THE STORY SO FAR: Si* men trav.
•led 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,
* #■ *
INSTALLMENT EIGHTEEN
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 alms to
keep prospectors out. Later they visit
Isadore at his magnificent home and
* * * * * *
meet Lise, his stepdaughter. Finlay tails
in love with her. Later they land on an
Island and are attacked by Indians.
They learn that Isadore's men are hunt
ing them and tense themselves as they
hear the gunmen approaching.
* * *
Before the three men could drop
to the beach below, where the canoe
lay, there was the sound of some
thing approaching over the shore
path.
‘‘Club ’em with your gun, Blaise!
Don’t make a noise!"
“Here dey are!"
With the impact of a sledge-ham
tner Red's clubbed .45 dropped the
first man senseless. Finlay’s heavy
pistol glanced from the face of the
next and he fell with a scream. In
his surprise the third Montagnais
fired his rifle in the air as a blocky
body lunged into him carrying him
to the ground. But the damage was
done. The bush was now full of
yelling Montagnais headed for the
sounds.
"Launch the canoe, Blaise, while
we stand them off!” cried Finlay.
As the Peterboro shot past the
point and into the moonlight a canoe
broke from the shore shadows to
bar their path.
“Everyone down!" warned Garry.
The three paddlers flattened as
spurts of flame leaped from the
birchbark. But in the half-light the
aim from the moving boat was poor.
“Don’t shoot! Run ’em down!" or
dered Finlay.
The Peterboro leaped to the drive
of the maple blades. With a crash
the bow of the wooden craft knifed
through the birchbark, amidships,
rolling her under with its momen
tum. Before they could Are again
the three Montagnais were in the
water. With a lunge of his long
stem blade Blaise pushed the filled
shell of the birchbark clear of the
Peterboro’s stern. Then the maple
paddles bowed as the three friends
drove their craft through the moon
lit water and into the protecting
shadows of the opposite shore.
“Close shave!" panted Finlay,
“but we made it!”
CHAPTER XVIII
Late that night, when Wabistan’s
canoe found the hidden camp of the
police, the eyes of the old Indian
glittered with triumph.
"You not hurt?” he asked, squint
ing into the faces of his friends as
they wrung his hand.
"Not a scratch, chief!” Red pat
ted the old man’s shoulder.
"I’m glad we got clear of that
canoe without using our guns," said
Finlay. "Too many men have been
shot here this summer.”
"But it was their lives or ours,
Garry. Tete-Blanche and his whis
key-fed crew would snuff us out as
they would a candle!”
"I know, but headquarters may
not see it that way. I’m sorry it
had to be done.”
With Flame and young Patamish,
who was devoted to Finlay and
would be useful as a scout, the Pe
terboro started at once through the
islands, hugging the shadows of the
western shores, for the moon was
now low on the ridges.
The following night they reached
their old camp and Patamish start
ed with Finlay’s message. Before
dawn Garry was waked by some
thing pulling at his blanket.
“Patamish!” whispered the boy.
“I find dis undair stone.”
Finlay’s hand shook as he took the
note, lit a candle lantern and read:
“Dearest:
“It has seemed so long—this wait
ing for you. Blondell is expected
now, any day. Everyone except
Jules and Labelle are at the head
of the lake. I tried to learn what
was happening there, but could not.
They haven’t returned. Jules is
drinking hard. Corinne heard him
tell Labelle that if you saw that
plane arrive from the North and
got away with the information, the
jig was up. I don’t understand for
he knows that people in Montreal
suspect he’s shipping gold south by
plane. That’s no secret. I’ve tried
to avoid him but he cornered me
last night and said: 'You’ll never
see your friend again. He’s walked
into a trap, nosing around this lake.
We’ll take care of him this time.
So, when Felix comes, you’d better
agree to marry him. He’s got plenty
stowed away in Montreal—can give
you anything you want. If you won’t
be reasonable, you can take the con
sequences.'
“Dearest, I’ll not stay a day after
that plane arrives. I’ll take Louis
and camp somewhere in the bush.
Send for me! Oh, send for me! Let
me know, quick, that nothing’s hap
pened to you! With all my love,
“Lise.”
“You went to the post to find Mik
isis?” asked Finlay. He could feel
the drumbeat of his heart in his
throat
, “Ah-hah! Mikisis was gone. Some
t’ing strange was dere, on de wa
ter!”
“On the water?” The news he
dreaded hit Finlay like the chill of
ice. “What was it?”
“Beeg cano’ wid wing like gull!”
In his remorse Finlay crushed
Lise’s note in his hand. Blondell’s
plane had reached Waswanipi!
He found a scrap of paper and
wrote:
"Just got your note! I’ll wait at
the nearest island, tonight, tomor
row and every night following, for
your canoe. Courage! I love you!
"Garry.”
That night, before the twilight
died, Finlay and Red lay in the thick
alders of the shore of the island op
posite Isadore’s with binoculars fo
cused on the anchored sea-plane and
the post. Later, lights, like stars,
glowed in the trade-house and the
living quarters. The lights died.
Hour after hour the two men wait
ed. But Lise did not come.
“She’ll come tonight, Garry. Don't
worry.”
“Somehow we’ve got to learn why
that plane comes here from James
Bay before we go after Isadore.”
"We know she carries flake gold
and nuggets from the river bars
when she finally heads south. Isadore
admitted that to McNab, at Mata
gami.”
"Get shot for our pains and, be
sides, spoil the whole show? No, I’m
going to learn more about that plane
from the Bay first We can't arrest
Isadore without a gun fight.”
"Very good, Sergeant Finlay!
What are the orders?” laughed Red.
"You’ll get them, constable, when
that plane shows up.”
At daylight the faint hum of a
plane’s engine brought the police
from their hidden camp to the shore.
Far across the lake, above Isa
“They’ll make it hot for
us, now."
t 9
dore s, they saw a sea-plane spiral
ling for altitude.
The plane started for the outlet,
twenty miles to the west, and, later
appeared following the south shore.
“Tete-Blanche is back with the
news and they’re out for revenge,”
said Red. “They’ll make it hot for
us, now.”
The plane passed overhead follow
ing the lake shore and the con
cealed police could see a man lean
ing from the cockpit searching the
shore below with glasses. Shortly it
faded into the east.
“It’s the middle of August, Red.
That plane from the Bay is due.”
That night they waited on the
shore of the island for Lise’s ca
noe. Hour after hour drifted past
but through the murk came no wel
come sound of a paddle prying off
a gunwale.
Finlay slouched on a stone, head
in hands. What had happened to
her? She had said she wouldn’t stay
a day after the plane arrived. She
had begged him to send for her. She
had had two days to get the note.
What had happened to Lise?
He looked at the illuminated face
of his watch. It was one o’clock.
They had waited five hours. “She
won’t come tonight. Red,” he said,
rising. .
“No, she won’t—” Malone did not
finish.
“Hear something?”
“Didn’t you? It was pretty faint
—might have been a loon!"
The two men stood rigid—with
checked breaths.
They paddled hard for a minute,
then stopped to listen. Suddenly out
of the gloom, ahead, wavered the
cry: “Gar-ree! Gar-ree! Help!”
Eyes stabbing the gloom in search
of the crippled canoe, the two men
approached the sound.
“Where are you, Lise? Where’s
your boat?”
“Here I am,—here!” There was a
faint splash off the bow of the canoe
and Finlay’s straining eyes caught
the dim outlines of a head and bare
shoulder.
"Hold it, Red!" he cried. “She’s
here—swimming! Steady the boat
while I get her!”
“But your canoe? Why did you try
to swim it?”
“I had to swim! They hid the ca
noe! I—I couldn’t stay! I thought
I’d never make it!”
“Why did you do it? It was too—”
With a laugh she threw back her
head and kissed him. “That’s why!
Because I love you!” she whispered,
while Red paddled hard for the
camp.
"Oh, my dear! My dear!” mur
mured Garry, shielding her body
with his own from the night air.
'Tve worried so—been half mad!”
“It was too terrible, there! They're
drinking and worried! I had to
threaten to shoot Blondell.”
His arms tightened around her.
“Mind? I love it, beautiful!"
“You seem to!" she laughed up
at him. Then she called out to
Red whose thoughts were far away
at Matagami as he drove his long
paddle. “Not going to speak, Mr.
Malone?”
"It’s Red to you, Lise! If you
knew how glad I am to have you
here! We’ve been pretty worried! I
want to say they don’t come any
gamer than you!”
“Thanks, Red!”
Blaise stared open - mouthed as
Garry led a girl wearing his coat
over a one-piece bathing suit up to
the fire.
“Blaise, this is Lise. We picked
her out of the lake, swimming to
the island.”
"You swim—in de dark?” de
manded the astounded Brassard.
“By gar, you are brave girl! Tiens!
She swim from Isadore’s in dis black
night?”
Shortly the group of men smoking
by the fire burst into laughter. Stiff
in front of the tent with hand at
salute stood a mounted Policeman.
“So you’re Mounties? I’ve won
dered what you really were. Jules
Isadore has been wondering, too.
He’s pretty worried about it. Now
that I’ve fallen into the hands of the
police, what am I charged with?”
she laughed.
“You are charged with the felony
of scaring two policemen half to
death by swimming to this island,
young woman.”
“I had to.” For a space her face
was serious, then a smile broke
through as Finlay handed her a
steaming cup of tea.
The others left Lise and Garry by
the fire while she told him her story.
‘Since Felix Blondell came it’s
been hellish, Garry. They do noth
ing at night but drink and quarrel.
I’ve learned what I could from Co
rinne. She’s absolutely petrified.
When Tete-Blanche returned, Jules
was mad with rage at what hap
pened. It seems Kinebik is dead.
Did you know that?"
Garry’s arm tightened about her
waist. “Yes, I know it."
“Well, Tete-Blanche brought back
a lot of drunken young Indians to
hunt for you. Blondell is getting
scared. He wants to return south.”
“They’re anxious about that plane
from the Bay. It’s overdue. They
think, now, that that’s what you came
here for—to get that plane. Corinne
asked Blondell if that was the plane
that carried the gold south and he
looked at her queerly and said:
‘Yes, it carries the gold. That’s
what these people are here for, to
highjack it, but we’ve got enough
men here to shoot them out of their
canoes if they try that.’ Garry,
you’re not going to try to take Isa
dore—just you three, are you? He’s
got a lot of Indians over there and
he’s desperate.”
He drew her red-coated shape
close and kissed the velvet eyes that
searched his bronzed face. "Don’t
worry about that, Lise. You don’t
think I’m going to risk losing you
when I’ve only just got you here—
safe?”
CHAPTER XIX
The following night six canoes
drifted silently up to the hidden
police camp. It was Wabistan and
his friends. Finlay decided that it
was time to reveal his identity to
the old man. He drew him to one
side with Blaise.
“Tell Wabistan who we are.
Blaise, and why we are here.”
The eyes of the old chief glowed
like black tourmalines.
“Wabistan navare forget. He
come to help his fr’en’.”
“We must wait until the flying ca
noe comes from the North,” said
Finlay. “Then we’ll go to Isa
dore's."
"Yes, we wait,” agreed the old
man. “We wait.” He turned to Blaise
and spoke rapidly in Montagnais.
“Wabistan say he go to Matagami
for flour, shell and tobacco. He
come back in t’ree-four day. He
start now.”
On the morning of the fourth day
after Wabistan’s departure for Mat
agami, Finlay and Red were watch
ing the post Jhrough binoculars from
the shore of one of the islands.
“He’s got a regiment of Indians
over there, Red,” said Garry.
“It looks as if we’d bitten off a
large chunk of trouble.”
“We sure have, Red.”
“But we’re going in just the same
and grab that ship.”
“We are, Red.”
That night, on returning from the
lake with water, Blaise called to
Finlay where he sat with Lise by
the fire. “Come to de shore! I show
you somet’ing.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Suits of Every Imaginable
Type Set the Fashion Pace
___
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
NOW that the challenge
of ‘‘our country at
war” has been brought
home to designers, manu
facturers, merchandisers and the
American woman, there's a heap of
constructive thinking and planning
going on about the matter of creat
ing apparel that will serve well dur
ing the stress of the times.
To this end two lines of thought
are in progress. The one recognizes
that whether their service be volun
teer or paid, thousands of women
will be engaged in activities that
will require dress tuned to the par
ticular type of defense work as
signed them. This means that func
tional, utilitarian clothes are abso
lutely imperative. On the other
hand, it is no less important that
women maintain a high morale.
To this problem all who are carry
ing on in the fashion field agree that
the suit, or the jacket dress that
looks like a suit, is the perfect an
swer. There is no doubt that a tre
mendous suit season is at hand for
spring and the coming summer. As
an antidote for low spirits, style cre
ators believe in color. Suits may be
ever so simply styled, but they’ll be
colorful!
The very fact that suits are be
ing so simply styled is resulting in
an increasing enthusiasm among
women to ‘‘make their own.” Wheth
er your taste runs to spun rayons,
gabardines, jersey or tweedish cot
tons that look like wool, many of
the most desirable materials are so
inexpensively priced that they act as
another incentive to do your own
sewing. If you take advantage of
the magic of modern sewing ma
chine attachments, you’ll find you
can actually be a fashion standout
in the costume you make. Now
adays experienced seamstresses as
well as beginners are surprised to
find how easy ruffling, pleating, shir
ring and other distinctly “couturier"
finishes are if you use modern ma
chine attachments.
The three suits pictured in the il
lustration above are of the simple
type the average woman can make
at home. For your first spring
costume, why not break into a gay
colored print? A neat printed rayon
weave is used for the jacket-dress
ensemble shown to the left in the
group illustrated above. In this in
stance, a rib-hugging long three-but
ton jacket tops a simple short
sleeved frock. Patterns for simple
suits are available at all well
equipped pattern departments.
The suit dress centered in the
picture above is easy to make.
Choose a bright rayon plaid for the
dress. The skirt is cut on the bias.
The jacket of monotone spun rayon
picks up the leading color in the
plaid. Shoulder insets of the plaid
unify the jacket and dress.
Spring elegance and tailored sim
plicity are combined in the sleek
figure-flattering gabardine suit to
the right in the above illustration.
All roads lead to gabardine this
spring. It i^used for suits, for slacks
costumes and for uniforms as well.
The new gabardines come in all the
smartest colors.
The importance of common-sense
shoes built for comfort is particular
ly stressed this season. Highlighted
for walking (we will be doing con
siderably more of it this year) are
shoes of the type pictured in the
inset above. This swank and sturdy
low-heeled pump has an elasticised
front trimmed in bright nailheads.
Low-heeled types often come in gid
dy colors such as red or Kelly green.
Navy is also shown.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Rustic Style
If you are on the committee to
entertain soldiers on furlough, you
will very likely be tripping the light
fantastic. The newest party frocks
have a simple and rustic manner,
perfect for “barn-dances” and other
informal settings. The dress pic
tured above uses a quaint cotton
print with a bright yellow back
ground for the full peasant skirt,
which is caught up at the front hem
line with a red bow to reveal a red
taffeta petticoat. The bodice is of
colorful jersey. And a necklace and
hair ornament add color.
Spring Hats to Be
Casual and Pretty
Women will be wearing casual
hats with their functional tweeds
and gabardines. Big. soft, noncha
lant brims are featured. Color is
emphasized. And there are dashing
quill trims.
However, there is no indication in
the new showings that women are
going to get down to regulation
types. On the contrary, there is a
demand for pretty, feminine, flatter
ing hats made lovely to the eye with
charming flower trims. Cunning
little sailors, worn straight on the
head, will be garnished with flow
ers, as will the new calots and the
smartly veiled pillbox types.
A vogue for profuse use of violets
is predicted. Little violet sailors
will be worn with matching corsages
of violets. Wide brims will be faced
with violet petals, and even brace
lets will be made of violets to
match hat and corsage.
Designers Use Patriotic
Red, White and Blue
A noted designer is turning out
slim dinner dresses in navy with
red and white panels at the front.
From another style creator come
daytime dresses in white with an
applique of red and blue disks. A
smart evening dress with a long,
narrow skirt of navy has a long
torso blouse top done in horizontal
bands of red, white and blue.
Knitting Bag
A cleverly designed knitting bag
is on the market. It can be worn
with long strap over the shoulder.
It ties about the waist if so de
sired, and for greater convenience
it can be unfolded into an apron
that has three roomy pockets.
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The Real Pathfinder
O ECENTLY the students of Da
kota Wesleyan university at
Mitchell, S. D., gathered in the
chapel of that institution to pay hon
or to the man, who more than any
other American, deserves the title
of “The Pathfinder.” He was Jede
diah Strong Smith, trapper, fur-trad
er and explorer and the occasion
was the second annual Jedediah
Smith memorial chapel service at
which was unveiled a mural, de
picting Smith trading with the In
dians on the banks of the Missouri.
The mural was painted by Dean
Nauman, art instructor at Dakota
Wesleyan, and was presented by the
class of 1941 to a society known as
the Friends of the Middle Border
which has its headquarters at the
college. The first Jedediah Smith
memorial service, held in 1940, was
signalized by the presentation of the
portrait which is reproduced with
this article. It was presented by the
Chicago alumni club of Dakota Wes
leyan and was unveiled by Dean
Matthew D. Smith of the university,
the explorer’s great-grand-nephew.
Smith, whose claim to the title of
“The Pathfinder” rests upon the fact
that he was the discoverer of three
routes to the Pacific coast, the first
American to enter California by the
overland route, the first white man
to conquer the High Sierras and the
first to explore the Pacific coast
from San Diego to Vancouver, was
born in 1799 at Jericho in the Sus
quehanna valley of New York state
when that region was still frontier
country. His childhood training fixed
in him strong religious beliefs which
continued to the end of his life.
Among the rough trappers and fur
traders with whom he later associ
ated he was noted not only as a
man of courage and great physical
JEDEDIAH STRONG SMITH
(From a painting by Ruth Sent Fram
berc. based upon the only known sketch
of the explorer. This portrait now hangs
In the Friends of the Middle Border
museum In Mitchell, S. D.)
prowess but also as a devout man
who carried a Bible and hymnbook
with him wherever he went.
Going west to seek his fortune, he
arrived in St. Louis in time to
Join the famous expedition up the
Missouri, led by Gen. William H.
Ashley, which included in its per
sonnel so many future notables of the
fur trade.
In 1826 Ashley sold out his Rocky
Mountain Fur company, which had
flourished for five years, to Smith,
William L. Sublette and David E.
Jackson (for whom Jackson’s Hole
in Wyoming is named). Then began
Jed Smith’s Odyssey which was to
take him down through the South
west to California, up the Pacific
coast, back across the Rocky moun
tains and into parts of the Great
West which had never before been
explored by white men. Through
all these wanderings Smith endured
hardships and had narrow escapes
from death which would have made
the average Wild West dime novel
seem tame until death at the hands
of the Comanche Indians along the
Santa Fe Trail ended his adventur
ous career in 1831.
"Though we search all the annals
of the West, we shall find no greater
figure than Jedediah Smith,” writes
Emerson Hough in "The Way to the
West.” “He is worthy of a place
by the side of that other Smith, the
John Smith who explored Virginia,
near the starting place of the Ameri
can star of empire. What pity that
Washington Irving did not find Jede
diah Smith rather than the inconse
quential Bonneville, and so immor
talize the right man with his beauti
fying pen!”
Stanley Vestal, historian of the Old
West, declares that "as a pathfinder,
he surpassed even Lewis and Clark”
and other writers have pointed out
how much more deserving is this
"Knight in Buckskin” of the title of
"The Pathfinder” than the vain,
pompous John C. Fremont.
It is singularly appropriate that
Smith should be the “patron saint”
of the Friends of the Middle Border,
which seeks to preserve the rich
cultural heritage of the "Middle Bor
der” and to instill in the hearts of
the descendants of its pioneers a
desise to appreciate the heritage and
to use it in new creative efforts in
connection with the educational pro
gram of Dakota Wesleyan. It has
the backing of a long list of dis
tinguished Americans who are aid
ing in making the college a de
pository for all kinds of material
relating to the culture of the region
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