New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 10, 1922, Page 9

| murmur to a long swish like a million [ niznt. ! could mend the fire and cut fuel. JAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE SNOWSHOE TRAIL | BY EDISON M (Little, Brown & Co, and N A A A AANADANANNAANAR NS (Continued From Last Issue), “You can claim half of {t," Harold wis whispering eagerly into Virginia's var, “You were with Bill when he tound it." "l ecan-—but I wen't,”" she replied, coldly, “Gold, gold, gold," he whispered to himself, “Heaps and heaps of It what I've always hunted, And Bill had to find {t. That devil had to walk vight into it." He was sickencd by the thought Sthat except for his own cowardice he would have accompanled them Into the den. Then he would have heen In a position to claim half the mine and get it, too, He found a match, ‘The white skel- eton lay just at his feet, He drew back, startled, stantly regained his poise. He knelt with inexplicable intentness. He too, raw the ghastly wound and its grim gonnection with the rusted pick. And he bent, slowly, like a man who s trylng to control an unwonted eager- ness, ifting the pick In his arms. Oh, it was easy to handle and lift! How naturally it swung in his arms! What a deadly blow the cruel point could infifet! but in- XV, Bill made his plang for an carly start to his Twenty-three Mile cabin. “I'll leave before dawn--as soon as it gets gray,” he told Virginia as he bade her good night. “I'll come back the next day, with a hackload of supplies. And with the little we have left, we will have enough to go on. We can start for Bradleyburg the day after that."” Virginia took no pleasure in bidding him goodby. Her voice sank almost to a whisper, and her tones were sober and carnest. “I'll pray for you. Here's my hand, BIL" % He groped for it, found it at last; it was swallowed in his own palm, and the heart of the man raced and thrilled and burned. He mushed on, his crunchfng on the white crust. The powers of the wilderness gave him good spéed-—almost to the noon hour. Then he was suddenly aware that the fine edge of the wilderness silence had been dulled. There was a faint stir at his ear drums. The stir grev to a faint and distant murmur, the snowshoes with wind A tree fell Then the rustling garments, a crash, far away. smote him. It was the southeast. No man of the Northwest provinces is unacquainted with this wind. 1t is prayed for in the spring because its Lreath meits the drifts swiftly, but it is hated to death by the traveler caught far from his cabin on snow- shoes. It did not occur to Bill to turn tack. Already he was nearly halfway to hie destination. The food supplies had ta he secured, sooner or later; and when the Chinook comes no man kiows when it will go away. He mushed on through the softening SNOW. The truth suddenly dawned upon him that he was ¢ to foce with one of the most uncomfortable situations of all his years in the forest. He dida’t believe he would he able to make the cabin before the fall of His woodsman's senses predicted a bitter night. Through the black hours he would have to fight off sleep so that he sha- the once the in at Tate afternoon: already dows lay strange and heavy distant tree aisies. And all he paused, thrilled in his trac A little way to the cast, on the bank of a small creek, his father and his traiterous partner had once had a mining claim—a mine they had tried unsuccessfully to operate before Bronson had made his big stike. They had built a small cabin, and for nearly thirty years it had stood moldering and forgotten. Exultant and thankful, Bill turned in his tracks and mushed over toward it. XVIL There was plenty of ing work to do when reachéd the little cabin foree open the door, so ue hack hole in it through which he entered. After looking about, he turned to his tofl of making a fire just outside the hole. Tired out, he elimed inside and lay down on the dry dirt, putting his arm under his head. g All at once he was aware that his eyes were fastened upon an old cigar box on a shelf against the wall. As he reached to seize it, he had a distinet premonition of misfortune. "It contained o single photograph. It was a typical old-fashioned phfr tograph—two men standing in stiff land awkward posgs in an old-fash- lioned picture gallery—printed in the time-worn way. One of the men was his own father And he stared at the other face—a rather handsome, hin-lipped, sar- ldonic-eyed face—as if he were look- at a ghost “Great God, 014 Lounsbury!" But instantly he knew it eould not he Harold lLounsbury. Already he knew. It was no other 'than Ruthe- ford, the man who slew his father. His deductions followed with dc |y and remorseless certainty. He kn % how why Harold lounsbury had come | hto Clearwater. Virginla had told | Bill that her lover had seemed to have some definite place in view for his srospecting: he had simply come to earch for the same lost mine that Bill \ad discovered the previous day. He knew now why Kenly Louns-| heart-break- i finally He couldn't ed 2 again he cried. “It's Hate. % inen# |rake them up for such heat as ARSHALL | I A, Service) | ANAAAANAAAANARS bury had heen willing to finance Vir- | ginla's trip into the North--not In hopes of finding his lost nephew, hut to find the mine of which he also hud some Knowledge, In the same sweep of reallzation he | knew why Harold lounshury's face | had always haunted him with hazy, uncertain memories, ; Harold Lounshury was Rutheford's son—the son of his father's murderer, | Kenly Lounsbury was Rutheford's | brother, All at once the smoke from the fire began to pour In upon him, choking his lungs and filling his eyes with tears, | X VI For a moment Bill gave little teation to the deepening clouds pungent, hiting wood smoke that wind, suddenly shifting, whipped through the hole he had cut in door, This was the most bitter moment of | his life, and he was lost and remote | in his dark broodings. The smoke | dldn't matter, | The fight for life no longer seemed | worth while, | The smoke deepened in the cabin. | seemed to be affecting his power| He tried to think of his mind at- | of | the | in the | It to stand erect. some way to save himself; was slow and dull, He knew that he couldn't get of the cabin. There was only a littie hole in the | door; to wl through it ineh by inch as he had entered, would subject him to the full fury of the flames. Meanwhile the fire burned higher, | the wind blew the clouds of smoke | from the green wood through the hole as if it were high pressure steam. It soon was’ impossible for Bill fo see-—-cven to hold his eyes open, the ! cruel smoke tortured them so. If ever a man were caught in a| terrible trap of his own making that man was Bill Bronson. His ax! With his ax he could chop the door away. His hand fummbled at his belt. But he remembered now; he had left his ax outside the cabin, its blade thrust into the spruce log that had supplied his fuel Suddenly he saw himsell face to face with seemingly certain death. | The smoke clouds were swiftly and urely strangling him Already his consciousness was departing. He leaped for the opening again and fell sprawling on the dirt floor. He start- ed to spring up— But he suddenly grew inert, breath- ing deeply. There was still air close to the ground. Strange he hadn't hought of it before—-just to lie still, faee close to the dirt. 1t pained him to breathe; his eyes throbbed and | burned, but at least it was life. Then all was confused—oblivion. | When Bill wakened again the last| pale glimmer of the lighted smoke was gone. The fire had evidently burned down and out. His fumbling hands encountered the log walls; then he groped about till he found the plank door. His hands smarted, but their sense of touch did | not seem blunted. He had never night! IHis muscles were more at his com- | mand now; with a great lurch he sprang up and thrust head and shoul- ders through the hole in the door. The hot ashes punished his face.| and his hand encountered hot coal as he thrust them through. Yet witl a mighty effort he pushed on unti his wrists touched the icy snow. He knew that he was safe, 1 He stood erect, searcely believing in his deliverance. The wind still blew the snow dust —-a stinging lash from the north and west. It was curious that a clondy night could be cold. Yet he could not see the gleam of a star. The coals of the fire, too, smothered and obscured in ashes. tepped toward them, intending out known a darker: | were He to they could yield. | Presently he halted, gazing with | fascinated horror at the ground. He was suddenly struck with ghastly and terrible possibility. His hand groped for a mateh. He heard it crack in the silence, but evidently it was a dud! The darkness before his eyes remained un- broken. Filled with a sick fear, he removed his glove and passed his hand over| the upheld match. There w no longer a possibility for doubt. The tiny flame smarted his flesh. “Blind!” he cried. “Out here in the snow and the forest—blind!" It was true. The pungent smoke had done a cruel work. a wood ed in Our Next Issue). (Contis Poincaire Adherent To Rights for Women Paris, Jan. 10,—Raymond Poincare, formerly president of Irance, is thfli latest prominent adherent to a rights- for-wormen campaign which is in pro- | gress here. The purpose of the movement is ln‘ place the wife on an equal footing with the husband by giving her con-| trol of her propert A bill confer- | ring that right is being considered by the commission for Civil Legislation. In France it has heen customary for the wife to give complete control of her property to her husband. | Original Bluebeard was a former | marshal of I'rance of about 1420, —————Tme—— R I I R T T WHEN IT IS SHELLFISH HONISS’S 20-30 State Street O I u want Hartford Telephone 3371--3375 S R TP A | and Gladys Shropshire have ju shipshape for the beginning of the first race They arc experts in NEW BRITAIN fce Yachting Season One "ne k. Here is the opening of the ice yachting Margaret Howiand st put their craft son at Red Bank, N. J. on the Shrewsbury river. handling the speedy craft. sea- land. as part ¢ He may el DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, JANTIARY Sporting writers of ISurope ave picking George Cook, the Australian from Carpentier in their coming Cook climbs frees 15 minutes each day his nh Carp’s frame, too! 01 1921, 10, of the purked automobile afficer was killed and Attorney John P, Libhey as to location Jil which the OWIH IMOYements, feepey cross-eramined Wabefield, Mass, Murder Trinl Beings | the shot hands, then truck against which broke when hot dmulated, and with o guvel, The witness was Hpon to indicate the sequence I spaces Intervening between the faeh time it was the same— Keernek," 1wty with the 'he |y 4 clap of Out Sensational Testimony - To- nonkwell cover Wit tund thi lay a Wi Cumbrid Mu pistol | called verack, eriel, ora Pred on the ward in Y, April M. Libbey night of last Ju Pre yanded shot Wakefield whieh Mr, Peency next had Libhey use an Kwell and a bhlotter to sl nothe tadl lght and ite of the aviomobile been that of Loud, e far muarder, | the colation hetw mnlber pl alleged to have SmemmenmaesTemerTm———r— Howl Wrecking the Lives of My Children And Sufferiag Indescribable Tortures Myself Day and Night. A Mother’s Terrible Confession. Forsome time | hod noticed that my two children 2 bav of seven and s girkof ten, were beeoming Bighly pervous, irritable and very disohedieat, 1 tried vavious puaishments, even whipping, but they kept ing worse, My own nerves were all “on edge’’ A put meintos mge. 1wt ton weak to work or er A too nervous and irrfianle 1o go anywhere, | palyitation and frd 1 [ hud anaimost con kand b greeatle [ et of my nead, | often had severe pain acros my hich mude me think |l kidney tronole, | nothegin to describeati the torbareeand ter ritle peing which | endured, Finally went to A doctorand told lim my story., A fter studying my he told me 1 waa the cause of my children's condition, He told me how the system only manufactured nerve force and that this vital 1if was stored in e nerve cells like electricity is stored in a storage lattery and js just as Guick ¥ e own highly nervous con dition had en o con nt dram TR o o YV al aos g hter, to win| fight in Eng-| that the con- stant pervous strain to which I had subjected at High DBeach, England. | it SOVIET MONEY NOW VERY CHEAP Prices in Crowas Nearly the Same as in Rubles 9.—Only the money of Soviet Russia is now than the currency of Anstrip, and ieag in crowns are rapidly approaching the Of the 120,000,000,000 of crowns in eircuation 500,000,000 have months. Effective December 1, new federal taxes are calculated to yield about 170,006,000,000 crowns, principally on public utilities and the state monop- ~vics The increases range from 80 to 250 per cent. es on all spiritu= ous and malt liquors are incre: It is nearly impossible to estimate | the increas st of food, varying as | it does in different parts of but fats, milk, bread other rationed article, white flour, are only far heyond tne rea Vieunese but very v one to obtain. Iirewood has | wced 100 per cent and coal about | BER B wis far the government has re- | woed to consider an internal loan or | a compulsory Invy of foreign moneys | and securities advocated hy the Social | Democrats. | Efforts to reduce the disproportionate civil list of 253,000 civil servants and 87,000 ( pensioners have been abonded de-| spite the fact that, of a total popula-! tion of 6,600,000, nearly one-fifth live ! on government pay. The civil servants and their friends’ Vienna, Jan on g been issucd in ten not difficult jor | §0. enormously | composed | WELL,IF WEG ful that the wnid their opposition v Neme was hopeless, It is now considered likely Finanee Minister Guertler's plan is contended that ult in such an advance WARNING! Say ““Bayer’” when you buy Aspirin. 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Over four million people are using Nurated Iron _annu: and from the remarkably benefleia Its which it has produced. the manufac feel 50 certain of its eficacy t they zuarantec eatisfactory results to purchaser or they will refund vour money. Vorsale by all druggists. MOTHERS! ext Monday Afternoon is Mothers’ Matinee at the Palace Theater in Conjunction With the Photoplay Hit “Mother o’ Mi li Mothers Admitted Freeof Charge On Sending Name and Address to the Palace Theater Before This Wednesday. " on tiblets, you are ribed by physicians J Rheumatism Neuritis Pain, Pain 2 —FOX’8— STARTING SUNDAY “JUST AROUND THE CORNER” PBY PANNY HURST—AUTHOR OF “HUMORESQUE" e TR SO R VA R scture of M P The Fiving Line BY ALLMAN NC,YOURE RIGHT - You KEPT ALL OF YOUuRS ! STOP THAT STOMPING | | DON'T KNOW WHERE HE GETS ALL HIS STUBBORNESS FROM ! I’M SURE HE DIDN'T GET IT FROM ME ! Trath Will Out BUT MOM=1 DONT AT MUCH SYRUP T ~ LEAVE MOST OF —< 1 MONTH' ¢ . chARS! ) WY, CERTAINY = 1\ OF COURSE THE BREAD BREAD 1S TUE STAFF || OF LIFE, YoU KNOW o g 2, AN 2