New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 24, 1923, Page 10

HE ISLE OF - RET 1 BEGIN HERE TODAY Ned Cornet, Lenore Hardenworth and Bess Gilbert are shipwrecked Together they take refuge on an fsland, Lenore and Ned are engaged ! to be married. The island on which | ® the three find themselves is inhabited | & by & brute named Doomadorf and his|® Indian wife, Doomsdorf promptly takes Ned and means to use them s his slaves, The | for themselves and, when it is com. © pleted, the master of * e Island says N he wants Ned and Bess to do all win- | ter trapping | Lenore is allowed to remain with | their snowshoes, then mushed as fast the squaw. Different trapping routes A2 they o are miven to Bess and Ned. Together | Scarcely a moment they were ventur- they plan to escape from the island | !¥ and send Lenore to call Doormsdort | fo their cabin, |a NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY The man regarded her with quick- |t ening interest, yet without the slight. |t est trace of suspicion. He got up at once, at him as if in a h Lenore stared | a nightmare, 8he | s had hoped in her deepest heart that|to the eabin for his rifie, he would refuse to come, that the| groat test of her soul could be avoid- |a ed, but already he was starting out | — the door. She had done her part; she could wait here, if she liked, till| the thing was settled. In a few sec- | onds more she would know her fate Yet she couldn't stay here and wait. | To Doomsdorf's surprise she followed him through the door, into the glare | of the Northern Lights. She did not | know what impulse moved her; she | was only aware of the growing cold of terror. Not only Ned and Bess| would pay the price if the plan failed, She must pay, too. The thought| haunted her, every step, every wild of her heart. | Doomsdorf was walking swiftly; al- ready he was halfway from the door. The desperate fight for freedom was almost at hand. But what was free- dom compared to that fear and dark- ness that is death? - There were no depths of ignominy beyond her now. She cried out shrilly and incoherently, then stumbling through the snow, caught Doomsdorf's arm. “No, no,” she cried, fawning with lips and hands. “Don't go in there—they're going to try to kill you. I didn’t have anything to do with it ~1 swear I didn't—and don't make me suffer when I've saved you—" He shook her roughly, until the torrent of her words had ceased, and she was silenced beneath his durid gaze. “You say—they’ve got a trap laid for me?” he demanded. Her hands clasped before “Yes, but I say I'm not guilty—" He pushed her contemptuously from him, and she fell in the snow. Then, with a half-animal snarl that revealed all too plainly his murderous rage, he drew his pistol from his holster and started on. I bl him. | el 3 ti .« oo XXIX Watching through the crack in the door, New saw the girl's act; and her treason was immediately evident to him. Whatever darkness engrossed him at the sight of the ignoble girl, begging for her little life even at the cost of hdr lover's, showed thowed not at all in his white, set face. Whatever unspeakable despair came upon him at this ruin of his ideals, this destruc- tion of all his hopes, it Was evidanced neither in his actions nor in the clear, cool quality of his thought. No other crisis had ever *ound him ter disciplined. His mind seemed to circumsecribe the whole, dread situ- ation in an instant. He furned, met Bess' straightforward gaze, saw her balf-smile of complete understanding. As she leaped toward him, he snatch- ed up their two hooded outer coats, and his arm half encircling her, he guided her through the door. Whether or not she realized what had occurred he did not know, but there was no time to tell her now. Nor - were explanations necessary: trusting. him to the last she would follow where he led. “We'll have to run for it,” he whispered: simply, “Fast as you can.” ' 'Ned had taken in the situation, made his decision, seized the parkas, and guided Bess through the door al! in one breath; the drama of Lenore's tragic dishonor was still ig progress | in the glare of the Northern Lights. Doomsdorf, standing back to them, ASPIRIN Say “Bayer” and Insist! t t: s sl T a bound sea the girls prisoners and tells them he | their least shadow of hope lay in fast prisoners are told to bulld a eabin inhabited guessing their intent, But when he caught sight of the fugi- | untit ED A FEW lar hurry. of ice—some of it almost impassable —lay between his island ing without supplies. There was no need of sending his singing lead after them play, would stop make preparations for a journey. He took a cold-proof wrapped in it a great sack of pem- mican, and made it into a convenient pack for his back. Then he reloaded his pistol, took ‘therifle down from day's toil, easily at first. mushed a few feet behind. no sensation of cold; yet, almost like the first, thin, bay ice frozen to the depth of safpty. RIBUTION EDIsON .\"..,.m id not see the twe slip out the deoor, nateh up their snowshoes and fiy. herwise his pistol would ha%e been ulek te halt them, Almeost at once hey were concealed, except for their trange fiekering shadows in the now, behind the first fringe of stunt. d spruce. Ned led her straight toward the iee- | He realized at once that ight that might take them to pome | island before Doomadorf | ould overtake them; never in giving im a chanee across his own tundras. They halted a single instant In the | helter of the thickets, slipped on Ii on to the beadh, In & out on the lce-bound wastes. Doomsdorf encountered their tracks & he reached the eabin door and raced for the igher ground just above the cahin Ives, they wefe already out of effec. fve pistol range. He fired impbtently the hammer clicked down | gainat an empty breach, and then, | tll senseless with fury, darted down But he halted before he reached the o ' NED BROKE TRAIL, SHE MUSH- FEET BEHIND, He knew how many miles and Tzar sland far to the east. It was not the ourney for a man and woman, travel- hem. Cold and hunger, if he gave them soon nough. He had, however, other plans. He urned through the cabin door, spoke o the sullen squaw, then began to wolf-hide robe, he wall, and garted forth down thf rail that Ned @hd Bess had made. Tired though Bess was from the she moved freshly and Ned broke trail, she She had hardened to teel, her muscles moved like the liding parts of a wonderful machine. Che ice was wonderfully smooth as But Iready the killing pace had begun to i Do you yearn! for a clear complexion? Try the Resinol products a week and watch your skin improve! Resinol Soapthoroughly cleanses the tiny pores and rids them of impurities. 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BETTER STAY ) WELL-YA NEEONT THINK 7 ) I GONNA GET MY ™' HOUSE ToDAY, / CLOTHESDIRTY - AND iF MILW AYKY FOAR ME | Tell HER '™ S HOME OND (LEPN 0P it ;ny n' ;u 4 corn tops the pain in- stantly. n tM’w nouu and comes out, Made in clear liquid and in thin plasters. The action is the same. Bffi.;;ay tell. She couldn't keep it up forever without foed and rest. And the brut behind her was tireless, remorseless as death itself, The Northern Lights died at last in the sky, and the two hastened on in | the wan light of a little moon that was already falling toward the west. And now she was made aware that the| night was bitter cold, It was getting to her, in spite of her furs, But as yet she gave no slgn of distress to Ned, Out of her love for him a new| strength was born—that sublime and unnamable strength of women that is nearest to divinity of anything upon | this lowly earth——and she knew that| it would hold her up beyond the last limits of physical exhaustion, She | unconsclous- | ness, thus causing Ned to stop and ! walt beside her till she died. None of | these things would she do. Her spirit | sonred with the wings of her resolve, Instead, her plan was simply to hasten on—to keep up the pace—until she toppled forward lifeless on the ice, She would master herself until death mastered her. Then Ned, halting but an instant to learn the truth,| could speed on alone, Thus he would | have no cause to wait for her, On and on through the night they sped, over that wonderfully smooth ice, never daring to halt; strange, wandering figures In the moonlit snow. But Bess was not to carry her | brave intent through to the end. She | had not counted on Ned's power of ob- servation. He suddenly halted, turned | and looked into her face. It was wan and dime in the pale | light; and yet something about its deepening lines quickened his interest. She saw him start; and with a single syllable of an oath, reached his hand under her hood to the track of the artery at her throat. He needed to listen but an instant to the fevered pulse to know the truth. “We're going too fast,” he told her shortly. : “No—no!" Her tone was desper- ate, and his eyes narrowed with sus- picion. Wrenching back her self-con- trol she tried to speak casually. “I can | keep up easily,” she told him. *“I don't feel it yet—I'll tell you when 1 do. We can't ever. make it if we slow up.” He shook his head, wholly uncon- vinced. “I don’t know what's got into you, Bess. You can’'t fool me. I know I feel it, good and plenty, and you're just running yourself to death. Doomsdorf himself gan't do any more “'But he can—" We're going to hit an easier pace. Believe me, he's not running his heart out. He's planning on endurance, ra- ther than speed. I was a fool not to think about you until it began to get me."” It was true that the Kkilling pace had been using up the vital nervous forces of both their bodies. Ned was suffering scarcely not at all as yet, but he had caught the first danger signals. Bess was already approach- ing the danger point of fatigue, When Ned started on again he took a quick but fairly easy walking pace. They mushed on in silence, not even glancing back to keep track of Doomsdorf. And it came about, in the last hours of the night, that the rest both of them so direly needed was forced upon them by the powers of nature. The moon set; and gen- erally smooth though the ice was, they could not go on by starlight, There was .notoing to do but rest tiil dawn. “Lie down on the ice,” Ned advised, “and don't worry about waking up.” His voice moved her and thrilled her in the darkness. ‘I'll set myself to wake up at the first ray; that's one thing I can always do.”” She let her tired body slip down on the snow, re- | lying only on her warm fur garments to protect her from it. Ned quickly settled beside her. “And yolu'd better lie as close to me as you can.” (Cantinued in Our Next Issue ). SIGN IT WITH FINGER PRINTS, For the purpose of improving the system of keeping records at the post office, Postmaster W. I". Delaney has installed a finger print system in the postal savings ' department. system which will be of a decided assistance in doing business with non- English speaking people, is in charge of Miss Margaret Sheehan. Postal officials say that thus far the system has proved a success. | Marietta Stockard This | pr s &DICESW THE AIR KDKA (Westinghouse— East Pittsburgh) Montiay, Sept. 34, | 600 P, M-—Resulls eof | baseball games. | 8118 P, M.—Dinner concert by the | KDKA Little Symphony orchestra | under the direction of Vieter Baud | 1100 P. M. ~Basebhall scores | 108 P, M=Dinner concert, tinued, | 7:30 P, M.—~Women's evening program 7:48 P. M.—~The echildren's period lin charge of the Dreamtimé Lady, i 8:00 P, M.—Baseball scores | %08 P, M.—"Fashion Talk" by| ‘V"llnor Barton of the Joseph Horne company, Pittsburgh, Pa “Good Reading,” prepared by tHe Carnegie library, £:20 P, M.—Concert by the KDKA Little Symphony orchestra under the direction of Vietor Saudek, assisted by Elizsabeth Lioyd Kirkpatrick, color- | atura soprano, 9:45 P, M.—National Stockman |and Farmer Market reports, 10:00 P, M, ~—Baseball scores, WBZ (Westinghouse—Springfeld) lodl)"l' and Girle' #:00 P, M.=Dinner concert by the | WRBZ Trio, T7:00 P, Eastern, leagues, 7:30 P. M.—Bedtime story for the children, “Genius of Eminent Men | and Women I Have Met," Par by Daniel G, Hitchcock., Humorous re- marks, §:00 P, M.—Concert by Mrs, W, E, Jewett, soprano: Mary Stegle, accom- panist and the WBZ Trio, 9:00 P, M,—Baseball scores, 0 P, M.—Popular dance concert by Happy and His Orchestra. WRC Radio Corp. of America—Washington, M.—Children's Hour, Albion, 8:00 P. M.—Wig Wags from Wash- ington, by Theodore Tiller, 8:10 P, M.—Song recital, by Mil-| dred Gurne, 8:20 P, th Douse, 8:30 P. M.—Song recital, by Caro- lyn Manning. 8:46 P. M.—Piano recital by Kath- erine McNea 9:00 P, M. lery Renshaw 9:10 P. M.—Violin recital, by Ken- neth Douse. 9:20 P. M.—Song recital, by JAmes Nolan. 9:30 P. M.—Song recital, by Edna Hillyard Howard. 10:00 P. M. Vivienne Gillmore, WIZ (Aeolian Hall, N. Y. M,—~Baseball scores of the American and National 6:00 P, by ~Violin recital, by Ken- Readings by Anne Til- ong recital, by City) 6:00 P. M.—Closing quotations of the New York Stock Excharfge. 6:05 P, M.—Woodfolk story, Thornton Burgess. 6:20 P. M.—St. Nicholas story for older children. 7:30 P. M. National and 7:35 Dole. 7:45 P. M.—Recital by Los Kamp, noted contralto. 8:00 P. M.—The Outlook Literary | Talk. 8:15 P. M.—Recital by Virginia Los Kamp, contralto. §:30 P. M.—Estey organ recital, di- rect from the Estey studios. 8:15 P. M.—“Our Friend, the Dog,"” by Henry A. Watson, editor of IMield and Stream. | 9:30 P. M.—Music from the Mark Strand theater. | 10:15 P. M.—Concert by Margaret | | Mannigre, soprano. | RN Pt & WEA (American Tel. and Tel. Co.,, N. Y.) Joekie b 7:30 P. M.—United Cigar Stores| company's daily sport talk, by Thorn- | ton Tisher. John J. Morris, baritone. Henry Collins Brown, editor of Val- entine’s Manuel of New York city, |and director of the Metropolitan 2a) by Final baseball scores, merican leagues. | P. M.—"Dogs,” by Frank| Virginia Give the Family Dessert Delicious — and ready in a jiffy. Needs no sugar \WHAT! 5AM S5W(KT | MUST GO AND (HEER HIM_ i 0P AND F 300 WONT GIE ME.|! YOUR ADDAESS VLL FIND HIM ANYWAY Museum of Art. Marguerite Dunlap, contralie and Ellsabeth Allardyee, so. prane, L M. D'Acugna, planist | (General | 6:00 P, M.~PFroduce haseball results. T 1 Dame. Riding with bim in the autes Family on Way to Reunion In Accident, Boy Is Killed | Poue 2 taslr tw seur it v Conn, Sept, 24.—A 16| Henry, Napoieon Bernard, was kitled and six mem- | Dame and Clare Dame. With o5 family shaken up and |ception of the infant all sulfered when the autemobile carrylng | minor brul o sudden was the ae- hem from their homes in Filchburg, | eldent thal anet automebile, . 1o & family reunion at Brook- | traxeling close bel and alse bear- Conn,, overturned after skidding | ing Fitehburg residents (o the reualon wel pavement opposit the Grove | parrewly escaped plunging inte the Btreet Cometery here yesterday. wreckage. Albert Dame, the driver, The dead boy is Joseph Napo was net held. WwGY Electric Co.—Scheneetaty, rket quotations; news i40 P, M.-—Baseball scores. 45 P, M.—~Concert program, and held to ransom-——her rison A MADHOUSE— utiful Hope Ranger, the multimillionaire, Loring Ranger's daughter, re- solved on A DASH FOR FREEDOM A companion was to share in the attempt—Dr, Kelsey, a prisoner with her, Their chance came. Their cap- tors’ vigilance slumbered—just for an instant. For that instant a swift auto was left at the asylum’s door, unattended. Hope sprang to. the wheel, Kelsey to the seat beside her. Smash! Right through the wall which shut them off from liberty the girl drove the car. Pursuit shrieked behind—for, to bystanders who saw the escape, the fugitives were two fleeing lunatics. “Swallowed Up” by MRS. . WILSON WOODROW is athrill with such incidents Starting Serially in THE HERALD SEPTEMBER 27 EveryFiction Reader | Knows Mrs. Wilson Woodrow through her stories in such maggzines as Harper’s, Mun- sey’s, McClure’s, The Cosmopolitan, The Metropolitan, The Smart Set, The American —all of them. Few tellers of tales, either short stories or novels, have commanded such audiences in this generation as Mrs. Wilson Woodrow. | 1 L 1 Snapshots. rr— e By GLUYAS WILLIAMS Portrait of a Woman Selecting French Pastry. DT ¥ SAYS SHE ALWAYS OR- DERS TRENCH PASTRY POR DESFERT-IT'S SUCH TUN CHOOSING FINALLY REMEMBERS IT WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE SHE HAD THOSE ASKS AREN'T THERE ANY OF THOSE CHOCOLATE CURL: EYCEW KIND OF THINGS WITH LITTLE DABS OF SOME- THING ON THEM CASTS HER EYE HUNGRILY OVER— TRAY APTER MUCH MENT,?_ AGONY MAKES HER. SELECTION. Dh$COVERS, INi NICK ORyTIME IT ASKS PRIEND P SHE THINKS THAT ONE WOULD BE RiZH ASKS WAITER FOR DETAILS OF THE N- SIDES-OF VARIOUS KINDS RETURNS TO CONTEMP- LATION OF TRAY B ” =y s/ HAS WHIPPED CREAM IN IT EXPLAINS WHAT WHIPPED CREAM NARROWS CHOICE DOES TO HER. DOWN O TWO | Copyright, 1523, by The McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WITH EACH BITE OF ECMAIR. WISHES ShE HAD TAKEN SOME - THING ELSE DECIDES AT LAST MIN- Wi TO PLay IT SATE AND TAKES AN ECLAIR, MAKES A PRESH START AND RINALLY 7 33 KI5y ME PGRIN BEFORE | 3 4 \ BEG JOUR PRRDON) VA = (AN Yol TELL ME WHERE. MR GULTLEM LNES * | =