The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 3, 1923, Page 11

(Continued From Yesterday) But they were around the bend by ow, and Hen’s breath caught as If im a triumphant gasp, Already all opportunity for the girl to swim to shore was trremediahly past. While he could still contro! the canoe with comparative case, the river wae a ewift-moving sheet of water that would carry any one but the strong- @xt swimmer remorseleasly into the rapids below who bas come into a great happl- Rena, and rested on Nis paddle. “Push into shore,” the girl urged. “The home ahore—4f you can. Then TM go and find him and try to quiet him. He'll kill you tf you don’t.” A short pause followed the girl's words, The man smiled coldly into her eyes “He'll kill me, will het be re peated ‘The response to the atmple ques- tion was simply unmitigated terror, swift and deadly, surging thru the girl's frame, It caught and twisted her throat muscles Ii cruel hand; and her childish eyes widened and @arkened under his contemptuous gare. “What do you mean? she asked breathiessty. “What—are you going te dor” “He won't kill me,” Ben went on. “T may kill him—and I will if I can —dut he won't kill me See—we're Going faster all the time.” Tt was true. Strokes of the paddle Were no longer necessary to prope? the craft at the breakneck pace. It sped Uke an arrow—straight toward the perilous cataracts below. ‘The girl watched him with tran- @eending horror, and slowly the truth went home. The supplies in the boat, her father’s desperate attempt to fescue her, even at the risk of her own life and the cost of Ben's, this ‘white, exultant face before her, more terrible than that of the wolf be- tween, the cold reptile eyes so full of some unhallowed emotion—et last he saw their meaning and relation ‘Was tt death—was that what this mad man tn the stern had for her? There was no plead- Ren smiled, tke a man | SPRUCE 1920-Littla Brown & Company and seared behind hin eyes, They were of one blood, this man tn the | stern and the wolf on the duffie “Then why—" “You're safe with me-—the daugh ter of Jeff Neilson can't ever be any thing but safe with me—as far as the thing you fear ts concerned Don’t be afraid for that. I'm simply paying an honest debt, and you're }the unfortunate agent. Don't you know the things he's fearing now are more torment to him than anything T could do to bis flesh? If we should be killed in these rapids that coming, tt will be fair enough too; he'll know what it ts to lose the | you and me tt will only be a minute that won't greatly matter, For him it will be weeke—months! But that’s only a part of ft I hope to }bring you thru. The main thing is that sooner or later they'll come for you—into a country where I'll | have every advantage, Where won't be any esoape or chance Where I can watch the trails, shatter them—every one--as slow or as fast an I like, Where | they'll have to hunt for me, week on | week and month on month, their fears eating into them. That's my |game, Heatrica There will be din- comfort for you—and some danger— but Ill make ft as light as I can. | And tn another moment——* “You've still got time to turn the girl answered him, seem- ingly without feeling, “Glide into | shore, and we'll try to catch an over | hanging limb. It's ory last warning.” Tt was true that a few seconds re- jmmined In which they might, with herole effort, save themselves, Hut |these were passing: already they could see the gleaming whitecaps of | the cataract below. ‘The roar of the wild waters was in thetr ears. Ahead they could se |great rocks, emerging lke fangs dove the water, sharp-edesd and t with spray, The boat was shud- |dering; the water seem to covet j them, and @ great foree, like the | band of a river ged, reached at them | from beneath as if to crush them tn| | merciless grasp. A hundred yards! }farther the smooth, swift water fell | inte a seething, roaring cataract such a manifestation of the mighty powers of nature as checks the breath and awes the heart—a death stream in which seemingty the canoe would be shattered to pleces In an . | Instant Ben shook his head. The girl's OUR BOARDING HOUSE SAV! CMERE AN CRACK YouR EYES ON THIS CHECK FOR FIFTY DOLLARS I GoT TODAY FROM MY UNCLIE HUGO = AN' T WAS s'Posep “To STeP INT GEvVeN Years OF LOPSIDED LUCK FoR BREAKING A MIRROR, EH 2 HA-HA+ AT"THIG RATE FL WENT IN A MIRROR PALACE WITH A“TWeahy FOOT LADDER 1'D come OUT A MILLIONAIRE [ THE SEATTI 7 WATT. MavBe YoulLt GET GouR WHISTLE Wien Y4tRY "1 casi tr! = VouR UNCLE MIGHT & Bee DZZY WMH GoMe OF “THAT WINDMILL CIDER an! THOUGHT HE WAS WRITING POETRY when WE BENT A PEN ov “WaT check ! HOW Do You DO- SAY, HOW MUCH WILL IT ‘To MOVE MY HouseHoLo GOODS FROM HAZEL TO HILLSDALE DRIVE P cost AVE. OH,1 ONLY WANTED THE FURNITURE AND THAT SoeT OF THING MOVED- NOT THE JB STAR BY AHERN - No ust BUS «Youll Have “1 PLAN OFF “THAT SEVEN VEAR SCHEDULE OF BAD LUCK ANYHOW = MANBE ONTH! WAY OTH’ BANK YMiatT Grr DUSTED BY AN AUTO AN! HAVETA SPEND THAT FIFTY BUTTONS FoR A SET OF MAHOGANY carewes! /] WHOLE HOUSE AND On, ABOUT A HUNDRED AND | | the hard eyes before | White hand Mashed to her side, then | only too plainly how | Tose sure and steady, holding her! fi i i i i there iE Hy He i! d 4 i ; f fit? x5 Hi aitsé id i Hj rk E i face. Her woman's intuition gave her added vision, and she glimpsed something of the fire that «moidered | pistol, “Turn quick, or I'll fire,” she ii pity ae ite i i: E | Be § reached the bank of the gray river. Only one more gtimpee of the canoe glimpse came too late, He saw the light barge just as it hovered at the crest of the rapida Piven if he could have shot straight at so great a range and had killed the man in the stern, no miracle could have saved his daughter. She would have been tn- wtantly swept to her death against turned to him then, and he made his DOES IT TAKE FINE FEATHERS TO MAKE FINE BIRDS? “Did you ever try to get a nice of crossing the plains, and even | plento supper in the rain, or to make a camping party look and feel comfy in a surnmer shower?” Mrs. Kellogg asked. “Then you know just a little of how miser- able we were and how helpless mother was to make us feel any better, unless she could in some way get a fire built. “But she couldn't bulld « fire of sodden sticks, and as she stood trying to think how she might manage, she naw smoke rising cheertly from the big chiraney of a sturdy log house not far away. “‘It's all right, children,’ she called out to us. ‘Stay right here in the wagon, till mother comes back. There's fire in the house. Pretty noon I'll get you some nice hot supper, then we will feel better’ “Now, in the sturdy log house lived a Mr. DeVore, Hoe was one of the first ministers in the state, and be had, only « short time be fore, brought bis bride to live in the log houne at Stellacoom “Men. DeVore was very beautt ful ainp, and stately, and she was not used to the new country and know but little of the weno | wn —_—_—_—_—_ less about how she ought to treat the brave, splendid pioneers who might knock at her door, “fo when she heard a knock at her door and opened tt to look down at my lovely Iittle mother all draggied in the rain, she falled to see mother’s loveliness; she didn't hear the gentle tones of her voice; she saw only @ d@raggied and pitiful stranger who was ask- ing to be allowed to use the min ister’s fire to cook food for her children. “So to mother’s tired request, she waid, ‘My husband ts away. 1 am alone. I cannot let you come in until he returns, Then I will ask him about it’ “Then, just as mother was turm ing away, discouraged an4 out of heart, Mr. DeVore came tm, and his big warm heart asked no ques- tions. In a twinkling he had her toasting her tired little feet by the fire and in a very short while we had our promised hot supper “But, after father came, such a time as we had finding « house to live inf” (To Be Continued) vouchsafed him, and that) work at the sight of him. The face before him was drawn and white; but there was no time “Ray, ¢o you knew of a canoe any- where—up or down this river?” “There's one at the landing. None jother I know of.” “Think, mant You where we can get one? “No. Old Hiram’s cance “was the only one. What's the matter?” “Do you think there's one chance hed @ million of getth thone rapids ona raft dont know Even at this high water @ canoe | wouldn't have a chence In ten of making {t. The river's falling every |hour-—” | “I know ft, Do you suppose there's @ canoe in town?” “No! Of course there inn‘t—one that you could ever dream about shooting those rapids in. Bestdea, by (the time we got there and packed it |up—tt would take two days to pack |it the best we could do-—the river would be too far down tb tackl trip at all. And ft won't come up again till falh—you know that. Tell | me what's the matter. Has Beatrice | | “Beatrice has gone down, that's an” “Then she’s dead—no hope of any- thing eles. Only an expert could hope to take her thru, and there's nothing to live on Back There What's the use of trying to follow —r | Neilson straightened, his yon marching Ray's, “She's got food, I suppossn And she's got an expert paddler to take Ner there.” Ray's face seemed to darken before his eyes, His hands cloned, shook in Ms face, then caught at Netison’ shoulders, “You don't mean-—she's run away?” . “Don't be @ fool Not run away— abducted. ‘The prospector I told you about—Darby—wan the old man’s partner. He'n paying uns back. Heaven only knows what the gtrt's fate will be—I don't dare to think of it Ray, I wish to God 1 haa died before T ever saw thin day!” Ray stared blankly. “Then he found out—about the murder? he Here's hin letter, Take time and read It, There's no use to try to act before we think-—how to act if I could only neo a way: Ray read the letter carefully, crumpling it at last In savage wrath, “It's your fault!” he eried. “Why @idn't you save her, for me as I've always asked you to do, why did you THE OLD HOME TOWN TURNING AT MAIN ANID MARKET STREETS, OLD GENERAL WAS GAINING SPEED SO RAPIDLY THAT IT SEEMED ONLY SECONDS UNTIL AUNT SARAH’ PEABODYS TREASURED Box OF FREIGHT WOULD BE DASHED To PIECES AGAINST SOME STORE FRONT, ree ' SAID, ONE HUNDRED AND “TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS DIDN'T 1? PL. CALL You UP— 1 THINK | CAN TALC To You BETTER ' OVER THE PHONE - BY CONDO AR, TRE, L Don't THNK THS Dic ts Gx ACTLY RIGHT. Cur te i 2 ANO GST Busy wry ¥ cCHeck CHAR — AND OK OR Le ADD ANOTHER POR "PROFESSIONAL SGRVICE’ we BE SOM & a SE6RVICS ty let hor go out with him et all? I'll bet she wanted to “I'd rather she had, being taken by force!” man—aged incredibly in « few little minutes—slowly straightened. don’t storm at me, Ray!” he warned,|come for her—and he'll be waiting carefully and quietly. | lot from you, but today I'd kill you| My God, for one word!” ‘They faced each other tn black dis- | dain, but Ray knew he spoke the truth. this man's wrath today. “And if you'd let me croak this evil like I wanted to, tt wouldn't have happened either, But there's nol and got a big outtit—all the horses his faith in deaperate craft, “If instead of The older “But “T've stood a There was no toying with ‘ OUT OUR WAY ee Mths SAY BOSS, DAT MULE KNOW JES See FN 2 na cove SO Corellon “THE NUMBER OF CHUTES WASH FUNK HAS “TO USE. DEPENDS ON THE FRAME OF MIND HIS MULE IS IN + girl's @ gonor, sure; she's deep im the rapids by now.” “You, and it's part of this man’s hellish plan to take her clear thru to Back There, You ses, hoe dares us to jand ready for us, mark my words. she’s probably dead— | smashed to ptocar—already!™ “He says he's got the old man's letter, leaving the claim to him. That | messes up things even worse.” “1 wish I'd never heard of the claim. ‘There's only one thing to do, and that’s to rush into Snowy Gulch and supplies we can find—and go after her by land.” “Yes, and walk right into his trap. ‘Think again, Netlson. It would take weeks anf months to get in that way. Besides, what would happen to the claim while we're gone?” "You needn't fear for the clatm! Of course, I'd expeot you to think of that first—you who loved Beatrice #0 | dearly!" Netison’s face was white jwith disdain, “It'll be recorded in our names, by then—Ikely Chan ts already in Bradleyburg—and Darby himself ts the only man on earth wo have to fear.” He paused, putting want to cinch the claim, the first thing to do is go and stamp the life out of Darby; otherwise he'll turn up and make us trouble, just as he says.” “He can't do much tf the claim's recorded in our names!” “He can make us plenty of trouble If you want the girl, Ray—don't lose a minute, Put your things together as fast as you can, We'll try to get some men in Snowy Guleh to come with us—to join in the hunt—and we'll hire every pack horse in the country, Get busy and get busy ” quick.’ AContinued Tomorow) Weak _ Glands Require Scientific Treatment The fx-Government Physican ts a Gland Specialist and can be seen at | the Port of Health, 1327 Third aves FREE. % Opposite tha R, O—On Third