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THE 8TORT SO FAR: To help ml
Norland Airways from bankruptcy Alan
Unde agrees to fly n so-called scientist
named Frayne and his assistant. Ear
nail, to the Anawotto river in search of
the breeding ground of the trumpeter
■wan. Slade is suspicious of Frayne. who
ha* nevertheless paid them enough to
enable Cruger, Slade’s partner, to buy
a new Lockheed. Just before leaving
he goes with Lynn Morlock, daughter of
the local doctor, to give first aid treat
ment to a Oyer named Slim Tumstead.
Slade Is not pleased to learn that Turn
■toad, an outcast flyer who has lost his
license for drinking, knows about the
aew plane and about Frayne’s expedition.
That night the Lockheed 1s stolen by a
masked thief who heads north. On the
way to the Anawotto with Frayne and
Karnell, Slade runs out of gas, and they
are forced to spend the night at the cabin
of Slade’s prospector friends, Zeke and
Minty, where Slade keeps a gas cache.
Frayne shows no Interest In the fact
that the surrounding country Is rich In
pitchblende, source of a new kind of
power. But the next morning Frayne
decides to stay near there and not go on
ho the Anawotto. While Slade Is on the
way back, Lynn Morlock’s father decides
to operate on the blind Eskimo, Uma
nak, In the hope of restoring his eye
sight. Umanak Is anxious to see again
so he can hunt the "devil bird" he
hears. Slade has returned, the operation
la over, and he and Lynn nre talking.
She hns received a letter from Barrett
Walden who, for Lynn's sake, has offered
her father a Job in Ottawa. Lynn feels
that his frontier work Is too hard for him.
Now continne with the story.
CHAPTER IX
Her father watched her as she
read the closely written pages. It
came home to him as he studied
the stooping figure in white, the vital
young figure with its ripening lines
of womanhood, that they could not
always be together.
“How about Alan?” he repeated
as the girl in white looked up from
her letter.
“Barrett's been pulling wires
again,” she observed without meet
ing her father’s eye.
“For whom?” was the Padre’s
prompt demand.
“For you,” said the girl with the
letter. ‘‘He writes that he’s had a
cable from the Minister and there’s
an opening for you in the Department
of Timber and Mines. He says it’s
a grand chance for somebody in the
know to co-ordinate the medical care
of miners.”
The Flying Padre’s face hardened
a little.
“And who asked Barrett to pull
wires for me?” he demanded.
“It was his own idea,” acknowl
edged Lynn. "But he naturally
held back until he knew I agreed
with him.”
The stooping shoulders stiffened.
“No,” he said with conviction. "I
Can't go to seed. Not yet.”
Lynn looked at him for a moment
or two of silence.
"Barrett,” she said, "will be dis
appointed.”
Her father swung about on her.
“You know, of course, why he’s
doing all this?”
"I was only thinking of you, Dad,”
she said as she leaned against his
towering shoulder.
He lifted her head and looked into
her face.
“But there’s always a string to
arrangements like that. And in this
case that string would be you.” She
attempted a protest against that
but he stopped her. “Barrett’s a
good egg. I like him a lot And I
don’t blame him for being in love
with you. But I happen to know
you’re not in love with him.”
"Would that be so important?"
she asked.
He stroked the cropped head that
looked so boylike and yet remained
so womanly.
“You’re not such a bad egg your
self,” he said with a stabilizing sort
of gruflness. “I happen to know
something that you’ve got tucked
away in that lopsided heart of yours.
And I’m not going to sell my girl’s
happiness for an old-age pension
and a berth in Barrett Walden’s De
partment of Timber and Mines.”
Slade, after checking over a series
of uncertainties, decided to head for
Echo Harbor. Cruger, back at Wa
terways, had told him to follow up
any clue that showed itself. And
this shadowy plane that had been
seen flitting between tidewater and
some unknown hinterland base was
worth looking into.
That base, Slade acknowledged,
may have been unknown; but he
had a theory or two of his own
which, he felt, kept his quest from
being entirely a wild-goose chase.
He knew well enough the vastness
of the country over which he was
flying, with here and there only a
time-bleached Eskimo cairn to mark
its destitution. And to look for a
plane in that tangle of river and
muskeg, of ice-scored bluffs and
starveling tree growth, seemed very
much like looking for a needle in
a haystack.
He was further depressed by the
discovery that a sea-fog, rolling in
from the Arctic Ocean, was cutting
off his view of the broken coastline.
Where he should have found Echo
Harbor he saw only a blanket of
gray mist. So he turned south and
winged his way into the clear,
sweeping the horizon with his
glasses as he went. But still no
sign of life came to him.
This section of the sub-arctics, he
felt as he stared about him, had for
obvious reasons remained over
looked. If there was roi
“But you might remember you don’t own this country.”
those lonely gray ridges below him
the new frontier hadn’t crawled that
far north to find it It still seemed to
ache with emptiness. And for that
reason, as he winged his way over
the gray wastes, he knew a distinct
quickening of the pulse when he
caught sight of a faint plume of
smoke beyond a darker stretch of
spruceland that circled a lake stud
ded with many small islands. For
smoke meant fire; and fire implied
the presence of human life.
Slade dropped lower, avoiding the
island-studded lake and circling off
to a companion lake that offered
clearer water for a landing, a mile
or more to the southeast His eyes
searched the shoreline as he drifted
into a ridge-sheltered cove where
he could moor and land without
trouble.
He mounted the ridge and once
more peered about at the starved
looking spruceland. But he could
see no sign of life. Yet on second
thought he stepped down to his plane
and quietly removed a breaker as
sembly. With that out, he knew, his
engine was tied up. And he had no
intention of taking chances.
His next line of procedure, he de
cided, was to push on overland in
search of that small but unmistaka
ble wisp of smoke. But the going
was not easy. He found it best to
follow the rock ridges where the
footing was safe even though the
direction of his advance was varia
ble.
His presence there, he knew, had
been well advertised to any watcher
between the spruce ridges and the
rushes. Yet he advanced with both
caution and quietness. Twice he was
compelled to back-trail and seek out
more solid footing. His final line of
advance, he saw, was taking him
out to a rush-fringed point abutting
into an island-dotted lagoon that was
half reed-beds and half open water.
It looked lonely and empty.
He was on the point of turning
back and rounding the lower arm
of the lake when he was arrested
by an unexpected sign of life in
the reeds ahead of him. This was
confirmed, a moment later, by the
discovery of footprints in the soil
about him. But whoever or what
ever lay hidden there refused to
disclose itself.
So he pushed quietly on, follow
ing the vague path where other feet
had preceded his own. He went on
until a turn in the narrow runway
brought him to a thicker tangle of
shrub-willow and rushes.
There, just at the water’s edge,
he caught sight of a man.
This man was crouched low in a
blind of rushes, wattled roughly to
gether. Beside him lay a pair of
binoculars and a telescopic camera.
But at the moment he was mak
ing use of neither. He was merely
crouching there, intent and motion
less. staring out over the island-dot
ted lake.
Slade knew it was Frayne, even
before he saw the bony face that
turned to flash a look of annoyance
at the intruder.
“Quiet, please,” was Frayne’s
preoccupied command as his gaze
went back to the watery vista in
front of him.
“What’s happening?” Slade ques
tioned.
“What 1 have traveled eight thou
sand miles to find,” was Frayne’s
quietly asperous reply. The half
whispered and half-hissed words
came clearly tinged with reproof.
"It is a trumpeter swan, making
love to his mate.”
Slade peered through the rush tops
and caught sight of two floating is
lands of white along the remoter
reaches of the lake. The thing that
impressed him was first their size
and then the snowy whiteness of the
feathered bodies that glided in and
out between the darker bodies of
land that turned the lake end into
an archipelago.
“Then you’re getting what you
came after?" Slade suggested. He
noticed for the first time the col
lapsible rubber canoe, plainly light
er than any Indian birchbark, which
lay half-concealed in the fringe of
rushes.
“Not when outsiders interfere with
my studies,” retorted the ornitholo
gist. “Where is your plane?”
“A mile or two southeast of here,”
Slade explained.
“I won’t have a plane disturbing
" territory,” Frayne proclaimed
with an unexpected note of passion.
"It means all my work has been
for nothing.”
Slade’s laugh was curt
“You’re welcome to your wilder
ness,” he said. "I'm looking for
something bigger than swans.”
"Then kindly leave the swans to
me.”
"Sure,” said the unruffled
flyer, "but you might remember
you don’t own this country.”
"Perhaps not,” was the sharp-not
ed response. "But the sooner you
leave it the happier I’ll be.”
"Thanks,” said Slade. His mouth
hardened a little as he stood eyeing
the other man. "And what would
you do if I happened to hang
around?”
Frayne became conscious of the
challenge in that question. His thin
lips compressed and for a moment
he remained silent. Then he
shrugged and stared out over the
wattled brow of his blind.
"You would not be so foolish,”
he quietly announced.
That announcement, Slade saw,
was not without its own tacit chal
lenge.
"Then since you regard this as
your territory,” he ventured, "I sup
pose your camp is here?”
"It is not,” countered Frayne.
“This is merely an observation post.
My camp is farther south, toward
the Kasakana, since that seems to
be caribou country. And we must
have meat, of course.”
"If you’re nearer the Kasakana,”
veptured Slade, "you must be neigh
bors to my two old sourdough
friends. I mean Zeke and Minty,
the men we bunked with on the way
out.”
"I have seen nothing of them,”
was the deliberated response. “My
one object here is to be alone.”
“Thanks again,” said Slade. He
stood silent a moment before ask
ing: "Where is that eamp-mate of
yours?”
“Karnell,” said Frayne, “is cut
ting wood and smoking fish, in case
we should winter here. I have
learned, in unsettled country, to
think of the future.”
"If you winter here,” observed
Slade, “you will no longer have your
swans.”
"A man of science learns pa
tience,” retorted Frayne. “They will
come back in the spring.”
“But before next spring,” persist
ed Slade, “you’ll be needing some
plane service."
“I have no need for a plane,” as
serted the other.
"And you’ve had none?”
"Of course not.”
Slade found it necessary to give
that some thought.
"Then‘why did you try to buy a
plane, a couple of weeks ago? And
why did you want to hire a flyer?”
The opaque eyes regarded him
with disdain.
“That,” asserted Frayne, “was be
fore I found what I was looking
for.”
“And now you’ve spotted your
swans you’ve no need for us?”
“None whatever,” was the acidu
lated answer.
“And you haven't happened to see
a plane in this neighborhood?”
“Not until I had the misfortune
of seeing yours.”
“Then you saw me as I came in?"
Frayne’s nod was curt.
“As did my trumpeters, which you
disturbed,” he announced.
“Before I leave you to your trum
peters,” said the flyer, "I’d like to
ask just one question. Where do you
come from?”
“What difference does that
make?” demanded the other.
“Because your manners make me
think you are German.”
The ornithologist’s face hardened.
But his voice, when he spoke, was a
controlled one.
“If I had my passports here,” he
quietly asserted, “you would soon
learn otherwise.” His movement, as
he turned away and reached for his
binoculars, took on a touch of the
valedictory. "And I regret that my
interest in bird life must interfere
with your curiosity as to my origin.”
Slade laughed.
“Well, good luck with your trum
peters,” he said as he turned and
strode from the blind. He realized,
as he studied out the uncertain trail
to where his plane must be resting,
that meetings like this were mighty
rare along the frontier.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Spy Trial
WHEN President Roosevelt, as
commander - in * chief of the
army and navy, appointed a military
commission, headed by MaJ. Gen.
Frank R. McCoy, to try the eight
German saboteurs landed on Ameri
can soil from submarines, he was
following a precedent established
Just 80 years ago. On February 27,
1862, President Abraham Lincoln is
sued an executive order creating a
similar tribunal and it was the first
of a number of such military com
missions established by both the Un
ion and Confederate governments to
try the cases of draft evaders, block
ade-runners and others whose of
fenses thwarted the war effort.
The term "court martial" is a fa
miliar one in military history and in
other Rations it had the power to
try all forms of offenses in war
time. But in the United States the
power of a court martial was limit
ed to the trial of offenses by mem
bers of the armed forces. So the
"militay commission," established
in 1862 and having jurisdiction over
all types of offenses, whether com
mitted by the military or by civil
ians, was an innovation.
The commission appointed by
President Lincoln was made up of
only two men,
both New York
ers. One was a
leading member
of the legal pro- t
fession in that j
state, Judge Ed- J
wards Pierre- ,
pont, who later j
became attorney- j
general in Presi- I
dent Grant’s cab- |
inet. The other
was Maj. Gen.
John A. Dix, who
had had a varied
career. He had
Edwards
Plerrepont
Been an omcer in me army uuimg
the War of 1812, held several state
offices in New York and served for
a brief time as secretary of the treas
ury under President Buchanan. At
the outbreak of the Civil war he was
commissioned a major-general of
volunteers. Placed in command of
the department of Maryland he had
much to do with holding that state
in the Union.
While Dix was commanding at
Fortress Monroe, he was recalled
Gen. John A. Dix
to Washington to
serve with Judge
I»fe rrepont on
President Lin
coln’s military
commission. Its
duties were to ex
amine prisoners
> who had been ar
| rested for various
| offenses and de
| termine whether
they should be re
leased, held in
prison on civil
charges or turned over to the mili
tary authorities.
One of the first cases Pierrepont
and Dix were called upon to try was
that of a Washington society leader,
Mrs. Rose Greenhow, the handsome
young widow of a Virginian. She
was a relative of Mrs. Stephen A.
Douglas and lived in a mansion
across Lafayette park from the
White House. There she entertained
cabinet members, senators, con
gressmen and especially Union
army officers. In fact she was such
a charmer that the information
which she wheedled out of some of
the latter and passed on to her Con
federate friends is said to have
played an important part in the
Southern victory at the first Battle
of Bull Run.
Soon afterwards she was arrested
by Allen Pinkerton, head of the Un
ion army secret service, held a pris
oner in her own home and then re
moved to the Old Capitol, a brick
building which was used as a jail
for political prisoners in 1861.
Charged with being a spy. Mrs.
Greenhow was placed on trial on
March 29, 1862, and the military
commission soon found that it had
"caught a Tartar." The dark, hand
some widow, who swept into court
with a queenly air, was extremely in
dignant over the whole affair.
She declared that "this is a mimic
kind of court,” she parried all the
queries of the commissioners and
asked them as many questions as
they asked her. Finally she inti
mated that if they really wanted
her to talk freely she would give
them information which would be
highly embarrassing to many high
officials in Washington. It was no
doubt something of a relief to those
officials—whoever they might have
been—as well as to Dix and Pierre
pont when her "trial” ended and
she was bundled off across the lines
to her friends in the Confederacy.
Perhaps the most famous military
commission of this kind was the one
appointed in 1865 by President An
drew Johnson to try the fellow-con
spirators of J. Wilkes Booth after
the assassination of Lincoln. Presid
ed over by Maj. Gen. David Hunter,
it was composed of Generals A. P.
Howe, James A. Ekin, Robert S.
Foster, T. M. Harris, Lew Wallace,
A. V. Kautz and Henry L. Burnett;
Colonels D. R. Clendenin and C. H.
Tompkins and two federal judges,
John A. Bingham and Joseph Holt,
the latter serving as judge advocate,
for the government.
Wool-like Rayon Jersey Is
The College Girls’ Favorite
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
NEVER has the challenge to do
the right thing in buying clothes
for classroom and campus wear
been so keenly felt as now when
war conditions call for wise and
careful judgment in acquiring a
wardrobe with an eye to the future
as well as the present.
While the new fashions are mak
ing simplicity and practicality their
plea, and while they conform patri
otically to every priority ruling,
there are at the same time turning
out to be about the most flattering,
the most charming and much-to-be
admired and desired apparel that
ever graced a fall style program.
Especially in the college and school
girl realm, the incoming styles are
so definitely and refreshingly new
looking and “different,’’ so fascinat
ingly colorful and so everything girls
want their clothes to be, shopping
this season resolves itself into a
grand and glorious adventure rather
than an arduous task.
The new wide wale corduroys and
the handsomely colorful velveteens
are taking the young fashion ele
ment by storm but no more so than
are the smart and delightfully wear
able rayon jersey weaves. They
look wool-like because of the refined
dull finish but they are so delight
fully lightweight they are the kind
"you love to wear.” All types of
jersey this season are a joy to wear,
so much so that if there is one fabric
that stands out more than another
as a favorite for the making of the
simple casual daytime frock, jersey
is its name. There is, in fact, a bit
of rivalry going on between the
rayon-backed jersey with its wool
like surface and the new wool-and
rabbit hair type which is recognized
as a sportswear leader.
The big “fad” that is spreading
out through every campus and in
the sports world at large is that of
the simple daytime classic done in
natural beige colored jersey, styled
after the manner of the charming
dress centered in the above illus
tration. Slit pockets and front full
ness in the skirt are new autumn
style notes that it carries out to a
nicety. It is a “victory” style and
carries out the war production
board’s general orders perfectly
both in the letter of the law and
in the loyal patriotic spirit In fact,
each of the three dresses shown is
in accord with L-85 regulations.
The importance of natural beige
tones cannot be overemphasized for
fall. It is not only in jersey that
they flourish, but the new velveteens
and corduroys in beige are simply
stunning for coats and suits as well
as dresses
A smart two-piece daytime frock
done in the prescribed L-85 manner,
shown to the right in the above
picture, gives a jacket-suit impres
sion which is very fashionable. This
two-piece dress is a veritable stand
by for campus, go-to-town or travel
wear.
The dress at the left with the flash
of raffia embroidery is charming for
“date” duty, and it is in the very
foreground of fashion, for there is a
wealth of intriguing embroidery be
ing lavished on dresses this fall. The
unique thing about the embroidery
that enhances this kelly green jersey
frock is that it is done in multi-color
raffia instead of the usual peasant
yarn work.
Milliners are making exotic
draped turbans of rayon jersey,
some with embroidery and others
with long scarf end intended to be
draped al out the throat.
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Corduroy Coat
Here is a coat that is “as smart
as they make ’em” this fall. It is
; a glowing example of the smart
ness of cottons for fall. You are
helping the war effort when you are
clad in a coat like this, and you’ll be
the envy of your fellow students at
school if you make your appearance
on the campus in a coat as out
standing as this model. Yes, indeed,
this coat of beige hollow-cut velvet
is so goodlooking you certainly won’t
feel you're making a sacrifice in
giving up needed materials to the
army and navy. The coat is cut
with a soft bloused top and ample
pockets in the skirt. Unpressed
pleats run right through them. Note
that tne tie-belt is the only fasten
ing.
'Jewelry’ Dress
Is an Innovation
Destined to “go places’’ this fall
and winter is the new “jewelry
dress” as interpreted in endless
ways. Instead of being worn as
accessory to the costume, the jewels
are actually embroidered on as an
intrinsic part of the gown or coat
(evening coats especially).
You’ll love the new “necklace”
presses. The most conservative are
of black crepe with a necklace ef
fect of pearls worked in as realisti
cally as if it were a separate piece
of costume jewelry. Other frocks
are given a dash of exotic color
with glittering multi • color stones
worked in simulating a real neck
lace. Lapel and shoulder ornaments
are jewel-embroidered after the
same manner.
There is what is referred to as the
“bracelet dress,” for example, which
flaunts a gorgeous bracelet of col
ored stones worked right onto the
long sleeves about the wrist.
Dance Frocks Decorated
With Embroidery Accents
Some call them “date” dresses,
others refer to the dressier types
and a new expression coined this
year as "ofT-duty’’ dresses. At any
rate, the dress-up dress is as im
portant as the uniform and the cas
ual frock, more so this season in
that the vast program of entertain
ment now under way for army men
on furlough demands that one dress
to the occasion.
Lace, being a non-priority medi
um, is going to play a big role in
the party frock realm. Rich, too,
with embroidery and with glittering
accent are the newer dance frocks.
There is something devastating in
the simple dress of dainty lingerie
type, and nets, piques, dimities will
hold good way up until “the frost
is on the vine.’’
DEAUTY comes to the linen
•L* closet in fascinating pairs
when pillow slips are embroidered
with these new motifs. At top,
there is a picture treatment, un
usual and interesting. Next—a
scalloped band of dainty flowers
in all white is effectively relieved
by pastel center flowers. For the
third pair, the perennial butterfly
emerges in a new and lovely de
sign; lastly, pots of tulips furnish
distinctive embroidery in cross
stitch.
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