New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 6, 1922, Page 10

HLAMING EWE i ROBERT W CHAMPERS OVIOQ‘I GEORGE H DORAN COMBANY EPISODE NLEVEN, The Place ol Pines, CHAL 1. The last sound that Mike Clinch heard on earth wus the detonation of his own rifle, Probably it was an agreeable sound to him, He lay there with a pleasant expression on his massive features. His watéh had fallen out of his pocket, Quintana shined him with an elec- tric torch; picked up the watch, ‘Then, holding the torch in one hand, he went thivugh the dead man's pockets very thoroughly, When Qunitana had finished, both trays of the flat morocco case were full of jewels. And Quintana was full of wonder and suspicion. Unquietly he looked upon the dead =upon the glittering contents of the Jewel-box—but always his gaze re- verted to the dead, The (faintest shadow of a smile edged Clinch's lips. Quintana's lips grew graver. He sald slowly, like one who does his thinking aloud: ““What is it' you have done to me, 1'ami Clinch? Are there truly then two sets of precious stones?— ‘two Flaming Jewels?—two gems of Erosite like there never has been in all thees worl’ excep’ only two more? 4. . Or is one set false? . . . Have I here one set of paste facsim- iles? . . . My frien’ Clinch, why do you lie there an’ smile at me so ver' funny . . . like you are amuse? . . I am wondering ‘what you have done to me, my frien’ Clinch, .-. For a while he remained kneeling beslde the dead, Then: “Ah, bah,” he sald, pocketing the ‘morocco case and getting to his feet. He moved a little way toward the open trall, stopped, came back, stood his rifle against a tree. For a while he was busy with his sharp Spanish cladp knife, whittling .and fitting together two peeled twigs. A cross was the ultimate result. Then he. placed Clinch’s hands palm to palm upon his chest, laid the cross on his breast, and shined the result with complacency. Then Quintana took off his hat. “L'ami Mike,” he.sald, “you were & man! . . Adios!" The night had turned frosty. Quintapa, wet to the knees and very tired, moved slowly, not daring to * leave the trail because of sink-holes, ', 'What he had to have was a fire; Somewhere off the trial, in big’timber if . possible, he ,must build a fire master this deadly chill that was slowly para- 1 1yzing all, power of nfovement. At last he came to a place of “plnes, first. growth giants ~ towering 1 night, and, looking up, saw stars, " infinitely distant.. where perhaps those things called souls drifted like wisps of vapor. {When the' fire took, Quintana's thin dark: Hands had become nearly useless from cold. He cold not have crooked finger to trigger. For a long time he sat close to the blaze, slowly massaging his tor- pid limbs, but did not dare strip off his foot-gear, Later he ate and drank languidly, looking ., up at the’ stars, speculating as to the possible presence of Mikq #Clinch up there. What a chase Clinch had led him after the Flaming Jewel. And now Clinch lay dead in the forest—faintly smiling.. ‘At what? In & very low, passionless voice, Quintana cursed monotonously as he gazed into the fire. In Spanish, French, Portuguese, Italian, he cursed.| Clinch, After a little while he re- - membered Clinch's daughter, and he cursed her, elaborately, thoroughly, wishing her black mischance awake and asleep, living or dead. Presently Quintana slept after his own fashion—that is to say, looking closely at him one could ' discover a glimmer under his lowered eyelids. And he listened always in that kind of sleep. As‘though a shadowy part of him were detached from his bbdy, and mounted guard over it. The inaudible movement of a wood- mouse venturing into the firelit circle awoke Quintana. Again a dropping leaf amid distant birches awoke him. Buch things. And so he slept, with wet feet to the fire and his rifle across his knees; and dreamed of Eve and of murder, and that the Flaming Jewel was*but a mass of glass. At that, moment the girl of whose white throat Quintana was dreaming, and whining faintly in his dreams, stood alone outside Clinch's Dump, rifie in hand, listening, fighting the creeping dread that touched her slen- der body at times—seemed to touch “he realized that. MHOTHER! Move Child’s Bowels with “California Fig Syrup” Hurry mother! Even a sick child loves the “fruity” taste of “California Fig Syrup d it never fails to open the bowelg, A teaspoontul today may prevent a'sick ehild tamorrow. If con- stipated, bilious, foverish, fretful, has eold, colie, or if stomach is sour, tongue coated, breath bad, remember a good cleansing of the little bowels (s often all that i iry Ask your drugzist for gennine “Cal- ffornia g Syrup” which has direc- tions fot babies and chidren of all ages printed on bott'e, Mother! You must £ay “Caiforna™ or you may get an imitation fig syrup. nec WA AT T B et NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1922, For Infants and Children Always bears the Sigoature of — more distant, 8She heard saw nothing; but there was a stopped short. her very heart with frost, Clinch's men had gone on to Ghost Lake with their wounded and dead, where there was fitter shelter for both All had gone on; nobody re- mained to await (linch’'s homecoming except Eve Strayer, It was not yet dawn, but the girl could endure the strain no longer. With eleetric torech and rifle started for the forest, almost ning at first, then, among the first | trees, moving with caution and in |sllence along the ‘#ail over which Clinch should long since have Jour- neyed homeward But nowhere could she discover any impressions resembling her step- father that great, firm stride and prints of a man's feet, The tracks were small, man she could -thirk. of, glimmer of her torch some ready to crumble, and stood In the heels, she run- quick eye caught s hint of color—the very vaguest scarcely perceptible at all, ing the trunk of an unseen tree. Now, soundless over needles she crept. The scent smoke grew strong in nostril throat; the pale tint became reddish . seemed palpable—seemed to ing low, but redly alive. ‘ long, long while, she saw a man. He had lert the fire circle. there at the foot of a great tree. when, finally, she discovered him, was scarcely visible where crouched in the shadow of a ready. and obscurity made , recognition ath SHE UNHOOKED THE LARGEST AND STARTED BACK. solid imprint which so often she had tracked through moss and swale and which she knew so well. Once when she got up from her knees after close examination of the muddy trail, she became aware of the slightest taint in the night air—stood with delicate nostrils quivering—ad- vanced, still conscious of the taint, listening, wary, every stealthy instinct alert. She had not been mistaken: some- where in the forest there was smoke. Somewhere a fire was burning. It might not be very far away; it might be distant. ‘Whose fire? Her father's? Would a hunter of men build a fire? The girl stood shivering in the darkness. There was not a sound. Now, keeping her cautious feet in the trail by sense of touch alone, she moved on. Gradually, as she ad- vanced, the odor of smoke became arms and eases Starty blood coursing thraugh the congested spot. This relieves pressure and soreness, The pain vanishes. In its place’is warm, glowing comfort. Try Sloan's on strained and Bruised muscles. M all al - e, Breaks U cords Tn chewt: Remp y. Sloan's Liniment-kills pain/ . 1/ Now You Two QuiT \ | i PLAYING WITH THAT | FOOTBALL IN THE HOUSE You'LL BREAK LOOK OUT! \ SOMETHING ! FOWARD PASS! | SALESMAN $AM 1™ GONNA PUT A STOP To 59 COMING LATE. BUSINESS - IVE GOT A PURGH CLOLK PUT N AND | WANT YOU TO PUNCH TH' TIME WHEN WHY CASTORIA InUse For Over 30 Years 7 nothing, near reek of smoke In her nostrils and she In the faint, pale luster she saw a tiny rivulet flowing westward from a #spring, and beside it, in the mud Im- NArrow, slimmer than. imprints made by any Under the, they seemed quite fresh; contours were still sharp, water As she stole along dimly shining the tracks, lifting her head incessantly to listen and peer Into the darkness, her ething ahead— something very slightly different from the wall of black obscurity—a vague tint But she. knew it was firelight touch- damp pine and palely All about her the blackness touch her body with its weight; but ahead, a ruddy glow stained two huge pines. And presently she saw the fire, burn- And, after His pack and belted mackinaw still lay But tree- trunk, with his rifle half lowered at g She strained her eyes; but distance im- possible, And t, some quivering Instinet within her Ing her that the crouched and shadowy watcher beyond was Quin- tana, And every concentrated instinet was telling her that he'd kill her if he caught sight of her; her heart clamored It; her pulses thumped It in her ears, Had the girl been capable of it she could have kifled him where he crouched, She thought of It, but knew It wak not in her to.do it, And yet Quintana had hoasted that he meant to kill her father. That was what' terribly concerned her, And there must be a way to stop that danger—some way to stop it short of murder-—a way to render this man harmless to her and hers, No, she could not kill him this way, Except In extremes she could not bring herself to fire upon any human creature, And yet this man must be rendered harmless—somehow-—some- how—ah!— As the problem presented itself its solution flashed into her mind, Men of the wilderness knew how to take dangerous creatures alive, To take 'a dangerous and reasoning human was evep bess difficult, because reason makes msore mistakes than does instinet, Stealthily, without n sound, the | girl crept back through the shadows {over the damp pine needles, until, peering fearfully over her shoulder, she saw the last ghost-tint of Quin- tana's fire die out in the terrific dark behind. Slowly, still, she moved until sensitive feet felt the trodden from Drowned Valley. \ Now, with torch flaring, she ran, carrying her rifie at a trall. Before her, here and there, little night crea- tures fled—a humped-up raccoon, Aazzled by the glare, a barred owl adll struggling with its woodrat kill. She ran easily—an agile, tireless young thing, part of the swiftness and silence of the woods—part of the darkness, the sinuous celerity, the ominous hush of wide, still places— of her path he he POLITICAL ADVERTISEMENT WELL,YoU HEARD ME ' AW, WHAT ARE You TALKING WELL, SAM, DIONT_ You PONOA T TIME. CLIXK THS MORNING LIKE. | TOLD YOU ? very blood and pulse and , #weet breath, Even when she came out among the birches by Clinch's Dump she was breathing evenly and without dis- tress, ~ Bhe ran to the kitchen door but did not enter, On pegs under the porch a score or more of rusty traps hung, ' She unhooked the ' largest, wound the chain around it, tucked It under her left arm and started back. (Continued in Our Next Tssue) The making of wine antedates his- tery, VOTE OF WOMENTS - CAMPAIGN FACTOR In Many Cases They Hold " the Balance of Power Washington, Nov. 6,—"What will the women do?" now is the question on the lips of innumerable political candidates and managers, and most of them admit that the answer will not be known until after the votes on November 7 are counted. The women’s vote ls a hig factor in many campaigns, congressional and gubernatorial as well as local in the present campaign, and veteran political leaders of the male persua- sion at least, declare it remains an unknown factor in most cases. In many campaigns; the women, it is sald, hold the balance of, power and the election will swing as the femi- nine votes fall. “Dry” candidates, for the most part, are relying heavily upon feminine support whille in some congested centers the ‘‘wets’ are {claiming a share or majority of the women vote, Wome have secured the ballot gen- erally so recently that the male poli- ticlan, according to information here, ALL MEN WHO HAVE RISEN FROM THE RANKS. ZENS. GRADUATES OF THE HARD SCHOOL OF EXPERIENCE. THEY KNOW YOUR WANTS. GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO SUPPLY THEM. THAT FOOTBALL ANC PUT NOU DD ot ! WHERE'S TH' EV\DENC. 77T T T \ OF DELICIOUS Are Sold T XA N Annually, Ask your grocer for a pacKet tflnr. have not yet ‘gotten a line' accure ately on feminine action at the polls. Women's organizations have been built up within republican and demo« cratic parties and also the soclalist and prohibition, but these organiza- tions have not yet begun functioning, it {s sald, with the accuracy of the male element. Women speakers are numerous and women voters have been polled, card-indexed and other- wise corralled on paper, but astute politiclans declare that it stlll remains impossible to forecast the “swing” of the feminine voters to any point of accuracy. Even the number of wo- men voters on November 7 is yncer- tain, despite registration requirements Heavy primary voting, it is declared, does not insure a 100 per cent vote of women on election day. Women cast their largest vote in the 1920 presidential election, after ratification of the suffrage ameénd- ment, but future feminine vyoting is expected to be much larger. The total popular vote cast in 1920 was about 26,660,000 as compared with 18,628,000 four years before. While politicians do not believe that the total increase was due to woman' suf- frage, they are sure that a large pro- portion of the new millions of electors was of the feminine sex, previous presidential years showing but com- paratively small increases. The poli- ticlans doubt, however, that the fem- inine interest in the congressional by- election will be as large as two years ago. - HALL-MILLS CASE New Brunswick, Nov. 6.-—Aside from the re.examination of the sever- al witnesses by Detective James F. Mason no action is expected in the Hall-Mills murder case until after the | election tomorrow. DeputyyAttorney | Gen. Mott said he probably would be- | gin presenting the case to the grand Jury on Thursday. Mrs, Frances Stevens Hall, widow of the Rev, Edward W. Hall who was killed with his choir leader Mrs, Eleanor R. Milig, let it be known that she would insist that she be allowed to appear before the grand jury. The prosecution, however, is expected to exert its utmost efforts to prevent this despite Mrs. Hall's willingness to sign a walver of immunity. Announcement was made today that all persons who have been examined during the in- vestigation except Mrs. Hall, would be subpoenaed before the grand jur when 1t convenes Wednesday « Thursday. POLITICAL ADVERTISEMENT ' EQUAL RIGHTS TO ALL SPECIAL PRIVILEGES TONONL | “This Is the Principle Of the Democratic Party SPELLACY, 'FITZGERALD,’CHAPIN, PAONESSA, GODDARD, HOLT, SLADE, DUTTON, EVERYDAY, AVERAGE CITI- WHO BROKE 0g THE! WINDOW P BALL AWAY WHEN 1ToLD You IT WOULON'T HAVE HAPPENED