By ARTHUR STRINGER .
CHAPTER T
Canady’s pipe fefl tell*beards
"Stick 'em up." was the curt aod
altogether tmexpected command
“Quick!"
Cassidy. instead at obeying,
reached for bis fallen pipe and fell
back a step or two. He noticed, for
the first time, bow toe lower part
at toe stranger’s face was covered
by a handkerchief.
"What is this, anyway?" be de
manded. doing bis best to decipher
toe face above the masking hand
kerchief. Hot a second band of white
that showed under toe stranger’s
lowered bat brim kept him from
seeing much of the face.
“Don't talk," said the stranger.
‘Turn around. Now walk ahead of
me into that shed.”
Cassidy’s hesitation was brief It
seemed foolish to argue against that
little round 'XT' of black metal
which at the twitch of a finger cook!
spit death into his body.
"Stop there.” was the next com
maad. “Now put your hands be
hind you.”
He could feel the sudden bite of
copper wire being twisted about his
crossed wrists.
"Stand closer to that upright.'*
He saw toe blink of a flashlight as
the stranger caught up a strand of
mooring line. Before be quite real
ized toe meaning of that movement
Cassidy felt the rope swing about
his body. He could feel the coils
grow tighter as the rope ends were
quickly knotted together.
Cassidy's first impulse was to
shout aloud to all the world, tc
about with the full strength of his
bound and abused body. But he re
membered toe black-metalled auto
matic. and shut his teeth on that
passing temptation.
He stood silent, watching the
stranger, who burned toward the
hangar. Be could see the flashlight
dicker interrogatively about the dis
mantled Grumman and then go out
He could see toe shadowy figure
drift down to the dock edge and
climb aboard the Postcraft that
floated there, fueled and ready for
its sunup take-off to Winnipeg and
the East. Cassidy twisted about a
little, under the rope coils that con
stricted his body, chilled by the
thought that a plane was being sto
len from right under the Compa
ny’s oose. He even waited for the
expected engine-spit and flash of
awakened propeller blades.
But the Postcraft remained mo
tionles* The watching man con
cluded. from the brief waver of light
about its interior, that the intruder
was searching its cabin. The next
moment, from the sounds that came
to his straining ears, he suspected
that the stranger was tearing out
the ignition wires. He could hear
the splash of something in the har
bor water, as though a piece of
metal had been thrown overboard.
That violence to machinery so art
fully tooled and so beautifully fitted
together for service prompted the
indignant captive to writhe and
strain against the rope ends encir
cling him But bis struggles, he
soon saw. were useless. His atten
tion went to the shadowy figure that
dropped down from the Postcraft
and crossed to the Lockheed that
glinted insubstantial and ghost
like in the starlight softened by the
distant Aurora.
The darkn^s. he saw, was thin
ning a little. The stranger no long
er needed the flashlight as be threw
off the mooring lines and clambered
aboard. It wasn't until Cassidy
beard the ba'k and sputter of the
starting engine that he gave vent to
a repeated sbout of protest.
But that shout was lost in the
mounting roar of the motor as the
blades bit into the air and the sil
ver-white Lockheed moved away.
Cassidy could see it as it taxied
down the shadowy water of the
Snye.
He could see it veer and face the
wind and finally rise in the air.
He could see it as It floated up,
phantom-like, above the serrated
black line of the spruce ridges and
then swing about so as to head more
directly into the North.
The gray light of morning was
breaking over Alberta by the time
Cassidy bad worked himself free
and stumbled up to the administra
tion building telephone. His call
brought a ruffled and half-dressed
Cruger to the airport, on the run.
Cassidy's pipe fell t* the boards as that shadow confronted him.
“Now tell me what happened." he
panted, “and tell it intelligently this
time-”
Cassidy did the best be could.
That brief and indignant recounts!,
however, left much to be desired.
But Cruger was thinking of other
tilings. He was thinking of his lost
Lockheed and the setback it meant
for Norland Airways.
“It doesn't make sense,” be cried.
“Faith, and be was sensible, all
right" persisted Cassidy. “A heap
mere sensible-lookin' than them two
swan-hunters young Lindy Slade
Sew out o' here yesterday momin'.”
Cruger, instead of answering,
climbed aboard the Postcraft. His
face, when he returned from his in
vestigations there, remained per
plexed.
“He knew his onions, all right
That high-jacker fixed this ship so
it couldn’t follow him.” Cruger's eye
scanned the brightening skyline.
“You say he flew north?” he ques
tioned. “You're sure of that?”
“I am.” averred Cassidy.
“Then it’s time to get busy,” cried
Cruger, “or this outfit goes broke.”
“Then whal'd we best be doin’?”
asked Cassidy.
Cruger’s accruing sense of frus
tration flowered in a shout made
sharp with exasperation.
“If we don’t get that Lockheed
back, you’d best cut your cowardly
throat!”
Slade, flying north with his two
self - immured passengers, found
something consoling in the quietness
which his engine hum merely
seemed to accentuate. It was pret
ty lonely-looking country they were
traversing. Yet there was. he felt,
consolation in loneliness like that.
It gave you time to think things out
and explore your own mind. And
it made you less dependent on out
siders.
After refueling at Frenchman
Forks the Viking-eyed pilot saw a
torn drift of clouds lower bis ceiling
and a freshing wind sweep down
out of the northeast If bis passen
gers understood that lowered ceiling
they ventured no comment on it
Slade was lightly casual as he
gunned the motor and taxied out to
clear water. His eyes steadied as
he nosed into the wind, slapped a
run of wave tops with his floats, and
rose above the stunted spruce
ridges.
Yet one segment or ms circling
attention still went to his passen
gers. He noticed that Frayne had
unrolled a chart, over which Kar
nell and the birdman bent, from
time to time, as they quietly talked
together. They seemed to be hav
ing difficulty in linking up their
chart lines with the terrain beneath
them.
It was dreary country. Slade ad
mitted. and the low-sweeping clouds
made it look drearier. But it had
its grandeur. Even Lynn Morlock,
he remembered, had caught the
spirit of its immensity. "These Bar
rens.” she had said on one of his
happier flights from Coronation,
"can be so empty and ugly they’re
able to turn into something beauti
ful.”
He was still thinking of Lynn as
he battled his head wind, steadily
growing stronger He noticed, for
the second time, the powerful Ger
man binoculars with which Frayne
was studying a chain of lakes that
grew wider as they droned over
them. Then he awakened to the fact
that Frayne was calling out to him.
“Your plane is not modern,” his
passenger was complaining.
Slade nettled a little at that
charge.
"She still hangs together," he re
torted. To confirm that claim he
opened the throttle and zoomed defi
antly up over a mountain of shred
ded gray wool. He took it like a
hunter taking a hurtlle.
“Why,” asked Frayne, "do you
fly without two-way radio?”
Slade laughed.
"I’m a bush pilot,” be proclaimed.
“And two-way radio weighs exactly
sixty-flve pounds. That’d chip Just
about sixty-flve dollars off my pay
load.”
“I also observe.” said Frayne,
“that you are without a direction
finder. Is that not like refusing to
accept what science has placed in
your hands?”
Slade's glance flickered down to
his meager instrument board.
"She’s an archaic old tub," he
agreed, “but I get through, as a
rule."
He declined to announce that he’d
flown that country for nearly seven
years without a major crash. He
bad, of course, known his minor
mishaps. He'd smashed tail-skids
and punctured pontoons and buckled
ski-struts and straightened them
out again. He’d turned more than
one somersault bucking a snowdrift;
he’d capped his engine and made
repairs at forty below, and knocked
the ice from his ailerons with a
fishing pole as he went. He'd pan
caked down through cotton-wool fog
on ooze and muskeg-soup only three
feet deep, and he'd pushed the old
kite through snow clouds seven thou
sand feet up, with the haze red on
one side and green on the other as
his wing-lights plowed through the
blanketing mist.
His ship was something to look
at, in those days, in her fresh coat
of pale gray that took on the appear
ance of white in the arctic sunlight,
so white that from Cooking Lake
to Coronation she had been known
as the Snow-Ball Baby. She was a
bit old and battered now. But she’d
never failed him.
“In the face of such hazards,”
Frayne was saying, "you are well
paid, I take it, by your company?”
“I’m part of the company,” said
Slade. “But it doesn't bring me in
anything to brag about”
“In that case," suggested his pas
senger, “you must have hopes for
better things.”
“What better things?” Siade in
quired.
“There is, of course, always the
matter of money. It means little
to a man of science. But it must
have its consolations for a young
man with his way to make in the
world."
“It counts,” acceded the pilot His
thoughts, at the moment were on
Barrett Walden, the Barrett Walden
who could hunt big game and cruise
in the Caribbean and airily buy his
way about the world.
“Then perhaps the prospect of
making a good deal of money might
appeal to you?” Slade's passenger
was suggesting.
“How’d I make it?”
There was a moment of silence.
"By flying for me. perhaps,”
Frayne suggested out of that si
lence.
' The tone was friendly enough. But
the suggestion left Slade wondering
why it confronted him with a pros
pect that remained so uninviting.
“Hunting swans’ nests?” he asked
with a smile.
Frayne ignored any possible touch
of scorn in that query.
•’There are nests.” he observed,
‘‘that sometimes contain what is
known to your countrymen as a nest
egg ”
"Not for me. thank you,” Slade
announced more decisively than he
had intended.
"You do not care for adventure?”
Frayne was suggesting.
Slade laughed.
"1 get all I need of that,” he saia.
"flying this old crate. And if the
weather thickens you’ll knew what ]
I’m shooting at”
Frayne glanced out at the lower
ing ceiling. But the weather failed
to interest him.
"Your company, 1 understand, is i
not as prosperous as it might
be.”
"We’ve had our ups and downs,”
Slade acknowledged. “But there’s
zip to it when you’re not sure of the
outcome. I'm going to stick to pud
dle-jumping until we pull into the
clear.”
"Then my enterprise fails to in
terest you?”
"It interests me,” said Slade,
"only as an outsider.”
Frayne shrugged and bent over
his chart Then, after consulting bis
watch, he studied the desolate-look
ing terrain through his binoculars.
"We are not makiag good time,”
he complained.
“We’re bucking a head wind,”
Slade retorted, “a head wind we
weren’t counting on. There’s no
one, you see, to hand us weather
reports on this route.”
The caustic note seemed lost on
Frayne, who was busy looking down
at the world flowing past them.
(TO BE CONTINUED1
By VIRGINIA VALE
Released hy Western Newspaper Union.
PEARL BUCK, head of the
East and West association,
which promotes cultural' un
derstanding between the Ori
entals and ourselves, wants a
list of movies which really
represent American life. She
ought to include “Pride of the
Yankees,” starring Gary
Cooper, with Teresa Wright playing
opposite him. It’s the story of Lou
Gehrig's life—shows an earnest,
rather shy young man who loved his
mother and worked hard, attaining
success and the honest admiration
and affecUon of his countrymen. A
typical American, we hope.
It’s too bad that the dim-out for
bade the use of Kleig lights for the
opening of this swell picture. Never
TERESA WRIGHT
did another picture have such a first
night; it took place simultaneously
in 40 RKO houses in New York, and
more than 100,000 people attended it,
-*
If Richard Haydn develops indi
gestion it will be the fault of the
writers of “No Time for Love.”
That’s the new Claudette Colbert
Fred MacMurray comedy, and
Haydn eats in every one of his
scenes. Might sound like heaven
to some, but not to him)
-#
They probably won’t give Jerry
Bnlkley a chance to dance in “Do
Barry Was a Lady”; probably won’t
even know that she's a dancer. She’s
gone to Hollywood with a group ol
fellow models, and if they have an
opportunity to do more than just
look pretty they’ll be lucky. New
York models aren’t very enthusias
tic about Hollywood any more; most
of them refuse to go. Even $200 a
week for three months or so doesn’t
tempt them, since they may never
face a movie camera in that time,
and when they come home folks
think they just didn't make good.
-#
Sounds strange, but here's what
we hear from Metro about an im
portant role in Katharine Hepburn’s
picture, “Keeper of the Flame.” The
actor chosen will portray the star’s
husband, and will appear in seven
important scenes before meeting
death in an accident. After that
he’ll still be a key figure in the pic
ture. But—he’ll never speak a
word. Swell chance to be paid for
keeping mum!
_
The latest addition to the new
crop of players recently signed by
Metro is William Bishop, nephew of
Helen Hayes. He’s six feet two, with
dark brown hair and eyes, and has
won fame as a football player. He’s
played in stock and in various stage
plays in New York; in two of them
he supported his famous aunt. He
has also appeared on her radio pro
gram. A coming star, maybe.
-*
Another newcomer to the screen
is Lenore Aubert, chosen by Samuel
Goldwyn to play opposite Bob Hope
in "They Got Me Covered.” Born
in Jugoslavia, daughter of a gen
eral in the Austrian army in pre
Hitler days, she worked in pictures
in Vienna. She was discovered by
a talent scout while appearing in a
play in Los Angeles. Goldwyn did
more testing for this role than he
has for any in several years. It's
a break for Miss Aubert—she has
been signed to a seven-year con
tract.
-*
Bob Hawk’s "How Am I Doin’ ”
show has been on the air for exactly
half a year, and in that time 211
contestants have walked off with
winnings totaling $15,213. The aver
age take, according to Quizmaster
Hawk, is from $10 to $480; Mrs.
William Riley, a South Bend, Ind.,
housewife, is the top winner. Six
contestants have gone over the $400
mark in the last 26 weeks.
-*
ODDS AND ENDS—Ginger Rogers
will play the title role in “The Gibson
Girl ," a romantic comedy in technicolor
based on the lives of Charles Dana
Gihson and his wife . . . "Lassie Come
Home" story of a Yorkshire family and
their collie, by Eric Knight, will be
filmed in technicolor by Metro . . .
Those who recall Margo’s moving per
formance in “fCinterset” and other pro
ductions will be glad to know she’ll act
as well as sing in the CBS Caravan
hour, Friday evenings . . . Joan Blaine's
getting numerous long distance calls
from Private Charles Carroll, formerly
her leading man in “Valiant Lady "
Advance Collections Herald
Narrower Silhouette for Fall
_
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
THE big news as to fall style
trends centers for the most part
around the idea of slimness for the
skirt silhouette. It’s quite all right
and definitely style-correct to con
tinue to wear the ever-beloved all
around pleated skirts through the
summer - to - fall midseason period,
but the moment fashion's swan-song
sounds the knell to summer and you
know by the calendar that autumn
is here in will come such an array
of smart and figure-flattering nar
row silhouetted skirts you’ll yield to
temptation at the very first glance.
In fact, the new slim, black frocks
are ever so goodlooking for imme
diate wear, and they’ll be smart
right on through into fall and winter.
These charming dresses, styled
as they are with utmost simplicity,
are ushering in a new era in cos
tume design, one that patriotically
makes fabric conservation its theme.
Valiantly and victoriously have de
signers met the challenge to create
beautiful fashions out of minimum
yardage. Once you’ve donned one
of these figure-flattering narrow sil
houetted gowns, suits or coats, as
thfc case may be, you’ll be all en
thusiasm for the new order of
things, for it is a fact that the nar
rowed silhouette is one of charm
I and chic.
A suit tailored of black bengaline
or a dress fashioned of sleek jersey
in either black or lush colors fash
ioned after the manner of the smart
modes pictured in the above illus
I tration (each is within the new
fabric-saving rulings) gives the per
fect answer as to what to wear now
and on through the midseason days.
In fact, these fashions are scheduled
to function smartly far into the
future.
The suit pictured to the right is
—
an important fashion in that it i>
tailored of black bengaline and it’i
bengaline that fashion-alert women
are clamoring for this season for
their best looking suit. You’ll be
starting your fall wardrobe going in
the right direction if you buy a ben
galine suit. Suits of this kind take
kindly to accents of lovely lacy
lingerie neckwear and it's also
smart to wear accessories which
give the vivid touch. The front full
ness of this skirt is typically
“Autumn 1»42” in its styling. The
jacket is a newly inspired version
which stresses up-to-dateness.
The dresses shown are New York
creations which observe all the
niceties demanded by discriminating
taste. The gown centered in the
above picture shows its new-school
origin in its slenderness and clas
sic simplicity. The fact that it is
made of sleek rayon jersey in a
lovely mint-julep green is signifi
cant, for much importance is at
tached to greens on the fall color
card. A semi-surplice bodice with
draped detail outlines a V-neckline,
and subtle shirring is stitched into
the front seam of the bias-cut skirt.
The hat follows the trend to wide
flattering brims.
The dress to the left in the above
picture interprets a stunning ver
sion of the new pegtop silhouette.
Perhaps no word in the skirt realm
is being repeated oftener than “peg
top’’ these days, for most of the
newer skirts definitely reflect its
influence. Developed of the now
so-fashionable sleek rayon jersey,
this dress may be accepted as
among the smartest offerings fash
ion has to make. Its unusual
softly draped sleeves are caught on
the shoulders with flattering self
fabric ties. The general air of style
assurance of this dress makes it
outstanding. The becoming hat with
its soft matching veil is of green
baku.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Practical Trio
For gardening, tennis, cycling or
what-have-you in the way of hard
work or sports, here is the ideal out
fit Overall shorts ef blue cot
ton denim, with a calico print blouse
and a wrap-around skirt, are ready
to meet every demand. It’s the
type of clothes everybody’s calling
for now that there's work te be
done, something dependably wash
able, chic and becoming, and at
tuned to all occasions, whether they
be work or play. This outfit will
hold good “for the duration.”
Helps Give Variety
To Work Costumes
In planning and designing practi
cal clothes for the thousands ol
women now engaged in wartime fac
tory work, every effort is being
made to avoid regimentation or sug
gestion of monotonous uniforms.
Thus, much importance is attached
to color, as it offers variety and
cheer.
Necessarily certain requirements
must be observed in behalf of safe
ty. For instance, most factories
stipulate that women and girls wear
slacks or coveralls or jumper slacks
carefully styled so that nothing will
catch in the machinery. Covering
for the head is required to keep the
hair protected. Dresses are out ol
the picture, with a ban on culottes
or skirts. Banned also are toe-less
or heel-less shoes and long finger
nails. Blouses must be simple, so
that no frilly details get caught in
the machinery, but they may be,
and are, very colorful.
Quilted Fashions
Enthusiasm for things quilted ex
tends to every phase of fashion.
Quilting as designers are employing
It gives novelty to hats, will give
warmth to coats this fall by bright
colored quilted linings, is used foi
large flat pockets and offers clevei
novelty ensembles which include
hat, bag and jacket sets.
For Trimming
There will be a generous use ol
embroidery this fall and also of ap
plique design. And again designer!
are lavishing fringe on dressy frocki
in unique and attractive ways.
TROUBLE WEDDING RING—be
loved quilt of many genera
tions—returns in all its tradition
laden beauty. This new pattern
gives accurate cutting guide for
segments containing either six or
eight pieces, so you have your
choice of working with small
pieces or ones which are a bit
larger.
• • •
The quilt size Is the same to either
case—an ample 86 by 99. Turn spar*
moments Into useful moments by piecing
the Double Wedding Ring: prints, plain
color and white or a pastel are required.
The pattern No. Z8131 is 15 cents. Send
your order to:
AUNT MARTHA
Box 16C-W Kansas City, Mo.
Enclose 15 cents tor each pattern
desired. Pattern No.
Name ..
Address ...
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