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GEORGE MARSH
AUTHOR. OF
* TOILERS OF THE TRAIL "
* THE WHELPS OF THE WOLF"
Ay THE PENN PUBLISHING CO
THE FACfOR
SYNOPSIS.—With David, half-
breed guide. Brent Steele, of the
American Museum of Natural His
tory. is traveling in northern
Canada.
By a stream he hears
Denise, daughter of Col. Hilaire
St. Onge, factor at Walling River,
play the violin superbly.
He in
troduces himself and accepts an
Invitation to make the post his
home during his stay.
CHAPTER I—Continued
In front of the trade-house, in con
versation with David, stood a tall,
military-looking man. with Iron-gray
hair and mustache. Around the door
lounged a group of curious company
Indians Advancing and gripping the
newcomer’s hand, the factor of Wall
ing River exclaimed:
"Bon jour. Monsieur Steele! Wel
come to Walling River! My daughter
and David have told me of our good
fortune."
As the old soldier continued, with
a slight French accent. Steele was
aware of being secretly appraised by
the keen eyes of the other.
“You are to be our guest for as long
as you will honor us. In this valley,
for a man of science, there Is much
of Interest."
“You are very good to a stranger,
sir. David and I have been out from
Neplgon since May. We need supplies
and my stuff should also be over
hauled. Some of It got wet bucking
this river of yours."
“Too bad! You found It a hard
river to pole and track?"
“We certainly did. David has a
nose for quick water as keen as a
mink's for fish, but we took too long
a chance in the big white-water.
At the mention of the rapid the face
of St. Onge hardened. He leaned
eagerly toward the speaker.
’The Devil's mile! It got you too?”
“Oh, we pulled out of it with a
wetting. You see, I was with the
best bow-man on the Neplgon, so we
saved thé canoe and our own skins as
well."
Slowly the Frenchman shook his
head : then suddenly asked :
“You saw nothing on your way up
river—nothing peculiar, no signs of a
canoe?"
Steele wondered at the question as
he answered :
“No, we met no one. I imagine the
Indians don’t travel It, too much
strong water, and then there's the
taboo—they're shy of the lower river,
aren’t they?"
At the words, the narrowed eyes of
St. Onge shifted to the ground. He
made no answer to the man who
watched his set face, wondering, as it
vitally affected tl>e trade, why the
factor avoided this subject of the In
dians' fear of the Windigo. Presently
St. Onge broke his silence.
“You will pardon me, Monsieur
Steele, I am a poor host. If you were
in the water you spoiled your flour—
you are hungry?”
Steele glanced at the grinning David
who plaintively placed a sinewy hand
on his stomach.
“Yes. we lost our flour and we saw
no game, had to fish our way up the
river, so. colonel, we are a bit hungry.”
Snapping his fingers with impa
tience at his seeming lack of hospital
ity, the factor called to the loungers
at the trade-house door:
“Michel!
Tete-Roule!
Bring up
Monsieur Steele’s stuff from the foot
of the portage: and, Michel, David
here will eat with you.
See that
there’s plenty of caribou stew for sup
per. He’s starved out.” Turning to
Steele, the factor added : “My daugh
ter is now overseeing the cooking of
our dinner, monsieur. I trust you will
find It to your taste.”
“You are mighty kind to a couple of
bush-battered strangers. Colonel St.
Onge. We are not exactly starved,
you know. We travel with a net, but
a straight diet of pike and trout grows
a bit tiresome. You can sell us sup
plies to take us through to Neplgon?"
"You will not need to outfit for
Neplgon,” the factor's eyes grew bit
ter. “You will pass Laflamme'« post
at Lake Ogoke.”
"Monsieur Steele will desire to be
shown his room, father, before we
dine,” called a woman’s voice. Turn
ing, Steele saw, opening the gate In
the dog-stockade surrounding the fac
tor's quarters, Denise St. Onge, trim
In white serge. Casting an embar
rassed look at his frayed jeans, his
hand sought his unshaven chin as she
joined them.
"Welcome, again, to Walling River,
monsieur," she said cordially, giving
him her hand.
“My daughter seems to need no In
troduction. She has told me of your
meeting at the river. Denise, Mon
sieur Steele Is bound for the Neplgon
by the Ogoke trail." The eyes of fa
ther and daughter met in a significant
look. “Laflamme, monsieur, can give
you anything you wish—including
Scotch whisky.”
The girl's dark eyebrows contracted
at the mention of the Ogoke trader's
name.
“So he's giving the Indians whisky,
Is he?" said Steele.
“You are surprised?" laughed the
factor bitterly. "For Monsieur La
flamme It seems that Canadian law
does not exist. With his whisky he
will soon have the fur trade of the I
whole district."
•
“They said as much at Fort Hope.
But the authorities—why don't they
act ?"
St Onge shrugged eloquently. ”1
do not know. He Is running things
with a high hand—has support of the
strongest at Qttawa."
Steele turned with a smile to David
who had been an Interested listener
to the conversation.
“I think that we shall have to pay
Monsieur Laflamme a visit. David."
St. Onge and ills daughter ex
changed glances.
“Daveed like to shake de han' of
Mister Laflamme," replied the Ojib
way, dryly.
“I pity Laflamme when you do.
He’ll carry his arm in a sling for a
month If he ever falls into that wolf
trap of yours.
"You see, colonel, David Is under
the impression that Laflamme Is an
old friend," Steele enlightened his
host, whose face reflected acute In
terest. "Sometimes In meeting old
friends he forgets In his joy that his
Steele Was Thankful That His Duffle
Bag Contained a Change of Clothes
and Moccasins.
hand-shake Is famous from Neplgon
to Norway House.
In this case,
David.” he added grimly, “you’ll have
to remember that we’re not on the
Neplgon and must not mistake Mon
sieur Laflamme's throat for his hand.”
Steele smiled Inwardly as St. Onge’s
eyes shifted to meet those of his
daughter, then focused quizzically on
the grinning face of the half-breed.
If the situation at Wailing River was
a source of mystification to St. Onge's
guest, Steele was satisfied that the
guests had now balanced the score, to
the truth of which surmise the face
of the Frenchman patently testified.
“But come, I forget my manners,
monsieur. We have a room and bed
for you as long as you will honor us.
My head man, Michel, will take care
of David.”
"Thank you, sir!" And picking up
the bag containing his personal be
longings. Steele followed his host.
The house of the factor of Walling
River was built of square-hewn spruce
logs, carefully chinked against the
January winds of the Helght-of-Land
country. In front, a roofed porch of
hewn slabs commanded a view of the
river which here gave no Intimation
of the swift metamorphosis which, a
third of a mile below, turned It Into
a riot of white rapids.
Beside the
porch a bed of violets and wood,
anemone were now bloomless, but be
yond, In their second flowering, white
Canadian violets and the blue of
fringed gentian and harebells against
a background of northern golden rod
bore gay witness to the care of one
who loved flowers.
Familiar with the bare and uninvit
ing interiors of the houses at the fur
posts, often presided over by an In
dian or half-breed, wife of the factor,
the livingroom Steele now entered
bore resemblance to those he had seen
solely In its huge sheet-Iron stove.
The rough walls hung sparingly with
small French etchings framed In
white birch, the rustic furniture
shaped from spruce and cedar poles,
the shelves of books, and the rugs of
moose and bear and wolf, had. by the
nlchemy of taste, been fused Into n
room a home.
“1 did not know there was a room
like this north of Winnipeg, made
molselle." Steele said In frank ad
miration.
“Oh. monsieur! would you have u«
live like the Indians? But you are
laughing at our poor little home."
“Please don’t," he legged. “It I*
And all the
charming this room.
books !"
“It was hard on nur packers," broke
in St. Onge, “but 1 Insisted on hav
ing the books If I was to be marooned
up here tn this valley. The winter
would be long without them ami the
violin."
"I envy you the winters here with
that violin, sir," said Steele, smiling
at his hostess. “I hope to hear It
again, mademoiselle — your superb
playing.”
Her face brightened. “It was only
a mood today at the rapids. twin
sieur. I go there when lonely, to piny
to the troubled waters. You thought
me sad—I saw it In your fn«-e: but I
was only homesick for Touraine. To
night we shall have something gay."
But Steele felt that It was not lone
liness which ha<l driven Denise St.
Onge to the restless waters.
"Monsieur, you will wish to see your
room. Our Ojlbway servant. Char
lotte. will bring you hot water." And
St. Onge led Steele to a room on the
second floor of the house, the capac
ity of which was strained by a cot and
washstand, whither a square-built,
half-breed woman followed shortly
with a steaming bucket
Steele was thankful that hts duflle
bag contained a change of clothes ami
moccasins. Hot water, a shave nn«l
fresh clothes speedily worked a mira
cle In the tattered stranger who had
startled Denise St. Onge at the rapids.
When Steele rejoined his hostess
he felt more at ease, He even had a
suspicion that she approved his
changed appearance. At the thought.
something like a thrill swept him—to
he followed by a shrug of annoyance.
He had not seen an attractive woman
In months and was paying the penal
ty. Yet. as he watched her pour the
tea while her father dispensed caribou
stew and fried trout, a quality—rarer
than mere comeliness ; an evident
fineness of fiber, a savor of personality
tn this factor's daughter, which meant
race and background—Impressed It-
self upon hlm, and a strong curiosity
to know the history of these people
whom he had stumbled upon In the
badlands south of the Albany—to
learn the cause of the fear nnd heart-
ache which this lonely girl had so
poignantly revealed In the gorge, pos
sessed him.
“You are collecting Indian relics ami
utensils for the American museum':"
asked the Frenchman. "You are an
ethnologist?”
“Yes, I have been In the field four
years for the museum."
“You have found much of Interest?"
“Last year an«l this summer, I
shipped by Hudson’s Bay canoes con
siderable stuff from Fort Hope ami
Henley House. Lake Mukaklbetnn on
the Albany has some remarkable
burial places, unlike anything I’ve
seen. And the Ojlbways up there nre
still very wild an«l superstitious-
medicine men. sorcerers, fear of spir
its and the Windigo, and all that.”
The factor paused, fork in air.
Slowly be replaced it on his plate, un
touched ; then asked:
“You have never been In this val
ley before?”
“No,” replied Steele, puzzled at his
host’s tense manner, "but what I
heard on the Albany Interested me.
It seems to be Windigo country among
the Albany Ojlbways—under a sort
of taboo. It must be a serious handi
cap to your trade, although the very
fact that you're here proves that It Is
not generally considered haunted
country by the Indians.”
The fine features of St. Onge stif
fened. With a glance at his «laughter
who watched him with parte«! Ups and
wide eyes, as though fearful of what
he was about to say, he replied bit
terly :
"That Is our problem, monsieur.
The company rashly builds a post on
this river which, for a hundred miles
below the rapids here. Is to the OJlb-
ways a place of spirits; then sends
me here to get the fur of the upper
country, At Albany, they laugh at
this talk of Windigo and spirits keep-
ing the Indians from trading here.
They even order me to send hunters
to trap the valley below us—when
they have avoided It for generations."
“They only betray their Ignorance
by belittling Indian superstition, sir.
I was followed and shot at on the Al
bany this summer for photographing
some Ojlbway children.
They be-
lieved the lens was an evil eye nnd
that the children would be be-
witched.”
The factor has his troubles,
evidently, and is worried by
them.
What Is the true In
wardness?
(TO US CONTINUED.)
Sugar or Candy
Granulated, lump, pulverized and
brown sugars, though differing in tex
ture and flavor, are practically alike In
composition. They contain little or
nothing but sugar. A pound of candy
may be considered the equivalent In
fuel value of a pound of suger. Water,
which has no fuel value, is used In
making candy, hut so, too, are choco
late and nut meats, which have higher
fuel values than sugar. The proportion
of sugar In thick sirups, such as honey
and molasses, Is about three-fourrtis of
a pound to the pound, and In Jellies,
jams and rich preserves, about one-
half of a pound to the pound.
WHO WOULD HAVE
GOLD?
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
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hard to gain:
Go plant the seed, the Lord will send
the rain
Ami fill the fertile Oelde with yellow
grain.
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ing hill,
Or plant n little gunien. If you will,
Or put u box upon u window sill.
And plant a bulb, or giva a root a
hold.
And them some day observe n flow’r
unfold.
It Isn't hard to gain—who would have
gold?
The summer sun will ripen ull your
wheat,
A yellow rose will make your garden
yellow jonquil cheer your window
seat.
Upon your path the summer's petals
full.
And autumn's yellow leaves adorn the
wall.
Who would hnve gold? It Isn’t hunt
nt nil I
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by those who knew me beat, that I al-
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BBREVIATED
,=STORY
SOMETHING TO
THINK ABOUT
By F. A
WALKER
CHEESE AS FOOD
BEAUTY AND EXPLORER
CO-OFERAT1ON
Is one of our most valu
C HEESE
able protein foods; It concentrat
RUEF-DALE ROVER, the famous
A- explorer, traveler and hunter.
never failed to dazzle and iw« the
young women who hud the honor to
be Introduced to him at Ute social
gatherings at which he was In such
great demand. N<> now, sitting behind
a potted palm with beautiful young
Magazine Ootle at Mrs. Piggyback's
reception, he prepared for an enay
conquest as he launched Into a de
scription of the t'hlnu sea snootflsh,
which climbs aboard ships and bites
sailors In half.
"Yes," she nodded brightly. "I've
seen them. Aren't they ex«'ltfng? But
the sen oxen off the coast of Labra
dor uro much more dangerous. be
cause they hunt In flocks ami butt
holes into boats with their heads.
Hnve you seen them?"
“Eer- no." admitted Rover. “Now.
the flying weasel of southern Zanzibar
Is a curious anlmul.
with Its tall In Its mouth, for great
distances, and yet never bus been
known to grow dizzy.
“Oh. yea.
seen them often,'
replied Magazine brightly. "But 1 [in
fer to watch the Helle-qiotit camels of
central Hindustan. They walk back
wards, you know, on their front leg«,
yet neve/- bump Into a thing, some
how. You've seen ttiein. of course?"
"Well—er—no," said Rover, reluc
tantly. “I must tel! you of the Bul
garian goulash bug. which sings like a
mouth organ and drinks through a
straw. When I fl rat— "
“Fve
"Oil. yet!" she Interrupted.
Have you
watched them often.
ever seen the I’utngonlan plumdog.
which "
Rover
"Stop!" cried
How on earth did you. nt
hoarsely.
your age, get to see all of these things
In all these places?”
"At the 'movies,' of count?," replied
Magazine, simply, “Shall we dance
this one?"
But Rover hnd
nggered off to
’phone In his resignation to the Geo
graphical sficlety.
by observing stn
and effect that. In
all activities of minds mid bands, we
as a people nre decidedly delinquent
in cooperation.
In other words, Instead of working
together an a whole, we are at odtte.
leaving off the mastery of today's per
plexities until tomorrow and likely as
not forgetting them, or putting them
off altogether In pursuit of outside
activities of an alien nature.
In the office and In the home. If you
will look about you with Impartial
eyre, you will not be long In discover
ing that there Is frequent lack of co-
operative forces, due not so much to
the Individual workers, but to the In-
ofllcieucy of those whose duty it la to
direct, encourage nnd spur up workers
to do their best and keep ll> touch and
tune with others.
In gr«-at oflicc buildings, or In fac
tories where larg«- numbers of both
sexes ar« employed, their are efforts
made to bring about the full < o opera
tion of forces n work tilled with diffi
culties, calling every hour for rure
patience nnd diplomacy.
If examined critically these efforts
will bi- f«>un«l meager ns compared with
-what might lie done If co-operatl«m «if
forces should be organized and direct
ed by competent captains.
While results In the lust decade have
Improved, they are fur fioiu being
wholly satlsfnctory.
There still Is much waste of energy
nnd loss of time without any apparent
curtailment of expense to the anxious,
hard-working ninntffacturers. mer
chants nnd employers g.-m-rally who
provide the money for puy days, Ir-
reapective of the state of buslneaa.
The care-worn housewives hnve slm-
liar experiences. nnd m«et like condi
tions simply because of a laxity In
organization and the co-operation of
forces.
For nil defl«dencles, whether mental
or physical, we most In some wny or
another pny the penalties Imposed by
cause uml effect upon nil mankind.
The thing to do to avoid these oft-
repeated Impositions Is to bring about
, n more effective means In the co-oper-
I ntlon pf forces, not only In the home
nnd the factory, but In «-very depart
ment of the stntc nnd the nation.
Not until this ahull be done enn we
escape burdensome taxes or hop«- for
reduced prices In anything that g«ies
upon our backs. Into our homes mid
upon our tables.
ed and hns very little waste. When
the price Is high compare It with
meat, one of the other proteins which
we nil like, and notice the difference
In waste.
Cheats Omelet.
Beat two egg yolks until thick, add
two tnblespoonfuls of water, salt and
pepper to taste. Beat the whites un
til stiff and add one cupful of grnted
cheese. Put n tableapooaful of but
ter In a hot. smooth frying pan ; when
hot pour In the lightly mixed omelet.
Cook until well set. place In the oven
to finish cooking on the top. Serve
at once on a hot platter.
Walsh Rarebit.
Melt two tablespoonfuls of butter,
add two tablespoonfuls of flour, and
when well blended add one cupful of
hot milk; cook until smooth and
creamy. Add one cupful of grated
cheese and when the cheese Is melted
serve on buttered toast or hot crack
ers. To make the dish a little more
tasty add half n dozen chopped olives.
Cheese Fordu.
Pour one cupful of scalded milk
over one cupful of soft bread crumbs,
ndd three-fourths of a cupful of soft
cheese cut Into bits, one tablespoon-
ful of butter. an l salt nnd pepper to
taste, Beat five egg yolks until thick,
ndd to the cheese mixture and fold In
the stiffly beaten whites. Bake In a
well-greased dish for twenty minutes
or until puffy and cooked to the cen
ter.
Cheese and Celery Salad.
Select firm, crisp, tender celery and
choose the stalks which have deep
grooves. Cut Into Inch pieces nnd fill
with seasoned cream cheese to which
chopped onion, gn-en pepper nnd nnts
have been added. Heap a half dozen
of these filled stalks on lettuce and
serve with n French dressing.
This same method may he used for
longer stalks and serve them as a
salad accompaniment.
.
Hot Ham antf Tomato Sandwiches.
Saute thin slices of lean ham very
quickly In a frying pan. Perl and slice
thin some ripe tomatoes. Hnve ready
slices of white bread cut one fourth
Inch thick and lightly toasted. Spread
toast with salad dressing, cover with
ham, then a slice of tomato nnd spread
with salad dressing nnd chopped let
tuce leaves. Cover with toast spread
on one side with salad dressing. Cut
Into triangles nnd garnish with sliced
pickle. Serve with coffee.
(CO by Owftt Matthew Adama )
HE YOUNG LADY
ACROSS THE WAY
JS remarked
I T dents
of cause
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How It Started
Baked Mackerel.
By J ean N ewton
If salt soak over night, skin side up,
changing the water several times. Put
to bake skin-side down, adding a few
teaspoonfuls of water. Cook 20 mln-
Utes, or until the fish loosens from
the bones. After ten minutes cover
with sweet cream and baste often dur
ing the baking.
Serve with sauce
poured over the fish.
(4a
ALL FOR A SONG
1)25. Waalern Newspaper Union.)
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How-Land Is Used
The use of land In the L'nlted States
for all purposes is as follows: Four
teen per cent crops for feed, 3 per
cent humid improved pasture, I) per
cent humid unimproved pasture, 31
per cent nrl«l and semi-arid pasture
Bnd grazing land, 12 per cent forest
cut-over anti burned-over land pasture,
13 per «.ent forest cut-over and burned
per cent
over land not pasture,
roads, railroads, cities, farmsteads and
other land not in pasture, 2 per cent
crops for fiber, 4 per cent crops for
food.
HAS sobl hfs future for a
A A song." they snld of n rich man's
son who, Instead of taking advantage
of the unusual opportunities open to
him for a worth while career, wns
whiling away his golden years on the
Great White Way.
"All for a song" has come to mean
to us “paying too much for a whis
tle," ant undue sacrifice or waste for
something that Is worthless or only
of transient moment, particularly the
suiierflclnl. It hns come down to us
from the day when Its significance
was literal.
Queen Elizabeth, ns n token of her
appreciation of the poet, Edmund
S|>encer, had ordered I.ord Burleigh
to present him with £100, which In
those days was a simili fortune.
Upon this Lord Burleigh Is said to
have exclnlmed: “All this for a
song I
bi TTE
The young lady across the way says
she supposes she’ll never be any taller
If she Ilves to be a hundred years
ol«l as she understands a girl gener
ally reaches the limit of her longevity
nt eighteen.
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