The
Crippled
Lady
of
Peribonka
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By James Oliver
Curwood
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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
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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.
Unnecessary, because there is an antidot*
Bayer Aspirin always offers Immediate relief
from various aches and pains we once had to
endur* If pain persist* consult your doctor
•a to its causa.
Ssv* yourself a lot of pain and discomfort
through the many usee of Bayer Aspirin. Pro­
tect youraelf by buying the gt^uin* Bayer la
tuft. Always the earn* All drugstore*
BAYER A SP IR IN
Aostrta U the bade mark at Bajrar MumtarUu« at M om
•UrfiHda
ol Hall«?!
Magnificence O verdose
"Magnificence." said III llo, the
sage of Chinatown, "often misleads
a man Into a belief that he Is per­
sonally earning the admiration that
It bestowed on his house and bis
attire.”—Washington Star.
“ My Stomach Wa» Upset—
Food Would Not Digest”
Stxdtme. Wash.—
"I thmk Dr. Pierce'*
Golden Medical Dis­
covery i* one of the
best medicine* I have
ever Ukrn. I was
suffering from stnm-
. ach trouble— my food
would not d ig est—
w a would come up and
/ /.cause m edium *but
-It two bottlej ol Dr.
Mr*.
J.
*•'*■ A LaTewrre Pierce’s Golden Med-
col Discovery entirely reliever
relieved me of
'his trouble. There is nothing so good
far stomach distress as the "Golden
Medical Discovery ' I advise those who
lure need ol such medicine to try ¡L"—
Mr* John LrFeuvre, 40J South Chand­
ler S* Tablets or liquid. Druggists.
Write to Dr. Pierce’s Clinic in Buf­
falo, N. Y , if you desire free advice.
Send 10c for a trial pkg. of the tablet*
m
Fashion Foramoet
Gallant Passenger (on sinking
•hip)—Here, lady, take my life pre­
server; It will save you.
Miss Highbrow—Sir I That Hint
ting thing! It's way out of style
ind you Insult me. Keep I t; I would
rather drown first.—Pathfinder Mng-
•xtne.
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TOMORROW ALRIGHT
Ialberty Implies not the nbaroce of
restraint but the pretence of order.
^ B a b ie s
FRET
There are timet when a baby it
too fretful or feverish to be sung
to sleep. There are some pains a
mother cannot pat away. But
there’s no time when any baby
can’t have the quick comfort of
Castoria! A few drops, and your
little one ia soon at ease—back
to sleep almost before you can
•lip away.
Remember this harmless, pure
vegetable preparation when chil­
dren are ailing. Don't stop its use
when Baby has been brought
safely through the age of colic.
diarrhea, and other infantile ills.
Give good old Castoria until your
children are in their teens I
Whenever coated tongues tell of
constipation ; whenever there's
any aign of sluggishnest that
need* no stronger medicines to
relieve. Castoria is pleasant-tast-
ing; children love to take it. Buy
the genuine—with Cha* H.
Fletcher’s signature on wrapper.