SYNOPSIS
THE STORY SO FAR: Running away
from marriage to Ned Paxton, rich but
a gay blade, Janice Trent becomes secre
tary in an Alaska wilderness camp over
the protest of Bruce Harcourt, a long
time friend. Bruce is chief engineer,
succeeding Joe Hale, deposed for negli
gence. Millicent Hale, his wife, Is also
attracted to Bruce. Janice tells Ned
Paxton she Is married to Harcourt. The
latter overhears her and insists on an
immediate marriage. The newlyweds are
interrupted at home that night by Mrs.
Hale who says her husband has been
shot dead. She exclaims: “If you had
only waited Bruce.” Bruce spends the
night investigating the murder. When
Jimmie Chester, Millicent's brother, runs
off in a plane Bruce brings him back.
In the meantime, Ned Paxton invites
the women to his yacht. Janice and
he, and two natives, leave in a launch
to view a volcano closer. Suddenly it
erupts. The boat is stranded on a lonely
beach. The two natives run off with the
launch. Paxton and Janice spend a fear
ful night. Their fire keeps the wolves
away.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XVII
Paxton reassured Janice:
“It is safer than staying here with
the fire dying. With those great gaps
in the base boards, the shack in
stead of being a safety zone might
prove a trap. As we came up the
hill I saw a big log by the side of
the brook. It will last till dawn
if 1 can get it here. It’s not far.
There are no eyes glaring from that
direction. Keep between the shack
and the fire."
“I’m going with you.’’
“Janice. If you want to help, do
as I say.” His eyes burned like twin
blue lights in his soot-streaked face.
This night must have been a gruel
ing, muscle-racking experience for
a man who had for years lived soft
ly. She capitulated with sympathet
ic understanding.
“I will do whatever you say, Ned.
I’ll keep the home fires burning."
"That's the stuff. See those two
humps on the trees that look like
misshapen heads hoisted on pe
tards? The log is under those. I
noticed it when we came up the
brook. Hang on to the revolver but
don’t waste a shot. Watch out. If
you see points of light between me
and the fire, yell like a maniac but
don’t shoot”
“Ned, before you go I want to
take back what I said about your
never having earned anything. To
night you have earned my unwaver
ing respect and friendship.”
“Friendship! Think I’ll be satis
fied with that?”
Slow seconds dragged into inter
minable minutes as she waited,
watched, listened. The rain had
stopped.
A warning howl rose from beyond
the fire. Heart in her mouth she
sensed swift stealthy movement,
green eyes shifting. The beasts had
discovered Ned. Suppose she yelled.
What help would that be to him?
Fire, only fire would keep them
back. Wood! Wood was what she
needed. Could she pull a board from
the shack? No. She might bring
the whole wobbly thing down and
be buried in the ruins. The door!
She seized it. Within her welled a
terrific physical impulse. She
wrenched the bullet-riddled thing
from the one rusty hinge. Dragging,
lifting, jerking, she dropped it on
the coals. It flamed brightly.
Thank God for that. Instinctively
she looked up. Were her eyes de
ceiving her or were those stars?
Stars, like a million lighted win
dows. They gave a sense of home
glowing through the darkness, sent
her courage soaring like a captive
balloon let loose. All her life light
ed windows had fascinated her.
A touch on her shoulder. She
started to her feet. A sob of relief
tore up as she looked into Ned Pax- ■
ton’s grimy, weary face.
“How did you get back?”
“After you threw the door on the
fire we didn’t need that log. Crawled
back. There is a pink light in the
east. The wind has changed. It’s
blowing the smoke away. They will
find us soon. Meanwhile—” he
cleared the huskiness from his voice
to suggest practically, “let’s sit on
the log. You may feast on that
broken cracker. I’ll smoke the last
cigarette.”
bne smiiea ai mm iremuiuusiy.
“Ned. I like you better than ever
before. You seem so—so different.”
His mouth was grim. “Different!
I have been different since you told
me that I bought everything I want
ed. Don’t care for that word ‘like.’
I want your love, Jan.”
She laid her hand on his. Could
she make him understand?
"I love Bruce Harcourt.”
The undisciplined spirit of the man
to whom she had been engaged
flamed in his voice. “He can’t have
you. Think what 1 can give you.
Jewels, travel, sables, homes any
where you want them."
"A home means more than a
house, Ned. Somehow I’ve learned
that in these last weeks. I feel
terribly old and wise tonight. A
home is built by mistakes and strug
gles as well as by love. It means
mutual sacrifices, mutual responsi
bilities, spiritual companionship.
You can’t buy a home.” She felt
the hand under hers clench. "I
didn’t mean that you were trying to
buy my love now, really I didn’t.
You will believe me, won’t you?”
He looked down at the scorched,
bruised fingers. His haggard eyes
met hers. “I believe you. Jan
darling, I can’t let you gol”
Pasca clutched his arm. Pointed.
Bruce Harcourt looked down at
Chester lying on the cot in the cabin
which had been built for Janice.
Stephen Mallory bending over the
unconscious man was real, so was
the smell of antiseptics in the air.
The coast missionary gave a final
touch to the bandaged arm and
straightened.
“He’ll be stiff for days, but noth
ing more serious unless inflamma
tion sets in. Better get to bed, Har
court, you look all in.”
"All in! You don’t know the half.
I’ve had hair-raising adventures and
escapes since I came into this north
country but nothing equal to the hell
of these last hours. Came down
twice on the shore. Had to risk it,
though I knew if my self-starter
went on the blink I was done for.
Radio wouldn’t work. Compass use
less. Chester half Head, I thought.
Good Lord! Why am I living over
that? It’s behind me. If you are
sure Jimmy is all right. I’ll turn
in.”
“I’ll stay with him.”
Harcourt’s tired eyes narrowed as
he stepped out upon the board walk.
Lights, voices in the dormitories at
this time of night! What happened?
Moonlight dappled the sparkling wa
ter with silver. What did he miss?
Paxton’s yacht! Gone! Janice!
He flung open the door of the H
house. In the fanback chair, shoes
on the rug beside her stockinged
feet, sat Martha Samp. Her face
was deeply lined, her eyes seemed
to have been pushed back into her
head with a sooty finger.
“Where's Janice? Where’s Grant?
What’s happened?”
She patted the hand on her sleeve.
“Sakes alive, Mr. Bruce, don’t get
scared yet.”
“Scared! What do you mean?
Where's Janice? Has she gone with
—with—are you here to tell me?”
Bruce dropped his head on an arm
outflung on the mantel. Martha
Samp explained quickly:
“She’s gone with Paxton, if that’s
what you mean, but not the way you
think."
“Where is Janice? Where the dev
il is Grant?”
“He’s gone in the launch huntin’
for Kadyama. That sneaky Indi
an is out in his kayak an’ Mr. Tubby
is sure he knows somethin' about
the shootln’. Paxton took M’s. Hale,
Mary and Janice out for a sail. They
were goin' to get as near that belch
in’ volcano as they safely could. It
was a beautiful day when they start
ed. Along about four a storm came
up, sudden. There was a great rum
blin’ an’ then a wave which seemed
mountains high swept up. Almost
reached this plateau.”
“Go on! Go on!”
“Even then we didn’t get anxious
about the boat, 'tis such a big one.
About two hours ago the radio sta
tion picked up a message from the
Captain.”
The color went out of her face.
Her fingers picked nervously at
his sleeve.
“Well? Well?" \
“He said that the yacht was all
right an’ M's. Hale an’ Mary, but
that he was cruisin’ round to pick
up the launch.”
“The launch! The Modern Mari
ner’s launch! Who was in it?”
“Janice and Paxton and two na
tive pilots."
“That message came two hours
ago! Pascal”
The Eskimo swung open the kitch
en door in answer to his shout. His
beady eyes bulged in their slanted
slits. His bronzed face was curi
ously colorless. "Fuel the Sikorsky.
Quick! Be ready to take-off.”
“Yes sirree, I hustle.”
Martha wiped away two big tears.
Sniffed. “Sakes alive, I didn’t know
I could feel so sentimental. Got
all worked up ’cause Mary didn’t
come back. Now I know she’s safe
I’m kinder crackin’-up. I’ve got
hot chocolate on the stove at the
Waffle Shop. You can’t fly right
if you don’t take care of yourself.
You stop there an’ have a cup. I’ll
fill a thermos bottle and pack a
basket with food. When you find
Janice, she’ll be hungry as a bear,
prob’ly. Now don’t you worry. Re
member there’s a gate in every
wall.”
A gate in every wall. Harcourt
repeated the phrase over and over
as the amphibian climbed. It kept
at bay thoughts which almost drove
him mad. The overturned launch!
Janice hurt. Janice suffering. Jan
ice on some lonely shore with Pax
ton.
“You fly up play tag with stars,
yes sirree.” Pasca’s guttural voice
came through the ear-phone in
warning. "Gettin* day quick. Look
—see. We fin’ dem now.”
“Watch the shore for signs of a
fire, Pasca.”
Below, the white yacht steamed
slowly, like a fabled bird floating
on the breast of the water. Still
searching. From a volcano-top in
the east a column of smoke rose
languourously, as though the force
within the mountain was too ex
hausted from its orgy to do more
than send out a puff of hot breath.
“Look! See!”
Harcourt leaned over the side to
follow Pasca’s shaking Anger. List
ed at a precarious angle, a launch
was piled up on a beach under a
cliff. He sent the Sikorsky wing
slipping down for a closer view.
The launch from the Modern Mari
ner! Each foam-tipped wave set the
contents awash. Life preservers
floated out with the receding tide.
Harcourt strained his eyes till they
seemed starting from their sockets,
flew low over it. Not a sign of
life. No smoke rising from the
woods near. That wrecked boat
didn’t mean necessarily that Jan
had been in it when it struck. Pax
•ton might have thought it wise to
go ashore before. Paxton!
“She’s safe! I know she’s safe!”
Harcourt told himself savagely and
climbed into the air. On toward the
mountain. Pasca, who had been
leaning over, looking down, clutched
his arm. Pointed. Above a clear
ing on the shore hung a blue haze.
Wood smoke! No mistaking that. He
leaned over. Shouted directions to
the Eskimo. Could he land on that
shore? He must. The great winged
creature obeyed his lightest touch,
came down and settled on the wa
ter with the ease of a mammoth
swan. On the edge of the shore
Harcourt touched the control which
released the landing wheels. It tax
ied smoothly up the sloping beach.
He flung helmet and goggles to
the seat before he climbed out. Re
volver in hand, he gave a few curt
directions to Pasca.
“I do w’at you say. Your face
white as crater-top. You fin’ ’em
pretty quick now. All fine an’ dan
dy. Yes sirree.”
Harcourt nodded. His throat
ached unbearably. If Janice were
under that smoke haze she would
have heard the plane. She would
have rushed to the shore long be
fore this. Perhaps she was hurt.
Horror clutched at his throat, he
stumbled into a clearing. Stopped.
Caught at a scorched spruce to
steady himself Were those real
persons on the threshold of that
blackened shack? Their clothes were
scorched brown, their faces
smooched as stokers’. The girl's
head rested against one side of the
door frame which leaned like the
Tower of Pisa. The man was hud
dled against the other. Were they
—Before his parched tongue could
formulate the word, he had his hand
on her shoulder.
"Janice! Janice!
Paxton lifted heavy lids. Closed
theip. Mumbled sleepily: “Damn
you, Saki. Why you wake me?"
He tumbled over flat as the girl
sprang to her feet. She held out
her hands. Sobbed.
“Bruce! I knew you’d And us.”
He caught her close in one arm.
His hand tightened on his revolver.
"Look up at me, Jan.”
She leaned her head back against
his shoulder. The grime about her
mouth was dented with dimples,
laughter shone through tears In her
sleep-clouded eyes.
“Look at you! You don’t have to
growl that command. I never was
so glad to look at anyone in all my
life.”
“Thank God!"
His heart swelled in a passion of
gratitude. She was living, safe un
harmed. He slipped the revolver
into its holster. The arm which held
her tightened. She pressed her face
against his breast before she confld
ed with unsteady gaiety:
“I hate to seer grossly material
at this climactic moment, but you
don’t happen to have a broiled live
lobster or sea-food Newburg up your
sleeve, do you?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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He Taught Us to Honor the
‘Star Spangled Banner’
YOU are a good American, so you
arise when the band or orchestra
plays “The Star Spangled Banner"
and you stand with head uncovered
when the American flag passes by.
You do that as a mark of respect
for our national anthem and our
national emblem.
Perhaps you didn’t know it, but
one man is largely responsible for
both patriotic customs. You may
never have heard of him but he
was an officer in the United States
army and his name was Caleb H.
Carlton. Moreover, to him belongs
a certain amount of credit for the
fact that “The Star Spangled Ban
ner” IS our national anthem.
The story of Caleb Carlton and
his part in establishing these cus
toms came to light recently when
his daughter, Mrs. Mabel Carlton
Homer of Philadelphia, presented
to the Friends of the Middle Border
society at Dakota Wesleyan univer
sity at Mitchell, S. D., a letter writ
ten by her father back in 1914. In
that year the citizens of Baltimore
were planning to observe the cen
tennial of the event, the successful
defense of Fort McHenry, which in
spired Francis Scott Key to write
his immortal song.
Unable to attend the celebration,
General Carlton sent his regrets in a
letter which said:
I especially regret this as I was prob
ably the first officer of the United States
army to order this air played at all band
practices and to require all persons pres
ent to rise and pay it proper respect.
I was promoted to the colonelcy of the
Eighth United States cavalry in 1892 and
assumed command of that regiment at
Fort Meade, S. D., when my wife sug
gested that I try to establish a special
national air, such as all other nations
had. We selected “The Star Spangled
Banner” as it was written under very
unusual circumstances.
Our printed programs for parades,
band concerts, etc., stated that “The Star
Spangled Banner" would be the last air
BRIG. GEN. C. H. CARLTON
played. A note at the bottom of the
programs required all persons within
hearing to rise and all men not under
arms to remove their hats. During all
practice marches, as well as in garrison,
this custom was followed and the same
behavior required of all civilians within
the lines.
The New York Times referred to the
fact that the colonel of the Eighth caval
ry was trying to establish a national
anthem. This attracted the attention of
Colonel Cook, in command of the recruit
ing depot at David’s Island, who wrote
me that he was having recruits taught
to sing our national airs. I suggested j
that he concentrate his Instruction on
“The Star Spangled Banner."
When Governor Sheldon of South
Dakota visited Fort Meade our custom
was explained to him. Later I attended
a reception given by Governor Hastings
of Pennsylvania at the governor's man
sion in Harrisburg and he promised me
that he would try to have the custom
established among the state militia.
Not long afterward I had an Interview i
on the subject with the secretary of
war. Daniel E Lamont, and my Impres
sion is that it was but a few months
later that he i3«ued an order requiring
"The Star Spangled Banner” to be
played at every army post every eve
ning at retreat. In addition to this I
tried to enforce respect for our national
flag by having every one rise and re
move their hats when the Colors passed
them.
Several years later the adjutant |
general of the army issued an order
that “the musical composition famil- 1
iarly known as ’The Star Spangled
Banner’ be designated as the na
tional air of the United States of
America, but that these regulations
are binding only upon the person
nel of the military and naval serv
ices.” In 1916 President Wilson is
sued a similar order, but it was not
until March, 1931, that congress
passed a bill, which was signed by
President Hoover, officially desig
nating “The Star Spangled Banner”
as “our national anthem." The man
most responsible for this law was
the late Capt. Walker I. Joyce, then
a national officer of the V. F. W.
Thus the seed which had been
planted by Caleb Carlton at a fron
tier army post in South Dakota just
50 years ago bore fruit in the na
tional capital and gave to America
her official hymn.
Carlton was born in Ohio in 1836
and was graduated from West Point
in the class of 1859. His first serv
ice was on the Pacific coast from
which he returned in time to take
part in the fighting that followed the
First Battle of Bull Run. There
after he was actively engaged
throughout the war,- except for six
months in Libby prison, after being
captured at the Battle of Chicka
mauga. For bis gallantry in battle
he received two brevets but at the
close of the war reverted to his rank
as a captain of Infantry in the regu
lar army.
Summer ‘Date’ Dresses Made of
Eyelet Batiste, Waffle Pique
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THE stage of fashion is all set
for a program that will drama
tize beguiling “sweet simplicity” in
party and other "date” dresses
fashioned of very lovely fine lingerie
cottons.
In the new summer collections
you will see the endearing charm of
sheer organdy revived in all its
former glory, the soft grace of sup
ple cotton voiles, the quaintness of
flower-sprigged dimity, the pretti
ness of cotton laces. You will see
dotted nets and swisses and the
puritan simplicity of immaculate
waffle pique.
Wise choices are being made now
by young party-goers and by brides
to-be and their attendants. They are
selecting dresses which will double
as evening gowns. To them the dress
to the right in the above picture
will make an instantaneous appeal.
It is of white waffle pique (an out
standing fabric this summer)
trimmed with Irish crochet. The
youthful formality of this gown is a
delight to the eye with its floor
length skirt and its demurely but
toned bodice with the very new low
neckline. The crochet lace trim on
the girlish pique sash is very effec
tive. Note, too, the cotton thread
crocheted gloves. That dress,
gloves, sash and all can be tubbed
to perfection is certainly a persua
sive argument in favor of this win
some costume.
The revival of exquisitely fine em
broidered batiste is a matter of
rejoicing. Important days and
events deserve a “best” dress, and
here you see it shown to the left in
the above group. The eyelet em
broidered batiste of which it 1b fash
ioned is the sort you’ll treasure the
whole summer through. This frock
is cut along lines that give a long
torso effect. It has a flattering
square neck and dainty wee ruffles.
Special emphasis is given to the
return of lovely batiste frocks.
Women of discriminating taste are
turning to them this season for wear
to choicest events. They are em
broidered and fascinatingly lace
trimmed and are sometimes so ex
quisitely hand wrought they should
be handed down as heirlooms.
When it comes to sheer, fragile
looking prints, there is an endless
array this season. These often car
ry border effects and, when made
up, have an air of exclusiveness
about them like that of the quaint
party dress centered in the above
illustration. If you have a way with
the needle, here’s a dramatic gown
for you to whip up in short order
in a stunning printed cotton. Its
flounced skirt is in keeping with a
new trend this season and the very
popular square neckline adds charm
to the snugly fitted bodice.
A story of many chapters could
be written about the interesting
things designers are doing with waf
fle pique. To give a touch of vivid
color the bodice of a white pique
dance frock may be trimmed with
bandings eyeleted in bright red.
Then, too, very striking daytime
dresses place appliques of gorgeous
cutout florals on pique in wide bor
der fashion around the full hemline,
with corresponding touches on the
sleeves. Unique and interesting
piques for summer school ward
robes combine gingham with pique
in cut out flower motifs of the ging
ham applied to the pique.
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For Cycling
This cycling costume conforms
with priority rulings. Blue denim
goes into the pinafore-topped cu
lottes. The divided skirt features
the new above - the - knee length.
Handy hip pockets with brown disk
buttons of wood are smart details.
The blouse of printed calico looks
as if it might have been fashioned
from Aunt Jemima’s red bandana
handkerchiefs. Red shoes, blue
socks, a natural straw hat and a
postman handbag complete this cos
tuma.
Show Novel Styles
For At-Home Wear
Leading stores are giving much
attention to apparel for at-home en
tertaining. This is being done in
recognition of the fact that there
will be considerably fewer long
distance motor trips being taken
this season due to gas restrictions
and tire conditions. There will be
more garden parties and barbecue
parties which will take on delightful
informality. Contrasted with them
will be the more important dinner
in-the-garden affairs.
For the latter, lovely hostess
gowns are being shown styled of
rayon satins, gorgeous prints and
many beautiful sheers in pastel
tones. For the more informal par
ties, novel and amusing dresses
are to be found, some charming
with a rustic beauty, others of ut
terly utilitarian gingham or calico
or gaily flowered chintz. Among the
most popular of these dresses are
apron dresses, slacks outfits and
simple shirtwaist types, with empha
sis on giddily colored dirndls for the
younger set.
Flowers Drip Gaily From
The Sides of Your Head
If you have been keeping up with
new trends in flower trims and hats,
you will have discovered that de
signers are handling them in new
and unique ways. The graceful
pendant flower trims are charming
and ever so flattering. The flattery
about them lies in the way the flow
ers are placed so as to trail dowp<
at one side. In some instances they
fall pendant over each ear. Usually
this method calls for graceful long
stems. Sometimes the hat is a
mere bandeau with flowers attached.
The fashion is also carried to
big brims. In that case the flowers
trail from underneath the brim in
artistic positioning.
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FARMS FOR SALE
10 SELECTED FARMS
For Immediate sale. Write today for full
details, prices and special terms.
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BOXES AND BASKETS
BERRY BOXES
fruit and vegetable packages.
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CHICKENS
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hatches dally. Write. Free catalog.
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students In Nebraska and Iowa for summer
work In your vicinity; $40 weekly profits
based on production. Write Falter Brash
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