The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 12, 1923, Page 15

(Continued From Yesterday) PART THRER XxTx Ben rose at daybreak, wonderfully Tefreshed by (the night's sleep, and Dullt the fire at the cavern mouth. Was still asleep, and he was Sareful not to waken her. The days Would be long and monotonous for her, he knew, and the more time #he could apend in sleep the better, He did, however, steal to the Spening of the cavern and peer {nto her face The soft, morning light fell gently upon [t, bringing out it# Springtime freshness and the elusive Shades of gold in her hair, She More a child than a woman, some one to shelter and comfort rather than to harry as a foe. “Poor ttle girk" he murmured under his breath, “I'm going to make it as say for you as I can.” He meant what he said. He could @o that much, at least—extend to er every courtesy and comfort that ‘was in his power, and place his own servic to remove the night's tnvader—the Huge grizzly that lay dead just out- wide the cavern opening. They Would have use for this warm, furry Ride before their adventure was done. It would supplement their Supply of blankets; and if necessary M could be cut and sewed with threads of sinew into clothes. Be. eause the animal had but recently emerged from hibernation his fur, except for a few rubbed places, was Jong and rich—a beautiful, tawny. Gray that shimmoered like clothof- Bold in the light. Tt taxed his strength to the ut. Most to roll over the huge body an skin it. When the heavy skin was removed he laid it out, tntending to stretch ft as soon as he could Dulld a rack. He cut off some of the fat; then quartering the huge bedy, he dragged it away into the thickets. ‘The hour was already past ten; Dut Beatrice—worn out by the stress @f the night before—did not waken Until she heard the crack of her Pistol She lay a while, resting, Watching thru the civern opening Ben's efforts to prepare breakfast. A young grouse had fallen before the pistol, and her companion was Preparing tt for the skillet. girl watched with som his rather awkward efforts go about his work in silence— asleep. Fs t Hi ih z 3 g Es clumsily over a piece watched him with he mixed batter for ih 4 t el | I r i eyes to find him with boyish glee. & surprise—be proffered meanwhile raising in feigned fear of a blow. _ She laughed; then began upon her “Breakfast with genuine relish. Then brought her hot water and the toflet articles; and left the eave to prepare his own breakfast. “I'm going on a little hunt,” he| explanation: that he simply destred| aid, when this rite was over. “We can't depend on grouse and bear er. I hate to ask you to go—”" lis tone was hopeful; and she eould not doubt but that the lonely spirit of these solitudes had hold of him. They were two human beings in @ vast nese, and altho they were foes, they laughed secretly at his distress} ewer, ‘There are few meats In this imperfect earth to compare in fia | vor with that of the great, woodland joaribou, monarch of the high park- lands, “That means we do seme climb- tng, instead of watehing in the beaw r meadows, I'm ready—any time.” | They took the game trail up the | ridge, venturing at onoe into the vy spruce; but curiously enough, the mystertous hush, the dusky shadows did not appall Beatrice greatly today, The miles sped swift ly under her feet. Always there | were creatures to notice, or laugh at }—a nquirrel performing on @ branch, a squawking Canada jay surprised and utterly baffied by their tall for & — poroupine hunched into a spiny ball and pre tending & ferociousness that de ceived not even such hare-brained folk an the chipmunks In the tree roots, or those queens of stupidity the fool hens on the branch, In the way of more serious things some times they paused to gaze down on |some particularly beautiful glen | watered, perhaps, by a gleaming atream—or a long, dark valley steeped deeply in the ancient my» ticksm of the trackless wilds. He helped her over the steeps waited for her at bad crossings and meanwhile his thoughts found easy expression in words. He had | to stop and remind himself that sh¢ was his foe. Beatrice herself at [tempted no such remembrance; she was simply carrying out her resolve }to make the best of a deplorable | situation | She could see, however, | kept close watch of her. He in |tended to give her no opportunity }to strike back at him, He carried is rifle unloaded, 6 that if she | were abie, in an unguarded moment, | to wrest it from him she could not }turn ft against him. But there was }mo Joy for her in noticing these small precautions, They only re |minded her of her tmprisonment; and she wisely resolved to ignore them, They climbed to the ridge top, following 1¢ on to the plateau where patches of snow still gieamed white and the apruce grew in dark clumps leaving open, lovely parks between | Here they encountered their first caribou. This animal, however, was not to their liking in the way of meat for the table. A turn in the trail sud |denly revealed him at the edge of the glade, his white mane gleaming and bis graceful form aquiver with that unquestionable vitality that |eeems to be the particular property jot northern wild animals; but Ben [let him go his way. He was an old | bull, the monarch of his herd; he had ranged and mated and fought his rivals for nearly a score of [years in the wild heart of Rack | There—and hie fiesh would be most lly sinew. |_ Ten minutes later, however, the girl touched his arm. She pointed to « far glade, fully three hundred yards across the canyon. Her quick eyes made out « tawny form against | the thicket. It was @ young caribou—a year. ling buck—and his flesh would be tender as a spring fowl “It's just what we want, but there's not much chance of getting him at that range,” he said “Try, anyway. You've got a long: range rifle. If you can hold true | he's yours.” | _ This was one thing that Ben was | skilled at—holding true. He rained | the weapon to his shoulder, drawing |down finely on that little speck of brown across the guich. Few times | im his life had he been more anxious | to make a successful shot. Yet he would never have admitted the true | | to make good in the girl's oy | He held his breath and pressed | the trigger back. | Beatrice could not restrain a low, | happy cry of triumph. She had for. | gotten all things, for the moment, | Dut her joy at his success, And and uninhabited wilder| truly, Ben had made a remarkable! Work into this the butter, |shot. Most hunters who boast of that he |” OUR BOARDING HOUSE PERHAPS You AND THe LEARNED DR.COUNER CAN EXPLAIN) How THIS BOTTLE CAME AN tT Wi BUT WHEN SECRETED, TT NOT ONLY WILL Be FOUND, BUT AROUSE UTMOST CURIOSITY AND GUSPICION ! AMOS HooPLe ! out of his tracks, With th conquest known to all owne: and gun—related darkly to blood-lust of the beasts—they across the gully toward the fallen. Ben quartered the animal, and again he saw fit to save the hide. It is the best material of ali for the parka, the long, full winter garment of the North Ben carried the meat In four trips back to the camp. 1) the time this work was done, and one of the quarters wax drying over a fire of quivering aspen chips, the day was done, Again they saw the twilight shadows grow, and the firet sable cloak of night was drawn over the shoulders of the forest. Beatrice prepared a wonderful roast of cari bou for their evening meal; and) thereafter they sat a short time at the month of the cavern, looking quietly into the red coals of the dying fire. Again Ben knew the} beneficence and peace of the ahelter- ing walls of home. Again he f & mweet security—a taming, gentling jafluence thru the innermost fiber of his being. | But Fenris the wolf gazed only | into the darkened woods, and the/ hair stood stiff at his shoulders, | and his eyes glowed and shone with | the ancient bunting madness to duced by the rising moon. | | (Continued Tomorrow) joy of of rod the’ raced APRICOT | SHORTCAKE BY BERTHA FE. SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University 1 can apricots or 1 cup dried | apricots: | 2 cups four ‘y teaspoon salt teaspoons baking powder cup sugar % cup butter or lard % cup milk (scant) cup cream cup powdered sugar | teaspoon vanitia If dried apricots are used, soak over night tn cold water and cook tn | jthe same water until soft, Add one| cup sugar and cook 10 minutes Mix and sift together the flour, salt, baking powder and sugar using @ fingers. ‘ knife or fork or tips of felt the primitive need of each| long-range hits do not step off the stoisten to a soft dough with the other's companionship. “I don’ mind going,” she told him. “I'd rather, than stay tn the cave.” “It's a fine morning. And what's your favorite meat—moose or cart- bour" “Caribou—altho I ike both.” He might have expected this an- distance shot; fifty yards is called |® hundred, a hundred and fifty yards three hundred; and to kill true at this range is not the accus- tomed thing on the trails of sport. ‘The bullet had gone true an a light- shaft, striking the animal thru the shoulders, and he had never stirred The din and confusion which followed that sharp command scarcely touched the ears of Mar- garet Chambers. 6o still she sat beside the fire that her beautiful face might have been chiseled of marble. So still, her hands lock- e4 tightly in her lap, her dark yen seeihg not the confusion of the room, nor the fire on the hearth, but thre black forest out- side, and Andrew—riding into what horror her mind refused to picture. Andrew—shot thru with an arrow—Andrew—his heart pierced by a bullet-—long years ahead—nlone, with Andrew never | returning. The long room gradually grew sti, The last baby was hushed to sleep. The last restless dog had found the head of his bed and lay quiet. The fire burned low, wilence fell, and still Margaret sat in agonized thought, ax wide awake as she had been thru all the noisy hours of early evening. Dawn came, and the long night ended. Margaret had not moved. The big company began to stir) and presently, !t was morning, then noon, and evening again, and | stil no news. Once more the babies and their mothers fell asleep, and once more, Margaret within the fort, the guards with- out, and the stars above kept Jonely vigil About midnight the sharp re port of « rifle sounded and caused such wild commotion that the fort seemed likely to tumble about their ears. “Indians!” the guard shouted. “I heard Indians and 1 shot?’ But no Indians came and quiet was again restored Two days passed on the morning of the third the scouting party came riding in tired, but safe, reporting, “All's well.” The story of Margaret Chambers would make a long and thrilling book of itself. A ro: mantic book. It's hard to realize that her daughters are living to help us recall the separate chap ters of it. Hard to believe that only @ few years ago she came to Seattle and spent the last two years of her life at the home of her daughter in Laurethurst, courageous tnd winsome and beautiful to the last. In her little book of reminis conses she writes after 60 years of married life: “I had never known what true happiness was until 1 married * * * I only hope that my dear daughters may be as happily united in marriage as their mother.” Some day we shall go back and | tale the trip across the plainx | with ber, but that’s another story. And on FN cnnine milk, using less tf suffictent to make & dough which can be handled Take onto a floured board, divide |into two parts, and roll each to jone half inch In thickness. Place tn a buttered pan one piece, brush over with meited butter and on it place the second piece, Bake in a hot oven 20 minutes. While thin is baking, beat the cream until stiff, tad ear and vanilla. Betw the layers and on top |place the apricots, which have been siteed. Over the top place the cream and serve at once. 6 6, e Doesn't hurt « bit! Drop a little “Freezone” on an aching corn, In stantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly you lft it right off with fingers, Truly! Your druggist sells « Uny bottle of “Freezone” for afew cents, sufficient to remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the cal juses, without soreness or irritation. “HIS PROVES YouR “THEORY, THAT WHILE PLAW VIEW For FULL OBSERVATION THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN | 77 arpe. CONNER 16 AGMOOTH DIME § We SPENT A WHITER UNDER KEY) ONCE FoR SPRINKLIN’ A LOAD oF CRUSHED STOWE wth STOVE PoLiGH, THEN So-D 'T FoR HARD OBIECT Is W ILL NOT BE NOTICED~} Youve J: AY Wy SSS WSN THE OLD HOME TOWN BEEN SMOKING UP TH’ STORES IN THIS TOWN FOR. TWENTY YEARS | You OLD LoaFER! ~“ OLD MAN HERRMAN LosT HIS FAVORITE PIPE AND Four® FRONT TEETH TODAY WHEN AUNT DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Trouble for Danny (1 WONDER WHAT KIND oF | j KIDS THERE ARB IN THIS NEW NEICMBORMOOD ? MERE COMES ONE- Fi 4 ASK HIM [PF HE WANTS: T GO SiEDIN’ Anne apeitiot HELLO: You JUST moven over) ~\\\// WERE DIDN'T You? fut” AY 1 GOING SLIDING YES. | ost ER ONT BiG oe WERE LAST WEEK: waAnT ME with THAT OUT OUR WAY SARAK PEABODY, LEADER OF THE SOCIETY FOR THE, SUPPRESSION OF PIPE SMOKING, WENT RAIDING. BY ALLMAN AW, YOU COULDN'T GO-ON THE WiLL WHERE we Go MITTLA Seed! YOULL HAVE To GET A BICGER ONE IF You WANT TO GO WHERE WE Go aap ae AND So, Gvee SINCE THE Day THar CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS CHRASTOPHER COLUM BL S HDION'Y Discovee AMGEICA LI! IN THS “GA 1000, A.D. THE VERY WGCL, IP Yov INSIST OM SPLITTIN HAIRS AGovuT IT, WS CAN START IN With “SOME Of THOSE Ow WouR DOMGS (itt eeee ~ veerre rey os TT WAS AGOOD THING FOR JIMMIE THAT ED THE TEAMSTER HAPPENED ALONG ‘THE OTHER EVENING IF WE'RE Goines To LIVE IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD, DAODY’S GOT To GET ME A DicceR. SLE RIGHT away! HEY MISTER! WILL YER HOOK ON AN GIMME A LIFT OUTA DIS had the first time she saw Alice, « hint of tragedy, There was some: thing pitiable about the girl—some: THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING | thing more than merely the fact that Inga which might have been better, something more than the fwot that CHAP. 30—“HAVE BEGIN HERE TODAY KATE WARD, widow of living with her father, |she had the responsibility of another YOU EVER LOVED?” |mouth to feed besides her own, and another body to clothe thing, Kate felt, dvep within Girl, something more, even, than a romance which had yone awry and died have been, Dan, In spite of Alice's attempt to de ceive, Kate felt nothing but pity for the girl ‘Perhaps,’ She looked | your tell ime Just what you need at Kate sujlenily and then at the line money for 1 can help you—even SING LOY, with whom Allee lives as child. Again Kate sensed, as she though Dorothy isn't 117" steps tnside, the first persons she ware Alice and Dorothy GO ON WITH THE STORY Inttor “Don't try to hide the child—I've ve Dan #88! soon ty It was some. the q . Kate's voice was casual. Dorothy t fll, but Kate, cannot tind th seoking to little She walked toward Alice. such as that with Dan might “I've known that she hasn't been at the hospital and certainly she toe uncon. |doesn't look as if she'd ever been rhey carry him hore, Hel 4 ree |i," she continued 4) Alice made no reply jshe worked hard and in surround-4 if indeed she had known | Sul no answer from the girl. “I should like to be your friend,” was very kind, Sh might have been speaking to her own sister, “I should like to help Kate's tone you—-you ean trust m Silence. The other giris in the room went on with thelr froning as if nothing were happening. They passed back and forth to the stov room with their eyes straight ahead, “I haven't had many friends—" j Alico wes looking beyond Kate and taliing helt to herself, me be one~I shall try al fiend." Kate's ton was low and even ‘The #ilence which followed seemed interminable, At length Alico spoke: “Have you ever Joven wayone She was looking Kate, There j at |which gave the thin, white, ttle |face an almost spiritu look, “Ob 1 don't mean in the way people ac- i il cept their relatives, or in the way | some wives accept thelr husbands — nd some husbands accept their wives—I mean really eared! te felt faint. It seemed the words were coming from afar. This” xirl—this girl talking to her of love. [She waited, expecting, next, to hear |the name of the man she had loved |no devotedly on the lips of Chinatown: Alloe | “11 have * Alice's voice had © |risen to a hy terical pitch. “I have jand now-—~* | Atice was sobbing wildly. One of the girls at the troning boards |Paused a moment to look toward — inquiringly. Kate stood dumbly Sing Loy shuffled tn, Lallee—Lallee — she work — teo hard, She ery—ery, bad hurt here” With one stim litte hand over his heart, the Oriental stood near and she began gently, “if | was a new light in her eyos—a light looked at the weeping girl, piteously, jcompassionately, caressingly. i (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star)