The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 14, 1922, Page 9

i ib atte SATURDAY, JANUARY 14, 1922. —————— FgSiqwshoe Iai CR Sn re oe &dison’ £Q a (Continued From Page 6) } the distance quickly, Virgina ould go forth Inte the drifts again | dim With a look of surprice. It did not mean, however, that the} “I'm planning a longer dash than ime was ripe for them to take their/ I had in mind at first,” he told her sled and mush inte Bradleyburg. The| “it's impertant—" he hesitated, and w was still too soft for long|a lie came to his Kips, But it was ts. They had no tent or pack| not such a falsehood ax would be animals, and they simply would have| marked, in ineffaceable letters, te wait for the most favorable cir against him on the Rook of Jute feamstances to attempt the journey | ment, He spoke to save the girl any h any safety whatever, In the|false hopes. “It's about my mine,” snow they could only make, at} he sald, “and I'll not dikely be back most, ten miles a day; the sled} before tomorrow night. It might a hard to drag; and the bitter cold take even longer than that. Would At the nights would claim them/| you be afratd to stay alone?” imuickly. It was not merely an al:| “There's nothing to be afraid of Rernative or a convenience with them | here,” the girt replied, “But it will to Walt for the crust, It was simply | be awfully lonesome without you. But Mmavoidable. Worst of all, the early | if you think you've got a real clew, er storms were net done; and a/I wouldn't ask you to stay.” getere bitexard on the trail would put “It's a real clew.” The man spoke met ed by writt end to their journey. softly, rather painfully. Bhe won : But once more Virginia coufa|dered why he did not show more eA Pekarch the snow for traces of her|jubliation or excitement. “You've there | Jover, And after the jubilant even: | got your pistol and you can bolt the ui r3 i abil il sbbbeareisttis i ebb ead , if ? dean Baal & Sas Siaseseeskaag Wi [rt 2 pil i. i BBS AAE? ies mg meal—held In celebration of the pletion of the snowshore—the girl stood in the cabin doorway, took. | a long time into the snow-swept | waste. Tt was a clear, fey night, and the Northern Lights were more vivid land beautiful than she had ever seen door. I've got plenty of wood cut There's kindling too--and you can light a fire in the morning. If you put @ big leg on tonight you'll have glowing coals in the morning It Will be cold getting up, and 1 wish I could be here to build your fire. But f don't think I can.” The whole forest world was wan d ghostly in the mysterious Veht trees looked strange and dark, ive wae destroyed. some lunch for you right away.” He took a piece of dried moose meat, a can of beans and another of the far) marmalade, and these, with a num d to come from all directions, | his lunch. “Re careful of yourself.” With the effeet of collision in| he told her at parting. “If 1 don't ithe sky, and filled the great dome} eet back tomorrow, don’t worry. And with uncanny light, Sometimes the| pray for me.” feod of radiance would spread and She told him she iter in waves, like # great, gor.) did not guces the context of the igeous canopy stirred by the wind,| prayer his own heart asked. Flv land fragments and balls of .fire| prayer was for failure, rather than would spatter the breadth of the sucerss. heavens, As always, in the face of| Following hin own tracks, he went ‘the great phenomena of nature, Bill | directly back to the mysterious snow. was deeply awed. | shoe trail. He followed swiftly down “We're not the only ones to see it.” | !t, anxious to know his fate at the Virginia told him softly. “Some-/ first possible instant. He saw that where I think—I feel—that Harold, the trail was fresh, made that morn- is watching it too. Somewhere over| ing: he had every reason to think this snow.” | that he could overtake the man who Pil did not anewer, and the girl had made it within a few hours turned to him in tremulous appeal. He was not camped on the Yaga— “Won't you find him for me, whoever had come mushing thru the BN whe cried. “You are so strong! silences that morning. From the #© capable—you can do anything, | river to the point where he had found anything you try. Won't you find the tracks was much too great a Rim and bring him back to me?" | distance for any musher to cover In ‘The man tooked down at her, and a few hours since dawn, There was Bis face was ashen. Perhaps tt was|nothing to believe but that the nly the effect of the Northern |stranger’s camp lay within a few Lights that made his eyes seem so miles of his own. He decided, from and strange. | hie frequent stone, that the man had been hunting: there was nothing to xtr indicate that he was following a trap One clear, icy night a gale sprang line. The frequent tracks in the ‘wp im the east, and Virginia and Bill | mow, however, indicated an unital fell to eleep to the sound of ita com.|ty good tracking country. He won plaint. It swept ike a mad thing dered if strangere—Indians, most thra the forest, shattering down the | likely—-had come in to poach on his @ead snags. shaking the snow from | domain. the limbs of the spruce, roaring and| He did not catch up with the trav. poughing in the tree tops, and bius-|eler in the mow. The man had tering. like an arrogant for, around | mushed swiftly. But shortly after the cabin walls. And when Bill went|the noon hour his keen eyes saw a forth for hie morning’s woodcutting Wisp of amoke drifting thru the trees he fotnd that his snowshoes did not | and his heart leaped in his breast break thru the crust. He pushed on, emerging all at once ‘The wind had blown and crusted | upon a human habitation. the drifts during ¢he night. But it| ‘It was a lean-too, rather than a @i4 not mean that he and his com. cabin. Some logs had been used in panion could start at once down to its construction, but mostly its walle the settlements. The chust was, Were merely frames, thatched heavily treacherous and possibly only tem. | With spruce boughs. A fire smoldered porary. The clouds had overepread im front. And his heart leaped with @gain, and any moment the snowfall | indeseribabie relief when he saw that Might recommence. The fact re- (neither of the typ men that were Mained, however, that it was the be | squatted in the leanto mouth was F ginning of the end. Probably in athe stranger that had passed | few more weeks, perhaps days, it camp six years before. Would be anfe to start their journey. Bill had old acquaintance with the | Bilt was desolated by the thought. (type of man that confronted him The morning, however, could not | now. One of them was Joe Robin he wasted. It permitted him to make | son—en Indian who had wintered in @ash over to a certain stream | Bradleyburg a few years before. Bill urther down toward the Yuga River | recognized him at once; he came of eh of any sign of the Ioat/a breed thet outwardly, at least The stream itself was frozen to blue steel. and the snow had cov. ered it to the depth of several feet, but there might be blazes on the trees or the remnants of a broken cabin to indicate the location of the lost claim. He had searched this Particular stream once before, but ft was one of the few remaining places that he hadn't literally combed from the springs out of which it flowed to its mouth. He started out immediately It was not Bil! should make the search t time. There was nothing about him to indicate his age. He might be thirty—perhaps ten years older. Bill felt fairly certain, however, that he was not greatly older legend to the contrary old Indian ie among the patriarchs, and pneumonia or some other ev child of the northern winter, him quickly: about three-fourths pure. His had been a full-blooded squaw father a breed from the lake region that at day. When about two miles from the to the east. He was slovenly as were abin he thru a rift in the dis-| most of his kind: unclean; and the trees, a distinct trail in the most distinguished traite about him snow were not to his ecredit—a certain It waa too far to determine what quality of craft and treachery in his it was kely it was only the track ,lupine face. His yellow eyen were of a wild 1al—a leaping caribou | too close together; his mouth was brutal “if That cut deep into the drifts, or per His companion od Rape a bear, tardy in hibernating. | with a dangerous mixture French, No one could blame him, he thought, | was a man unknown to Bill—but the if he didn’t go to investigate. It was |latter did not desire a closer ac 4 matter he would not even have to duaintance. He was a boop com panion and a mate for Joe Yet both of them pomexsed some Eimention % Virginia. Moment in the drifts, He stood a torn by an In Ber strogele. \thing of that strange aloofness and Bill was an extremely sensitive | dignity that is a quality of ail their fan and his senses were trained | people. They showed no surprise at @ren to the half-psychic, mysterious | Bill's appearance. In th mighty mtions of the forest life, and he| forests human beings were ns rare 4 a distant premonition of disss-|a sight as would be an aorplane te fer. All his fondest hopes, African savages, yet they glanced at dreams, all the inner-guardians of | him seemingly with little i t. It hie own happiness told him to keep| was true, however, that these men to his search, to journey on his way | knew of his residence in this imme. 1 forget he had seen the tracks, | diate section of Clearwater, The ery desire of Seif spoke in warn. |of his father’s mine was a legend ing to him. But Bill Bronson had | known all over that particular part & higher law than self. Long ago, |of the p ee; they knew that he in front of the ramshackle hotel in| sought it yearly, clear up to the trap Sradieyburg, he had given a prom: | ping season, When the snows were fae; and he had reaffirmed it in the | deep, they were well aware that he gleam of the Northern Lights not/|ran trap lines ‘down the Grizz’ many nights before, There was no | Kt Human habitants of the » hold him to his pledged word. | North are not so many but they keep here were none that need know; no | good track of one another's business one to whom he must answer but| But they had a better reason atill his own soul. Yet even while he | for knowing that he was near. The stood, seemingly hesitating between | prevailing winds blew down toward |them from Bill's camp, and |times, thru the unfathomable silence of the snowy forest, they had heard the faint report of his loud-mouthed the two courses, some: what he must do. It was imponsible for Pill to be false to himself. He could not dis- Obey the laws of his own being. He | gun. would be steadfast. He turned and| It is doubtfn! that a white man— went over to investigate the tracks, |even a resident of the forest such as he already knew He was not in the least eurprived |B 14 have heard as much, He cir nature. Those that had or-| was a woodsman, but he did not in dained his destiny had never written herit, straight from a thousand The trail was distinctly | themselves. Aa it was, he had mnowshoes, and it led away|a chanee to guess their presence. rd the Yuen River |The wind always carried the sound glanced once. then turned | of their rifles away from him rather back toward luis cabin, He mushed! than wward lim; besides, Weir guns (Fithem. Bill thought that she was| She gave him a «mile and was) J Gwatching their display: if he had/|startied sober in the middle of it Known the real subjects of her} All at once she saw that the man ights, he would not have come|was pale. He had, then, found a stood in the doorway with her.| clew of real importance, “Go abead would have left her to her dreams, | of course,” she tokt him. “We'll fix mtain gleamed. The streamers | ber of dried biscuits, would comprive | would, but she) his | changes little before the mareh of In spite of a forty-year claims Joe's blood, he remembered, was mother his "PAGE 9 BY STANLEY eo? ® STAR BY AHERN ' THE SEATTLE OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN CMon BUS! “TROT 'EM ALONG: IVE GOTA STY (NW MY EYE Now FROM LOOKING POR THis Kip! WAS CUCKOO WHEN T BLEW (N= TH’ WoMEN WERE ALL DOING “TH’ YOUR AUNT KNowW MHERE You WERE GOING ALVIN |» We LOOKED ALL OVER FOR NOU, AM! WE WERE (Yoo oY [HES MIGHTY “SS TouT ———-___—— -- ? WHY SONNY | WONT GET STARTED | TiLt. ABour TWo OCLocK'y ude LESTER'S HOUSE AN T CALLED UP MY AUNTY ON LESTER'S ov TELEPHONE To “TELL | | | BY 1O A.M, *POPAINSLEY HAD JUST ABOUT RUINED THAT YOUNG FELLER FROM THE Crry WHO WANTED TOHELP HIM SAW VvooD —— JALLVIN HELD UP CHOW AN HOUR BY BEING 'LOST' ===. DOINGS OF THE DUFFS ‘TOM, HOW DID You FRAME IT UP, OR DID You TELL YOUR WIFE You WERE GOING TO PLAY POKER TONIGHT P were of amatier caliber and had a leas violent report. Last of all about shooting goad reason they Hh tO dine are certain laws Fory Like a Goose they had been cateful For a certain very had no desire for cir presence. The among the north Noth GOODBY, HELEN! VLLBE HOME EARLY - GOODBY: GOODBY- PLAY *EM TIGHT AND -. REMEMBER IGET 7 HALF OF ALL You win} 1 DIDN'T SAY WHAT | WAS GOING To Do- 1 JUST SAID 1 HAD TO GO OUT~ HAHA YOURE A LUCKY Doc! | NO,1 PUT IT OVER WASN'T SHE A ALL RIGHT~1 HINTED UTTLE SUSPICIOUS P | THAT |HADTOGOTO if A BUSINESS MEETING J 9 jern men, as to trapping rights ing can be learned in the provincial statute books concerning these laws. Mostly they are unwritten; but their influence is felt beyond the | Arctic Circla. ‘They state quite clear [ly that When a man Is down a line of traps, for a certain dixtance }0@ each side of him the district is his, and no one shall poach on his preserves, And lately been partners in ing to clear the whole ture. |. They had no tden but that Min had @iscovered their trap lines and had come to make trouble, For all that they mut #0 still and aloof, Joe's mind had flashed to rifle in the corner of the lean-to, six fe away He rather wished it was nearer, His friend Pete the Breed was considerably re- assured by the feel of his long, keen jbladed knife against his thigh Knives, atéer all, were very effective a close work. The two of them could really afford to be insolent. | And they were considerably amazhd at Bill's firet question. He jbad left the mowshoe trail that evt jdently Paseed in front of the shelter and had crossed the snow crunt to |the mouth of the Jean-to, “Did one of you make thore tracks out there he asked. He felt certain of them had. sure. ‘There wae a quality in Bits volce that usually, even from such gentry as this, won him a quick responae. [Joe's mind gave over the Insolence it had planned. But for all that | Bits inner triumph waa doomed to be rhort-lived clear these an undertak region of ite that one He only asked to make! “No.” Joe erunted. “Our pardner made it, Follow it down—pretty soon Ld another cabin.” (Continued Monday} ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Baton BUSKINS’ POEM I DON'T THINK L WANT OF THIS —— IT Looxs UW IT HAS ONIONS IN (TT. ANY KS ’ By Ma * Pook.” aa i bel_ Cleland _»« Page 573 HOW AUNT MARY GOT TE (Chapter 3) The thing @idn't sound like) ‘Hom-m-fn.m’ and she took a speon sense to Porgy, as she listened, | and tabted it, but she kept Ustening,| “Then she shook her head, hoping that pretty soom ahe would | jHii0 sugar into some of che julce, understand. | tasted and smiled. “Uncle George couldn't see ft."| “Afternoon came, and past the qrantincther’s: teland on, | door of the little house rode the “put he ate all of his second piece | ee wetness of ple and pushed back bis chair| , “Aunt Mary stood tn the open GOLD right on went pe RSF | re a out -. bee rir ee 3 DON'T THINK % WANT ANY OF IT. na . te that same delic is sme! Many of the Fairy Queen’s little elves do ride in soap bub- “Well, there's one thing sure, | which bad danke Chale ewes SINCE THAT BIRD HAS BEGN HOVERING le cars. whellier you get rich on ‘em or| “* nuestions. storped, friendly T TAKS ENOUGH Buskins took Naney and Nick} “No, nof* eried the children. “Do not, nobody could make @ better! fashion, and were asked to come back to the appletres elevater|¥ou know it, Buskins? Won't you dried apple ple than that! in and have pie. Pie and cidert tell us?” | oa ‘The brown apple-water with a when they re ready leave th “We have a minute er so before That pleased Aunt Mary, and little eugar was the ‘older.’ Land of Lost Balloons. | we. aante the she gathered up her dish so I'll say fairyman. and | hat I know,” “It goen this ‘That's worth a dollar a slice,’ said one man. “"Al right,’ Aunt Mary answer. “There are other countries for you to me in the Kingdom-Up-in-the-Air,” nald way- washed them, and before she went} to bed she put « big bowl of ap- said the little fairyman, pulling at| | “ ed, “A dollar a slice it is, and you the fron handle on the side of the| AN aboard for a ride in the soap ples to soak; she mennt to sell) oo. get it whenever you want it.’ € » many things o straight | bubhie car, ples the next night because it/| “Men came in crowds—so many ra hey With walls of finest glasm, would be Saturday and the little t Aunt Mary worked early, and r , aia of It is round like the moon and shines |} town would be full of miners with | Mate at her baking—« quarter of a countries for tnem to stay in. How like a ster, 3 | pie and a tn cup of ‘cider’ sold their pockets full of gold about going to Soap Bubble Lund) And its passengers are first class. | oe ee | for $1! next It spins like @ top and rolls like a So bright and early on Satur. “And out of that grew the big “Oh, that would be lovely,” erted ball jf day morning she was up, and| Barnes restaurants on Nancy. “I've always wondered where! And can travel upside down, |] when she had done her regular | past and the fortune that the soap-bubbles went when they| It needs no track and no engine at|f one ghe started on the pier | . joated off away up into the air over Mn, | ri Gold mines!” she sniffed again, our head And its station is Soap Bubble| Hem-m-m! she said, as she! wo mines! Everywhere if we “1 sometimes pretend’ that 1 am ‘Town. | saw the brownish water in which} only look for them and work for ‘inside of them,” said Nick. “I pre-| ‘Tw fairies ride *round in this won the apples had soaked over night, | them.” tend that I am a fairy and the soap-| derful ear, | tek tek . bubbles are cars and I go on tray-! All painted with purple and blue, SenEneneraneEeeE Ee bu r a | (All pete erie ee aan won X Spine iamigey sagen oe jand by the primitive instincts of the | I was “showing off’ to the big cwyell, well,” adid Buskitia, “that’s po fat | Then I asked him if his own) Nandy had agreed, was the mst word| race, if he didn’t believe in inhibi-| producer, proving to him that I an idea it to tell che truth, many| Ike folks on a journey do. | daughter, Ann sir of my own |in human developme mt Te was the (tions for himeelf—he would go over |a mind as well as @ nose and chin of the Fairy Qu littie elvea do| ‘That's all,” said Buskins. “Here | ase, often dixeu such deep ques: | higher conscience he. tre: Gd] eae oe tne abi i i . ich w Hde in soap-bubble cars. Five you|we aret’ tions with him. And as he stam-|vidualist Nad reached the point} ‘"'¢ Case of the abyss, he would re-}which would photograph to a movie ever heard the poem about it?’ red some confused reply, suddenly | where he could think for himsetf,| U9 to the conditions of the ape | director's satisfaction, (To Be Continued) a - from whieh man ——+|from a corner of my mind, leaped words, He was above the hampering sules | sentences, and comph'te ideas |of custom and conduct, risen, I was delighted to let McMaster Men who asked for liberty and/see that IT was not one bit like some | ° ¢ individualism, altogether dif- | But at that point, great danger} made it license, reverted to the /other girls he had known, | Confessions of a Movie Star |ferent from McMasters' theory about! confronted the individualist, Nundy | monkey, Nandy said. That was the} Most of all was pleased to let hitn please y If—and you'll please | believed. Two paths stretched be- | subtle secret of the danger of trying |know that I recognized an abyss (Copyright, 1921, Seattle Star) everybody.” fore him. One led to greater) to be “individual,” ‘They supposed|when it stretched at my feet. And | Once I had heard Motherdear and| heights, one led to the edge of an! themselves to be free, but they re |I hoped that he discovered my mean. F TERS J 4CT7e9 | Nandy discuss “the high conscience.” | abyss. Mc MAS PERS AND I DISCUSS The talk was over my head at| If the individualist had freed him ETHICS the time, but what they said I had|self from ordinary human tempta- Hysteria, I suppose, excited that)ing that I didn't comprehend, that 1|packed into a little pocket of my/tions, for example, if he scorned mained slaves to their emotions! | ing Nandy was wongerfully clever, didn't | the Mr. McMasters think so? | Thus I chattered. And by quoting | CHAPTER LXII Wife and home, for him, were higher conscience; Rosalie and the red dress located the abyss. Of course, I didn’t say that, t | undignified le in response to Me: | guessed I was foo young to know| memory, I made a feeble outline of| physical ease, he would choose the|Nandy, I clarified my own mind.| trusted that the man was clover Masters’ flattery what he was talking about. That fit for MeMasters. [senert path—and arrive at truth, Morvover, T had a funny Litue pride | enough to do a little thinking, 1 disguised my mirth by explain: | was, for a few minutes, the uth, dadividualiamy, Motherdear and) But i bo was ruled by bis body |in the comversation ‘ To Bo Continued "Y