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The Crippled Lady of Peribonka • • By James Oliver Curwood « X T ' Service« (®, !»?». iKmMclnjr Dotw * Oki Inc.) - cr STORY TliunMliiy, March 27, 1030 T l IK TIUIU NE. T l ’HNKH, OMKC.ON Pag«' 6 FROM THE L START I n t r o d u c i n g c o m « o f the p e o p le o f t h e p r e t t y little Kreuoh- C a n a d t a n v i l l a g e o f 1‘e r l b o n k a , p a r t i c u l a r l y t h e C rip p led Lady, Id o l o f t h e s i m p l e I n h a b i t a n t s . P a u l K l r k e la a d e s c e n d a n t o f a s i s t e r o f M o lly D r a n t , s i s t e r o f Jo s e p h B ra n t, g r e a t In d ian chief H e h a s Inherited m any Indian characteristics. H i s f a t h e r Is a p o w e rfu l N ew York f i n a n c i e r. Paul m arries C laire Durand, d a u g h t e r o f hla f a t h e r 's p a r tn e r. H e Is In c h a r g e o f e n g i n e e r i n g w ork n e a r Peribonka. P a u l's w i f e Is in E u r o p e . S h e d i s l i k e s th e w oods. Pan! becom es In te r e s t e d In C a r l a , v i l l a g e t e a c h e r . P a u l w r i t e s h i s w i f e t o Jo in h im . C H A P T E R IV — C o n tin u e d He sealed and addressed the letter and pat U tn the company's mall. What a glory life would be If hla wife would come at last! He had painted a picture for her In the letter—her golden beauty a part of the blue ot open skies, a thing near and wonder ful for him to have. But when he went out Into the night and looked at the row of lighted cottages on the hill be thought of Carla, and a yearn tng to be near her possessed him •gain. This impulse bewildered him. He went to his bachelor quarters and tried to read. One by one the houses grew dark. Still he endeavored to make hla books and magazines Inter est him. Never had his nerves been more sleeplessly alert, and their ob stlnacy persisted after be had an dressed and gone to bed. Something kept him awake—an incessant stream of things passing through his mind detached. Illogical, unreasonable, and always bringing him hack In one way or another to Carla and her mother. He got up and dressed. It was after midnight. Over the pit bung an II lumlnatloo which reached up Into the sky like the glow from a volcano He turned down the cinder path and was soon among the men. No one was on the Job who did not know him even In the night shift* Many of them spoke to him tonight, but their friendliness failed to wipe sway the disquiet of mind which had compelled him to get out of bed He looked ai his watch and found It wu. one o’clock when be reached the far end of the workings. A gravel-made rood led to the forest trail higher op. and he took this road out of the pIL After a little he came to the row of cottages. There was a light In th> Haldan home, and be found h'rnseit wondering what Carls did with the long nights In which she wailed foi the coming of death. Was It possible for her to sleep! Or did »lie sit alone through dragging hours watch lng her mother, praying for the day/ He stopped at the gate to the picket fence which enclosed her flower gar dens, and bis ears caught a sound which did not come from the pit It was like a cry. He opened the gate quietly and went In. A window was open somewhere, and he could hear clearly a voice that was sobbing. It was Carla I No one else In the cot tage could be crying like that—surely not Carla's mother. Hie heart thumped against bis ribs. His breath came a little short He went to the door and knocked against It gently. Then more loudly. Some one came, and the door opened. He entered and stood beside Carla. She had not been In bed. had not nndressed. She was as he had left her hours before, ezeept that her face and eyes were stricken with ■ grief that terrified him. Then. In the dim light, a miracle happened. She smiled at him throng'' tears. “1 was hoping for you,” she said. "I was passing—heard you crying—* He said no more, because he had guessed only half the truth He was careful to speak so that bis voice would not awaken Carla's mother. If she were asleep. Ills mind was not working quickly, he waa bewildered snd frightened by the agony In Carla's face, the way she turned and went ahead of him Into the big room with Mr* Haldan's empty chair near the window, and from that to another room that waa full of light, and from which the sobbing must have come at the gat* In the open door of tlila room Carla watted, and without turn tng her head gave him her hand. I< was a cold, lifeless little hand, with n« spark left ot the warmth and thril which he had fell In II n few hours before. He closed his oxvu over li tightly, for the hand, more than Curla'i face and eyes, struck the truth to hit heart TNey went In. Mrs llatdac lay In her bed. Ilcr face was llghtet with peace, her lips were gently smll lng. She was very while and very si III. I’sul knew she «as dead. Carla drew him nearer. When they were beside her motner she looked up at him Her eyes, flooded with their pain, were slurry bright, almost with pride, almost with glory. ’•Reaullful.’* she whispered, the wort! breaking tn her thriuiL Paul bowed Ills head. “Yea, she It beautiful.” he said, fighting to keel his voice even. The hand which was not holding Carla's he placed on her mother’s white forehead For a few moments they stood tn tills way. Then the same Impulse which had drawn Ills boyish lips lo his mother's cold face when her soul was gono made him bend over and kiss the smooth, while brow where his hand had lain. A little cry tore Itself from C arlas breast, and freeing her hand from Paul's she sank down upon her knees nod pressed her face closely against her molher. For nn eternity. It seemed to him, he stood over her—an eternity In which he could find no words for his lips to say. nothing which might help a little to ease the grief which had come so suddenly and crushlngly upon her. Slowly he put >ut a hand until It rested on Carla's head. Thun be gently stroked her hair, and after a little the tenseness went out of Carla's body, and she seemed to be sleeping beside her mother—sleeping with wide open, rnlsfy eye* which Paul could not see. while through the partly open window came to them the drone and grind and distant tumult of the pit. • CHAPTER V On Tuesday they went to Perl bonka. For thirty minutes there was silence In the pit. the flrat time In three year* The pit demanded It ll cared nothing for James Klrke, on whose millions It fed. but foi Carla Haldan It held a warm affection. Out of the pit came tributes of flowers which smothered the little cottage on the bill, and when Carla and her mother went to Peribonka the soul of the pit went with them. For the first time Paul looked down upon It and almost loved IL The next day Carla was among her chlldreo In the schooL This was the most amazing part ol her fortitude Two days later Paul was called on expectedly to New York. The new life which submerged him for a fortnight. Its passionate business detail* Its conference* tbe talk of still more million* and of greater actlvltlp* was like a plunge Into a maelstrom ills father and Durand had perfected a fresh scheme for bringing In another hundred million dollars ot other people's money Each day they were struggling to reach s little farther. Their huge new office building, with its appalling efficiency and censeless rush oif living creatures, oppressed and dismayed hlin, and be was startled by its unexpected effect upon hltn It was worse tlmr the pit. for the pit had Its redeeming edge of wilderness and Its human forces at work with their naked hands In rock and clay. Here his mind seemed dulled, his wits blunted, hla senses overwhelmed hy the magnitude of the things which he knew were hap[>en lng without the phygbal use »f hands and bodies, without the flesh and blood vigor—the strain of brawn and muscle—which had made the pit en durable for him He made no great effort to enter Into It or to under stand It The house where his mother had lived teemed no longer even the husk of a home It was filled with ■ cathedral stlllm-sa. wrapped op. packed away, moth protected, like a palace whose occupants had suddenly died, a place guarded by v>f|.footed and ob seqtiious servants who made him shiver. It was a sepulcher of hopes for him. a place of gtvety and laugh ter and entertainment for Claire Here he fell about him s dinging emptl nes* a great lonellm-ss, a haunting unrest—and In this same environment Claire would And a.unsemenf anu hap pines* when she returned. The truth of the thing sdded ir his heaviness of heart A new note had come Into his thoughts He was beginning to ask himself If Claire, with all her wealth and freedom, were really happy. . And If, In any way. It wers possible for him to make her happy. (TO BE CONTIMU5CD) Word to the Wiao A pint mason Jar filled with horlr acid solution should be I d every medl cine closet Boric add Is a mild, heal lng antiseptic. Poured over cuts It proves healing In a wound a com press dipped In hot boric add Is s valuable aid Û THZ KITCHEN CABINETI™ (A IIP. Western Newrii>ai>,ir Uol,>n > When garden walks and nil tha grassy floor W it h blossoms r.Sl and whits ot fallsn May And cheetnut flowsra are strewn— So have I heard the cuckoo's part ing cry Pro m the wet field, through ths v e st garden trees Coma with the volleylns rnlr and tossing brass«. —Mathew Arnold T H IS A N D T H A T The Serving of a good soup at the beginning of the utcal will save on the meat bill ami also on the health. One la easily satisfied with a simple meal after being served w i t h a s o u p of creamed vegetable A light dessert or a bit of cheese and fruit makes a most satisfying finish to a meal. When serving a d ear soup a few little yellow t>ella of egg adder! to It glvee the color and adds to the cal orie* Prepare them as follows: Take two hard cooked yolks of egge and mix with the raw white of one, the paste, then form Into balls like mar bles. A little seasoning should t>e add ed. These, two or three to a plate of soup, will tnke the place of croutons for a change. When the gardens are made this spring have a few feet for some of the savory herb* so good In seasoning, as well as greens for garnishing. Chlckory, chervil, parsley and mint are only a few. One's own sage tastes so much better than that which has been put away In boxes. Pepper grass, black mustard for greens are all easily grown. Tarragon Is used to flavor vinegar, but, when fresh, adds flavor to many dlshe* Msltr# d' Hotsl Potatoes. —Cut cold potatoes (underdone) Into thick slice* Add a tablespoonful of flour to the same of butter and cook with a cup ful of broth. When boiling add the po tatoes snd a tnblespoonful of minced parsley and pepper and salt to taste. Cook for a few minutes; then add the yolk of an egg beaten with a teaspoonful of cold water and a little lemon juice. When the egg Is thick ened. turn out on a hot dish snd eery* COOKERY H IN TS The American cook ha* a wider range of foods at hi* command than any other ,.i the world, yet the bugbear of cook ery Is monotony. Food* served In the same nay day after day, or on the same day of the week, week tn and week out, “become flat, stale and unprofitable." Every one likes a change; change of scene, change of occupation and change of food are necessary to keep up life's Interest. Much of our cooking Is like sheep leading sheep—an unthinking process. We prepare the foods thst our moth ers did; and die of stomach trouble. When eggs were ten cents a dozen and butter fifteen and twenty cents a pound, the free use of them was not criticized In cookery. But In this dsy of high price# much economy enn be practiced without giving up expensive foods, such as eggs, butter and meat. Small amounts of different meats will season a large dish of vegetables, making a most satisfying meal at lit tle cost. The flavor of the meat enters Into the food and makes It tasty ; then, with good seasoning and tasty serving, the dish Is a success. W# may learn much from the French chefs who depend upon de lighting the eye as well as the pal ate and use hundreds of ways of serv ing the same food. They are econom ical ag well as resourceful and with their unfailing variety, most success ful cooks. We «might not enjoy the fat and Juicy snails which the French so en joy and we are not yet accustomed to sparrow pie, though most savory they tell us, yet we may learn much from the French In the matter of sauces and seasoning to add variety to our diet. The memory of a dish of fresh shrimps served In Madame Beques In New Orleans will be a lasting one. The ihrlmpg were fresh and pink and plump, served on curled lettuce with simple french dressing to which a dash of Worcestershire sauce was added. French bread In great wedge* served on a napkin-covered sliver tray, was passed with the salad. The taste of that bread and sweet, fresh butter Is written In her guest books hy the thousands who have enjoyed hai breakfasts and dinners. iV ee«/ Pain? Sams folks take pain for granted. They let a cold "run its coursa-T They wait for their headaches to "wear off." If suffering from neuralgia or from neuritis, they rely on feeling better in the morning. Meantime, they suffer unnecessary pain. 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