New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 13, 1922, Page 14

N EW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, JANUARY 13, 1922 EDI (Little, Brown & Co. (Continued From Tast Issue), “You'll drink 2" The Joe wsked BN, woodsman's face was grave “"Wolfpaw, it's agalnst the law of this| provinee to giv Indians,” he drink tonight.” recelve liguor from fed gravely, “1 won't Pete turned with o scowl, His thought had already flashed 1o the white blade at his helt "You're damn particular—"" he hegan But Joe shook: his head, restraining him. The hour to strike had not yet come. They must enjoy their liquor first and engender fresh courage from s fire, “Have a drink?” Joe aske - R wsked Vi She didn't like the tone of his voice He speaking with entire famili- arity nd again she expected inter- ference from Harold, Her flance, how- ever, was fingering the hottle, She saw BIill stralghten, cver o little, and beheld the first signs of rising anger In the set of his lips “No," the girl responded coldly The others poured themselves mighty drinks- st ing por s that more than | -empticd the first of the quarts, Then they drew back their heads and drained the cups, XXV “A little toast-—and everybody stand up,” Harold, getting drunker, finally proposed. “We're going to drink to Virginia! To my future wife, gentlemen—the lady who's promised me her hand! Look her there, you breeds—the autiful wo n that ever came to the North! k her down!" The burning poison poured into their throats. Virginia glanced at her pistol. Her face was no longer mere- ly anxious. BIll still sat, helpless and blind, against the wall, She had not dared to resent aloud the bandying of her name, the insult of their searching eyes upon her beauty. It seemed to her that she heard a half-muttered exclamation from Bill, but his face belied it. And in reality the man's thoughts were as busy as never before. He opened his eyes, struggling for vision. But he could not make out the forms of the men at all, except when they crossed in front of the candles. The candles themselves wére mere points of yellow hetween his lids. The men drank another round, emptying the first quart and bhegin- ning upon the second. “You're a pretty little witch,” Har- old addressed Virginia. “You're hard to kiss, but vour kisses are worth having. What yon think about worth ¢+ having. What you think about that, Joe? Aren't I tellin’ you the truth?” Joe! Bill's first impression had been right, after all. Virginia heard the name, too, and her fears in- creased. “Joe?" she repeated. him, then?" “Of course T know Joe. He's an old friend. He's one that Bill told never to show his face in this part of Clearwater again-—but you don’t see anything happening to him, do you?" * "He waited, hoping that Bill would “You know make sponse. But the latter was holding hard. ““You he hasn't anything to 88y, Harold gloated. T asked yon a question, Joe—about Virginia. Didn’t 1 tell the truth?” ““I don't know,” Joe replied “She's pretty enough. But I've never kissed her.” “The girl flinched, then caught her- self with a half-sob. She resolved to make one more appeal. “Oh, Harold—please—please be careful what you say,” she pleaded. “You're drunk now—bhut don't forget S you were a gentleman-—once. Don't drink any move. Don't let those In- dians drink any more, either.” “A gentleman once, eh? don’t think I'm one any more. But Bill there—he's one, ain't he? It seems to me you've been getting kind of bossy around here, lately—and the women of we northern men don’t be- have that way."” “I'm not your woman, thank God— and I ask you to be careful.” “So you're not my woman, eh?” “No, no, no!"I never will he!" The glrl's eyes were blazing, and she had forgotten her fear in her magnificent wrath. There ensued a moment of strange and menacing silehce. Pete chuckled already receptive to Joe's thought Harold turned to stare at him Joe put his pipe to his Ii then fumbled at his pocket. He seemed to) search in vain. “Will you give me a match, plea lad he asked. The tone was strange, thick and strained, yet Virginia’s heart thrilled | with hope. Perhaps if these men| started to smoke, their blood would So you cool. She turned quickly to the shelf above Bill's head and procured half| a dozen matches from the box. As her back was turned she heard Pete laugh again Instinctively her eyes turned to the of her and N. A. Bervice) AAAAAAANANANARS She looked at Joe; his evil, leering face told her only too plainly that his eager hand had selzed and sc- creted her pistol. Pete's face was drawn, too; Harold only bewildered He was her dast hope, bt in one Instant's serutiny she saw that this had vanished, too, Some terrible thought had sobered and engrossed him, “What 1s it, Virginia?" Bill asked. “One of these men--" she answered brokenly-—"has taken my gistol. 1 want him to give it back- Joe spoke then, a single sentence in the vernacular for Harold's ears, With one gesture he indicated Harold, him- self and Pete in turn, then pointed to the girl. His face was hideous with CHREINess, wold started at the words, His degeneracy wi complete, Me an- swered with a curse, “Why not?" he said. *“The girl's thrown me over. When I'm through you can do what you want, And crack the skull of that mole with the pick and throw him out in the snow.” The two Indians Iurched forward at his words. Bill left his chair In a mighty leap, XXVL ‘When Bill sprang forward to inter- cept the attack upon the girl he came with amazing accuracy and power. By means of his acute ear he had locatedl the exact podition of every ac- tor In the impending drama, ‘What was more important, he knew — vanansnnananaand | hads encountered it on the THE SNOWSHOE TRAIL BY —————— N MARSHALL Ik Ney wil eve wil and shi 1 the the of of ven Mo 800 the location of both candies. He dashed both out. The act had been so swift and un- expected that neither Joe, standing rearest the girl; or Harold across the room could draw their pistols and fire, Seemingly in a flash the darkness was upon them. Bill was face to face with his enemies in his own dark lair. The advantage of vision on which they had presumed had been in an instant removed, Harold cursed in the blackness; as if in a continuation of the leap he had made to upset the candles, Bill seized Virginia in his strong arms. He thrust her to the floor and into the angle between her bunk and the wall, the point that' he instinctively realized would be easlest to defend and safest from stray bullets. Virginia's pistol was in Joe's hand by now, and he shot in Bill's direction. Two spurts of yvellow fire broke for an instant the utter gloom. But there was no time for the third shot, He was the nearest of the three attackers, and Bill's outstretched arms seized him, The woodmen’'s muscles gave a mighty wrench. His grasp was about Joe's chest at first, but with a great lurch he slung the man’s body out far enough so that he could loop his sinewy arms about the man’s knees. Then with a terrific wrench of his mighty shoulders Bill hurled him against the wall. His neck was broken like a\match. The odds were but two to one. Harold had taken out his own re- volver now and was shooting blindly in the darkness. Ducking low, Bill leaped for him; in a moment they were grappling in each other's arms. Bill wrenched him back and forth, and in an instant would have crushed the life out of him if it hadn’t been for the interference of Pete. The latter breed leaped on his back, and Bill had to neglect Harold an in- stant to stretch up his arms and hurl Pete to the floor. They were both powertul men, the breed and Harold; and Bill was like a wild heast. In the instant that he was free from Bill's arms and he knew that his confederate was out of range, Harold fired biindly with his pistol. Their bodies crashed against the wall, broke the furniture into kind- ling at their feet; they snarled their hatred and their curses. Bill fought like a giant, a might of battle upon him never known before. But steadily Harold and Pete were learning to work together. Once a lucky blow sent Pete spin- ning to the floor, and Bill's strong arms hurled Harold after him. All three contestants seemed sweep to the fray with added fury. They clinched, staggered, reeled, then crashed to the floor. Then—ahove the sound of their writhing hodies—Virginia heard Pete exclaim, {old him-—just a second!"” Pete cried. The breed had remembered his knife. It was curious that he hadn't thought of it before. » took it rather carefully from his The two men were threshing on the floor by now, Harold in a des- perate effort to keep his enemy down. Pete's hand fumbled in his pocket. He didn't want to run the risk of slaying his confederate. His hand found a match; he raised his knife, high. The match cracked, then flamed in the darkness. But it was not to be that that mur- derous blow should go home. Virginia had crawled out to find her pistol that Joe's hand had let fall, and just before to wall for a reassuring sight pistol. Tt was gone from its place. 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Children love Ca ets too SUNDAY THE CORNER” [TRAINING ¢ A training school for boys and girls in chances to affiliate with one or more eric 1. floor It hand the 'h He pri seemed to leap in her mateh Numed The pistol shot rang 0 the silence, | @ knife dropped from Pete's hand turned with a look of ghastly sur e Then he went on his face, creeping ¢ a legless thing toward the door (Continued in Our Next Issue), '"HOOL FOR GIRL SCOUTS w Institute Wil Be Formally Opencd on Friday Evening of Next Week, girl scouts 1 be opened in this city on Iriday ning of next week. The school I be for the purpose of educating captaing or leaders to help advance 1 promote the training of girls and young women Into better citizen- p In New Rritain. Jke the boy scout movement and junior achievement movement, girl scout organization is in news leaders. There are hundreds of this city waiting these organizations and are pre- ted by a lack of leaders. lLast nday evening a training school for utmasters was opened under Fred- FFay, in the Central Junior WHO K in America today. Carefully and logically the clues are developed, the suspense grows more tense and in the last chapter Detec- tive Barry is able to point to the murderer. “The Step on the Stairs” is a masterpicce of mystery fiction. Don’t miss the first installment in THE H { ducting a *' sekh More men are needed | in this sehool The training sehool for girl scout leaders probably will meet in ) [ South — Con atlonal church, al | though this matter has not heen fully | dectded upon Miss Mildred Bar rows, captain of Troop No, 1, and Miss Emma Rell, girl scout director, will have charge of the school, The training course will he divided Into 10 lessons, as provided by the | national counell of girl scouts and will Include such subjects as hiking, nature study, first ald to the Injured, fire prevention, hyglene, physical training, camping, ete, Applleants may be registeded by applying to Miss Bell, at 50 Arch street, ENOUGH CURLS HERE Slade I n't Intend to Principal Conduct Congest Against “Bobbed” Hair at Local High School. “I haven't thought of such a thing," said lLouis Slade, principal of the N. B, H, 8. when asked about con- contest at the Iin Bquare institution. A contest is being conducted by the principal of the Crosby High in Wa- terbury to discourage the hobbed hair epldemic which is spreading around among young school girls, Mr, Slade went on to explain that he hasn’t noticed many hobbed heads around and is prone to greet the idea as a bit silly, In Waterbury the ILLED MIRIAM VANE? ° She was an artist—beautiful—but mocking and mystgrious. Her portraits were called caricatures because of their sub- tle cruelty. One night a shot was heard. A minute later the beautiful artist was found dead in her Greenwich Vil- lage studio. Before her was an unfinished portrait. Ve ?TEPén thoSTAIRS This gripping tale of mystery is by Isabel Ostrander, acknowledged to be the greatest writer of detective stories MONDAY. JANUARY 16 principal has offered a |n'lz(“ to the * ERALD end of the year, and what is more HEST COLDS @ the girls were photograp in group Apply over throat and chest - formation awd their pletures sent —cover with hot flannel cloth. 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