob will all be in
front but not near the tent?” asked
Red, as they ate their supper in
their hidden camp.
“All in front but he will not let
dem come near,” said Blaise. "De
spirit is shy and will not talk if
Montagnais are close," he added
with a grimace.
“And the Indians leave their ca
noes at the clearing?”
“Ah-hah.”
“So we land on the opposite side
of the island, behind the tent?”
“Yes.”
"Then Garry and I wait at the
edge of the clearing to back you
and Wabistan up when the trouble
starts?”
“You are in de bush by big Jack
pine. It will be black dere. Dey
will not see you but you see and
hear dem.”
“Red,” said Finlay, “this whole
show is going to depend on the
breaks we get. Blaise thinks it can
be done. I’m not so sure, but it’s
worth trying. If it doesn’t work,
we're in a trap. We’ll never get off
that island. But unless something
happens pretty quick we can’t last
much longer on this lake, anyway.”
“You’re right, chief,” admitted
Red.
“If Blaise is wrong, God help us!
But what a dog-flght it’ll be there in
the moonlight!
“It’s one of the boldest and clev
erest ideas I’ve ever heard of,” said
Garry. “We may have trouble jus
tifying it at headquarters but we're
committed now.”
“I’ll say it’s an idea. But it may
lose us our jobs, chief; and you
close to promotion!”
“Our jobs won’t be Important If
they bury us, Red. Tonight three
“What are you doing?”
demanded Corinne.
more may be snuffed out on the
Chibougamau Trail.”
The Waswanipi wilderness dozed
under the spell of the full August
moon.
One by one, dark shapes of ca
noes crossed a shimmering ribbon
of moonlight bound for the island of
the Medicine-Stone.
Long since Wabistan and his son
had left. Garry and Red stood on
the shore, silent. Finlay was won
dering if the plane from the south
was anchored to the buoys in front
of Isadore’s—wondering if he would
ever again look into Lise Demarais’
dark eyes, when Blaise touched him
on the shoulder.
"All right! We go!”
The three men left their rifles in
the Peterboro beached at the foot of
a steep bank and worked across the
small island.
"What a mob!” whispered Red.
"Must be fifty or sixty! Where’s
Wabistan?”
"I don’t see him, but he’s there
somewhere with his friends. He’ll
talk when the time comes!”
Near the Medicine-Stone stood the
conjuror’s tent.
"There’s the medicine-lodge!"
muttered Red. "Small, isn’t it!”
"Red, I think I see Batoche—the
bird with the hat pulled over his
eyes!”
"The Isadore mob’s all there,
backing up Kinebik!”
“We’ve got to get closer,” whis
pered Garry. "If anything starts
we’re too far away.”
Inch by inch the two worked near
er to the clearing drenched with
light.
"Look!" Red nudged the man be
side him. “They’re passing a bot
tle!”
Suddenly, silence dropped like a
blanket over the clearing. The faces
of the Montagnais were turned to
ward the medicine-lodge.
"Kinebik’s in the tipi. Red! See it
shake?”
Shortly there rose the muffled
beating of the conjuror’s caribou
hide drum accompanied by a low
sing-song. The shell-rattle joined in
and the beat quickened. The lis
teners in the clearing strained for
ward where they sat. Louder
crooned the voice of the shaman in
a rhythmic chant. The sorcerer was
a superb mimic. His voice ran the
gamut of the voices of the night.
The voice again ceased, and the
audience sat in awed wonder. Then
from the tent drifted maniacal sob
bing. Creatures in torment shrieked
their agony. Demons and fiends
screeched and bellowed in a mad
cacophony of horror. At last a voice
rose through the octaves to a wail
which chilled the blood as it died
over the moon-bathed forest.
A silence so tense that it vibrated
in the ears like sound, followed.
Then a sepulchral voice startled the
cowed Montagnais. A spirit was
speaking!
“Montagnais, I come from the
spirit places at the call of my broth
er, Kinebik. I have traveled far
from the land where the sun sleeps.
My brother’s heart is sick. The lit
tle children are bewitched by the
Evil Eye of the white men and die.
Drive these white strangers from
Waswanipi or the women will wail
in the tipis of the Montagnais
through the Long Snows!”
Suddenly the painted walls of the
medicine-lodge visibly shook and
swayed. The conjuror was about to
invoke another spirit voice. A low
cough was cut off short and the skin
tipi was again motionless.
Presently, a voice so shrill, so
penetrating that it tortured the ears,
quavered over the clearing. It
soared thinner and thinner. Then it
descended to moan and roar like a
March drifter on the barrens, later
to drop lower until it boomed with
the sudden thunder of ice split by
frost.
Then the voice cut high and clear
through the silence. “Montagnais,
I have heard the voice of Kinebik,
the Wabeno, who speaks with the
split tongue of the snake. It was no
spirit who talked. The voice was his
own. He is a false shaman who
destroys the young men with the
whiskey of Tete-Blanche."
There were startled murmurs of
dissent The voice went on.
“The white men were sent by the
Fathers at Ottawa. Isadore fears
them for he has broken the law and
given whiskey to the Montagnais.
If the white men are killed, the
red coats will come and the Mon
tagnais will be punished. The chil
dren are no longer sick. There was
no Evil Eye. It was the lie of Kine
bik, Isadore’s servant. Why does
he not answer? He is here in the tipi.
He is afraid and is silent for he
knows he has lied. Even now Tete
Blanche is here with whiskey to de
stroy the young men!”
The clearing was in a chattering
uproar. In the murk Finlay and
Red waited the outcome with drawn
guns.
“My people, the true spirit has
spoken and has gone! Why has not
Kinebik answered? Have his words
choked in his throat? Follow me and
we shall learn!”
The old man strode boldly to the
medicine-lodge. Crawling into it
from the rear he re-appeared, drag
ging a limp shape. Wabistan rolled
the body on its back. The moon
light shone full on the glazed eyes
and the swollen face with protrud
ing tongue of Kinebik.
The chief turned to those who had
had courage to follow.
“Look, Montagnais, the lies of
Kinebik have choked him! The spirit
has punished him for speaking with
a split tongue!”
Two men pushed through the cir
cle of gaping Indians and bent over
the conjuror. One of them, with
white hair and features knotted with
rage, turned to the group and cried
in Montagnais:
“Montagnais, you are fools! Kine
bik was strangled! It was the plot
of the white men! They are here on
the island! Hunt the men who killed
Kinebik!”
“No!" shouted Wabistan. “It was
the good spirit that choked the lies
in Kinebik's throat!”
Instantly a milling mass of Indians
surrounded Kinebik’s body. There
were cries of, “Kill the white men!”
answered by shouts: “It was the
work of the spirit! Kinebik was a
false shaman!”
In the gloom at the edge of the
clearing two men with cocked pis
tols listened. “Wabistan is safe!”
said Finlay. “He doesn't need us
now! Tete-Blanche will soon start
to hunt us! We'd better meet Blaise
at the canoe!”
They moved swiftly across the is
land but Blaise was not at the canoe
under the steep shore. Finlay was
cold with apprehension.
“What could have happened. Red?
He should be here!”
“He’s in trouble,” said Malone.
“They’ll follow the shore path
soon, nosing for our canoe!” mut
tered Garry. “If they reach us,
don't fire unless we're cornered. It
will only draw the rest and we’ve
got to get Blaise. God bless his foxy
old bones! It was magnificent! He
snuffed that shaman out without a
sound!”
“Listen! They’re moving this way
now, along the shore!”
“You’re right, Red! Stand by this
path and we’ll club ’em with our
guns! Don’t fire unless they come
too thick! We must get Blaise!”
Brush snapped up the shore. The
hunt had started. A dry stick broke
directly behind Finlay and he whirled
with raised gun. There was a low
“Shish!” A hand touched his shoul
der. “We move quick!” whispered
Blaise. “Dey are close behin’ me!"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Smart Midseason Dresses Are
Dignified and Simply Styled
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THERE is a new psychology in
the matter of dress. It's a most
wholesome one which yields to no
compromise with feminine charm
and flattery, but tends toward great
er simplicity, careful selection and
an appreciative evaluation of wear
ing apparel that avoids extrava
gance. Clothes are made to serve de
pendably and at the same time gra
ciously, during the stress and strain
of the present war period.
It’s well-mannered clothes that
women are wanting, the sort that
won’t shriek with glitter and gew
gaws, yet will be spirit-lifters in
their colorfulness, suavity of line
and genuine charm. The winsome
little wool dresses now so popular
give the answer. Not only do they
exploit color but they are styled to
a nicety with all sorts of "catchy”
details that individualize them and
make them of outstanding style im
portance, not only for immediate
wear with fur wraps but also to wear
into the summer.
The accompanying group picture
eloquently tells the story of quality,
materials of distinction and flatter
ing color. The first of this trio, that
shown to the left in the above illus
tration, is a clever sports dress for
the teen-age girl. It is in chocolate
colored wool panelled with brown
stitched beige. Simple tailored prin
cess lines enhance this model, to
gether with an easy grace achieved
by the full-gored effect below the
hipline.
The dress to the right in the pic
ture above stresses the new 1942
classic simplicity to a nicety. It ex
ploits the sleek-fitting long-torso
lines now so popular with college
girls and the junior set. One of the
persuasive arguments in favor of
the attractive colorful daytime wool
frocks is that they are "up to tricks”
in the way of Ingenious detail. In
this instance it is the lacing at each
side of the long-torso bodice that is
eye-catching. Self material is laced
around gold hooks. This model
comes in delectable pastels or in
lush colors.
Centered in the group above is a
perfect "date” dress for the girl
who must wear her "special occa
sion” dress all day in the office.
This gown of leaf green crepe has a
striking triple - tiered peplum, a
smartly curved yoke and the some
what full, straight sleeve favored
this season.
Too sweet for words are the dainty
little afternoon dresses of light wool
or rayon crepe in exquisite pastels.
They are fashioned with cunning
self-fabric trimming. One has three
rows of tiny ruching applied to a
medium flare skirt line, three huge
hand painted wood buttons and
matching ruching about a clever
yokeline. Made of China pink crepe
it is the ideal answer to the demand
for something dressy but not too
dressy.
The fuss made by the younger set
over white date dresses continues.
White jersey seems to be the out
standing material for these dresses.
Now that color is so important,
many of these jerseys are made gay
and bright with embroidered flow
ers and motifs done in multi-colored
yarns. Some of the most attrac
tive white jersey frocks are high
lighted with effective trapunto quilt
ed design. Others are made festive
with gilt buttons and girdles.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Ribbed Jacket
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If you’re headed resort-ward,
plenty of lightweight sports things
should be in your trunns. Here is
one of the new loafer coats (the
name reveals its purpose) to wear
when you loll around on the veran
da or beaches or wherever the spirit
moves you. These jackets are made
of cordurella, a feminine version of
cordurex, the popular velvety-ribbed
men’s wear fabric. If you are a
husband-and-wife combination, his
windbreaker and slacks should be
made of the finest lightest cordurex
in order to interpret fashion at its
smartest.
Save Stockings to
Help Student Work
Women throughout the states are
being asked to join a unique cam
paign to save old, worn-out silk or
nylon hose (no rayon), to help send
American girls and boys through
college. For every thousand pairs
of old hose contributed one girl or
boy is enabled to attend college for
12 months.
A curtailment of silk has forced
many in the student body of Athens
college in Alabama to stay home
this year. They had been earning
their way working in the college's
hosiery mills.
The stockings sent in will be re
conditioned and ‘•backwound.” the
process done under government su
pervision.
For Blackout
Some of the stores are featuring
blackout accessories, such as bags
done in plaid fiber to wear over the
shoulder. They have five pockets,
and it is advised that they be kept
stocked with emergency require
ments—flashlight, sweater, and oth
er useful items. You can even get
shoes that have tiny flashlight at
tachments.
Floating Suit
For those who cannot swim it
should be good news that a floating
swim suit has been devised that is
non-sinkable, its patented feature
being the lining of a spongy sub
stance that floats. You can get these
novel, practical suits in fitted or in
dressmaker styles.
Brunch Coat
A fad that is growing into a pro
nounced movement is the brunch
coat. It’s as practical to wear as
the usual smock, but is more formal
and can be found in a greater vari
ety of styles.
, - • - _.- I
Farm
Topics [
FLOCK’S COMFORT
NETS MORE EGGS
Hen Protection Vital Need
In Winter Season.
By C. F. PARRISH
(Poultryman, North Carolina Stata
Collega.)
When the cold winds of winter
blow, that's the time to think of the
comfort of the farm poultry flock.
A comfortable house, free from
drafts, will help to keep the bird*
free from common winter ailments
and aid them in producing a maxi
mum number of eggs.
Then, too, each bird should have
at least 3% to 4 square feet of floor
space. If the flock is crowded, ad
ditional space should be provided or
the number culled down to a point
where the birds may be comfortable
in present quarters.
Water that has been heated to
knock the chill off, or fresh from
the well early each morning, will
do much to prevent a cold snap
from causing a sharp drop in egg
production. For less trouble, auto
matic electric or oil-heated warm
ers should be installed.
The feeding of one pound of alfalfa
leaf meal per 100 birds will be a
satisfactory substitute for green
feed if the dry fall prevented the
sowing of a grazing crop.
If the flock is properly housed and
cared for and not more than 30 to 40
eggs per 100 hens are received daily,
then there may be something wrong
with the health or breeding of the
birds.
Although it is too late to change
the laying flock this year, the poul
tryman should give careful thought
to the kind of breeding males he
uses next year, or the sources from
which he purchases his baby chicks,
it is advised.
I AGRICULTURE ||
| IN INDUSTRY j;
By Florence C. Weed
ImKMMmK mr mam imam *utgtw *&
(This is one ol a series of articles show
ing how farm products are finding an Im
portant market in industry.)
Walnuts and Furniture
Those stately ancestral walnut
trees that grow about a home place
are seldom thought of as farm in
come. Yet individual walnut trees
will sometimes bring from $50 to
$100 each, occasionally more. The
price is as high as $500 per thousand
feet for the best wood, the highest
price of any wood grown on the
farm. In the walnut-producing
states, farmers have sold as much
as $2,500,000 in walnut logs annually.
Furniture manufacturers buy the
greatest part of the wood but the
more inferior grades bring good
prices for gun stocks, automobile
steering wheels, airplane propellers
and musical instruments. In its un
painted state, the wood is one of
the most beautiful and has lasting
beauty when finished. It is very
durable and does not check or warp.
Much of the fine old heirloom fur
niture is made of solid walnut. Mod
ern pieces are now often made of
veneer which is young walnut sap
wood steamed to produce the effect
of better class wood.
The annual nut crop brings a
steady income to growers year after
year. There is a ready market for
nut meats at 12 to 15 cents per
pound in small quantities or five dol
lars per bushel in large quantities.
Scientists have improved the walnut
by producing a variety with a larger
percentage of meat than shell.
The walnut tree grows on ground
of fairly low fertility and offers a
profitable enterprise for many farm
ers who want to add another source
| of Income.
Rural Briefs
■ ■■■ 11
Less fence wire, steel fence posts
and nails will be available for farm
ers' use in 1942.
• • •
Three rats eat and destroy enough
feed in one year to carry two laying
hens on a poultry farm.
• • •
Buttons for American soldiers’
uniforms are being made of the
casein of milk at the rate of 12,
000,000 a week.
• • •
The U. S. department of agricul
ture has developed a hybrid pop
corn which gives a bigger and bet
ter pop and is more tender.
# •
Oil extracted from grape seeds in
Italy is used as a war-time substi
tute for linseed and olive oils in the
making of soap, paint and lacquers.
• • •
In a test of 308 days by the de
partment of agriculture, pullets fed
mash in pellet form each averaged
17 eggs more than those fed unpel
leted mash. Feed consumption for
each group was practically identi
cal.
♦ • •
Imports of sage have dropped to
a point that makes domestic pro
duction necessary, reports the Na
tional Farm Chemurgic council, Co
lumbus, Ohio, which offers to sup
ply information on cultivation of the
plant.
His and Her Towels
T'HESE smart His, Hers and
* Mr., Mrs., monograms show
who’s who and beautify your
towels and pillow cases at the
same time. You’ll be surprised
how quickly you’ll finish a pair.
• • •
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materials needed. To obtain this pattern
■end your order to:
Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept.
82 Eighth Ave. New York
Enclose 19 cents In coins for Pat
tern No.
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Whoever serves his country well
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The less people speak of their
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—Bacon.
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No man is the absolute lord of
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