New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 23, 1922, Page 12

— (Continued From Our Last Issue) He fought like the wolf that was his blood brother—Ilunging, . striking down, recolling out of harm's way, and springing forward to strike again, The old exhilaration and rapture of battle flashed through him as . he swung his axe, sending home blow after blow, He danced about the ghaggy, bled- ing form of the bear, escaping the smashing blows of the bear with miraculous agility. But at last the grizzly. Junged too far, Ben sprang aside, just in time. He aimed a ter- rific blow just at the base of the skull, The sllence descended quickly there- after. The blow had gone straight home, and the last flicker of waning life fled. Ben stood waiting to see if another blow was needed. Then the axe fell from his hands. For a moment he stood as if dazed. But soon he remembered Fenris and, walked unsteadily to his side. The wolf, however, was already re- covering from the blow., He had ben merely stunned. Once more Ben turned to the mouth of the cavern. Sobbing and white as the moon- light itself, Beatrice met him at the doorway. PART THREE The Taming CHAPTER XIII Fenris Is Restless. Ben rose at daybreak, wonderfully refreshed by the night's sleep. His first work' was to remove the skin of last night's invader—the huge grizzly that lay dead just outside the cavern opening. The hour was already past ten; but Besatrice—worn out by the stress of th¢ night before—did not waken un- til 'she heard the crack of her pistol. Bhe lay a while, resting, watching through the cavern opening Ben's efforts to prepare breakfast. Filling on2 of the two tin plates he stole into the cavern. Falling into his mood the girl pre- tended to be asleep. “Wake up, Beatrice,” he com- manded, with 'pretended gruffness. “It's after ten, and you've got to cook my breakfast.” Bhe stirred, pretending difficulty in opening her eyes. _8he opened her eyes to find him re- garding her with boyish glee. Then ~——as a surprise—he proffered the filled plate. 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He had used the grizzly skin, hanging it with unbreakable sinew, and fashion- ing it in such a manner that folds of the hide could be turned over her on cold nights, Reading the gratitude in her eyes, Ben's lips broke into a radiant smile. “I guess you've forgotten what day it is,” he said. *'Of course. month."” “I've notched each day, you know. And maybe you've forgotten—on the ride out from Snowy Gulch—we talked of birthdays. Today is yours.” He walked toward her, and her eyes could not leave his. He bent soberly, gar- 1 hardly know the “BEN—BEN—DON'T DRINK IT!" &HE CRIED. “GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL.” and brushed her lips with his own. Lately Fernis had taken to wander- ing into the forest at night, and once his throat and jowls had been stained with dark blood. L “It's getting too tame for you:here, old boy, isn't {t?" Ben said to him one hushed, breathless night. ‘“But wait just a little while more. It won't be tame then.” It, was true: the hunting party, if they had started at once, must be nearing their death valley by now. Matters reached a crisis between Fenris and himself one still, warm night in late July. “Go ahead in you like,” Ben told him. “God knows it's your destiny.” The wolf seemed to understand. With a glad bark he sped away and almost instantly vanished into the gloom. But Fenris had not broken' all ties with the cave. The chain was too strong for that. Fenris had joined his fellows, to be sure; but he’ still kept watch over the cave. CHAPTER XIV. The Poison Plot. Beatrice had kept only an approxi- mate track of the days; yet she knew that an attempt to rescue her must be almost at hand. The wolf had gone now to join his IN OUR NEW HOME ‘| their sugar. fellows, Bhe was not aware of his almost nightly return, Perhaps the fact of his absence gave her an op- portunity to save her father from Ben's ambush, The thought was with her, and she was desperate one long, warm after- noon as she searched for roots and berries In the forest. And all at once her hand reached toward a little vine of black berrles, each with a green tuft at the end. As If by Instinet, hardly aware of the motion, she withdrew her hand, She knew this vine, It was the deadly nightshade and a handful of the berries spelt death. Bhe started to look elsewhere, But presently she paused, arrested by an ldea so engrossing and yet so terrible that her heart seemed to pause in her breast, Her father's life was in immiment danger. Another day might find him stretched lifeless before Jer. Ben had not hesitated to use every weapon in his puwer; she should not hesitate now, Eagerly her fingers black berries, In one of the tin cups pressed the julce from the night- shade, obtaining perhaps a table- spoonful of black liquor. To this she added considerable sugar. Then she concealed the cup in a cluster of vines, ready for the mo- ment of need. Then she hastened up the ridge to meet Ben on his way to the cave, ° She wajted a few minutes, then spying his stalwart form at the edge of the beaver meadow, she tripped down to meet him. She walked to the door of the cave, procuring a handful of dried red-root leaves that she used for tea. Through the cavern opening he saw her drop them into the bucket that served as their teapot.’ Then she came back for the oiled cloth bag that contained the last of He began to eat his plucked the Beatrice steak. All that he had told her concern- ing his war with her father recurred to her in one vivid flash. Could it have been that he had told the truth —that her father and his followers had been the attackers in the begin- ning? But even as these thoughts came to her, she had walked boldly to the fire and emptied the contents of the cup into the boiling water in the teapot. Then she took the pot off the fire and poured the hot contents into the cup that had just held the potion. She brought it steaming to Ben's side. “It's pretty strong, I'm afraid,” she told him. *The leaves weren't very good, and I boiled them too long. I'm afraid you'll find it bitter,” “I'll drink it, if it's bitter hs gall,” he assured her. His hand reached and seized the handle of the cup. Then she seemed to writhe as in a convulsion. ' Her voice rose in a plercing scream. “Ben—Ben—don't FICE SYARTED Wi PHPLE For Months, Lz Large and - Red. Cuticura Healed. ‘1 was troubled with pimples for months. 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CAKE. drink it!"” she cried, “God have mercy on my soull" She reached and knocked the elp from his hand; and its black contents, like dark blood, stalned the sandy floor of the cavern, “Never mind, Beatrice,” the man was saying, his deep, rough voice gentle'as a woman's, ‘Don't cry— Just forget all about it. Let's go over to your hammock and rest awhile," “But you don't understand—you don't know-—what I tried to do—" His rugged face lighted as he smiled, kindly and tolerantly, But her solemn volce arrested him, ““Wait, Ben, I want you to know ~—80 you won't trust me again.,, The cup—was poisoned."” The, man looked at her, in infinite compassion, then came and sat beside her in the hammock. Rather quietly he took one of her hands. Then he pressed it to his lips. “You'd kiss my hand—after what I dla?” “After what you didn't do,” he cor- rected, They would need fuel in plenty to keep the fire bright tonight, Bvi- dently raln was Impending—one of those cold, steady downpours that are disliked so cordially, He went a full two hundred yards before he found a tree to his lking, It was a tough spruce of :medium helght and just at the edge of the stream. He lail his rifle down, lean. ing it against a fallen log; then began his work, His blows struck true from habit, Now the tree was half-severed: it was time to cut on the opposite side. Sud- denly his axe crashed into ylelding, rotten wood, Half of the tree had been rotten, changing the direction of its fall and crashing it down before its time, Ben leaped for his life, instinctively alming for the shelter of the log ogainst which he had inclined his rifie; but the blow came too soon, Ben's rifie, catching the full might of the blow, was broken like a match, ‘Ben himself was crushed to earth as beneath a meteor, The rain clouds deepened and spread above his'mo- tionless form, Beatrice's dreams were = troubled after Ben's departure into the forest. She opened her eyes; the cavern was deep with shadow, Bhe wondered why Ren did not come into the cave. Was he embit. tered against her, after all? Her uneasiness was swiftly develop. ing Into panic, (Continued In QOursNext Issue) CLAIM UNDER-VALUE ff ON GRAND LISTS Ten Towns of State Said to Have Lists Far Less Than They Should Have, Hartford, Dec, 23,—~The charges that ten towns of the state have grand lists which are between 60 and 70 OUR FIRST per cent lower than they should be was made by State Tax Commissioner Willlam Blodgett, As towns with the lowest grand lists recelve the greatest proportion of state ald for highway construction as well as for schools, the commissioner made the statement that “such towns, under the law are recelving an un- due proportion of state air money.," The grand list of one town, Easton, is only 28 per cent of the aggregate of the selling valuation of the property in the town, according to an investi. gation by the department. 'Hartford's grand list, as revealed in a letter to the local board of assessors, is only 66.28 per cent of which it should be, according to Commissloner Blodgett, In response to an inquiry as to what reason was offered by the Hartford assessors, he sald that assessors of this city had not replied to his letter, FOOTBALL STAR DIES, Canton, O., Dec, 23, —Martin Smith, 23, center on the Grove City football team for the past two seasons, died here today from pneumonis HOLIDAY GREETING complete satisfaction. To the People of New Britain HIS being our first Holiday Season with you we desire to express to you our sincere thanks and appreciation for the kind reception you have given us, and for your very generous patronage, which greatly exceeded our expectations. . Itisour firm'intent‘ion to do everything in our power to merit a con- tinuance of your good will in the future. 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