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UNDER FROZEN STARS ----- - - » by GEORGE MARSH "Starved I She won't poison me, will shel Martha's eyes »napped lira when the saw uia In these." Tha girl •‘Smoke, old chum, there’« soma- lifted a shapely leg and curled her thing adrtft out there to the aouth." loea In the atnoke-lan-od moccasin, man's high laced boots! A costume true what Sarah had seen. Short hair Kars pricked, the massive black-and- far too generous In alae for her foot. and men's breeches I No OJlbwa wom for women unkuown In Klwedln. white husky raised slant eyes to the "You did startle them—In those," he "W at—w’at you do, Meeater Jeem?" an would bring shame to her sex by laughed. "You rather atari led me; I ■ speaker. shearing her hair, and as for the she feebly gasped, overwhelmed with Jim Stuart watched a distant object, haven't been In Winnipeg since the : "gtbodleg« aatm"— the hreechea? Mar- embarrassment. which regularly disappeared, to lift war." “She's been In the lake, Marthe." ex the'« rolling eyes and hunched ahoul- again on the white crest of the run “ You poor man !“ plained S tu art "She upael and d rift dera eloqueully portrayed her thoughts. “No, I've lived In Winnipeg—and ning seas. But then, some white women are mad 1 ed across from LeBlond's. Needs hot “Acts like a tilled canoe. Smoke. I'm With much wagging of dark, braid prefer this. Hello. Smoke!" Bursting soup and a fire—quick! I'll rustle dry going to get the glasses." from the spruce a! the edge of the ed heeds the women parted. clothes for you. Miss— Mlaa—" clearing where he had been hunting Crossing the clearing, where the Jim Stuart's knock at the door of With a flash of white teeth the girl grass grew thickly among the stumps, rabbits. Smoke lo|>ed up to the man Omar's cabin brought the reply: laughed: “Oh, didn't you guess? I'm to the group of white-washed log and girl. "Coming!" Aurore LeBlond!" "What a handsome dog!” she cried. buildings of the little fur post, he en Shortly the door opened and Ik > Jim Stuart waa atartled. The hlood "Why, he's much larger than any of fa tered the tradehouse. showed In hla tanned cheeks as he re daughter of the man who waa rapidly ther's! Where did you get him?” “Looks like a capsized canoe out plied: "No, I didn't know.” Then he driving him out of the fur trade at "He's a Hudson's Straits Vngava," there, Omar," Stuart said to the broad- said: “Marthe will take care of you. Mltawangagama—OJlbwa for tha t-ake said Jim. proudly. backed figure seated cross-legged on the Miss LeBlond. Get those wet clothes of the Sand Beaches—stood la dry “I k ' i a raving beauty. The dar floor, shaping with a drawknlfe a slab woolen blouse caught at the neck by off and dry out. My cook will have ling! Will he let me touch him? Moat of birch Into a paddle. a scarf of crimson allk, and whip tome supper for you shortly." The half-breed lifted a swart, square cords; on her stockinged feet a pair of of father's won't." LeBlond's daughter, at Sunset "Smoke, thia Is a friend of mine," face, seamed with lines, his mouth House! Impossible to get her back the begrudging Uarthe'a beaded moc said Jim. "Shake hands with her!” widening to a grin, as he said: “WaU across that lake until the wind died! casins. W ith a red grin which bared hla w'at you do? Dis cano’ come from "You're warm again— no chill?" ha What a situation! What would Le formidable tuaka, tha Vngava raised a Nor'-Wes' companee; eet eee good Blond. his rival and enemy, do? He'd asked, poignantly aware of the picture hairy paw, which the girl took. t'lng. eh?" she made In the frame of the door. saved the life of LeBlond's girl. It “Smoke,” she said, with a laugh, as “You're too bitter, Omar," said the "Yea, my heroic rescuer," she began was a huge Joke on the free-trader. the dog's slant eyes watched hit mas factor of Sunset House. “We can't archly, "and now Monsieur Sourface, Now what would he do? ter'« face, “You're not polite; you let men drown before our eyes even If that I'm warm and dry again and look As the girt followed the OJlbwa don't look at the lady when you shake they are from LeBlond's." less like a drowned fish, do you not woman Into the log house, she turned hands" Stuart took his service binoculars In the doorway and called to Stuart: like me better?" “Like his master, he's embarrassed from the case and Joined the dog who "Mercl. monsieur, oh very many thanks The fluttering of her black hair Ir hy beautiful ladle«,'' said Jim, as they waited for him at the door. Crossing for saving me from a watery grave!” the wind; the allure of her thick- left the dog and entered the house. lashed eyes; the clenn line» of her the clearing to the shore, he focnsed With a laugh she disappeared. “ Is that why you prefer this life Io the glasses on the wlnd-harrled lake. “Well. Omar, she's surely a cool one! build held the appraising sweep of Winnipeg—because of your shyness of | As he found the drifting object he H alf frozen In those clammy clothes, Stuart's gaze, as she posed, hands on the ladles? But you'll he lonely when | hips, free of all self-conselousnesa, sought, his lips moved in a muttered: she stops to make fnn of our breaking this lieautlful lady goes," she chal watching him in frank amusement. “Man hanging to that boat! llow long lenged. "No, Miss LeBlond." he replied In can he last?” Here Indeed was no false modesty. mock gravity, " I think I prefer you Jim started on a run for the trade- “What makes you think so?" he teased. as a 'drowned flsh.’ You were then house. “Come on. Omari There's "Oh, every one 1«. But you're hard more respectful to your 'heroic res some one with that filled canoe. Come ly polite, llow nice and comfortable o n ! We'll take the peterboro!" cuer.' " you are here!” she went on, her eyes i "But my hair was plastered with The lined face of the half-breed moving from the ehnlra built of spruce ! water and my eyes red 1" she objected, Stuffeoed In a black frown. “ We fill, and hlrch In the round, the cnrlbou | too, out dere! Tough Job— put de vehemently. “See It now—how It and bear-skin rugs, io walla bare ex- , cano' into dat wind !” waves when It's d ry !" cept for moose horn gun rack and two ! “Yes, It's very—nice!" he replied, Stuart laughed as he started for shel vi-a of books. aghust at her amazing candor, as he the shore, followed reluctantly by his He reddened tinder his tan. “You're I walked beside her toward his quar laughing at my humble quarters. I man. “W hat! The best canoeman I ters. So thia was the new girl, the ever saw—afraid of that water!" he They're not much like your father's younger generation 1 He had not been taunted. "You sure hate that Le- place, are they?” “outside,” down to the railroad and Blond outfit! But we’ll show this fel Ignoring hla remark, she faced him civilization, since hla discharge from low some paddling!" w ith: “ Why do you men hate each | the army on hla return from France. Out Into the welter of wind-driven other? Can't you trade with the In But In the «tray paper« and magazines seas went the plunging canoe. For a dians without fighting?'' which had reached him In the hinter mile, the dogged "churn-«« Ish. churn- Stuart laughed at her frankneaa. lands of Klwedln, ha had read of the awlgh" of maple blades fought the “We haven't exactly got to fighting manners and dress of the younger fury of the southwester. On they went yet; but I admit he's making It pretty generation. The frankness of thia for a space, then swung toward the rough for me." “specimen," however, waa startling. submerged tff>aL The canoes were They sat down at the table and the within short rifle shot of each other He said. “Now, you haven't told square-built Sarah appeared, her cop when Jim saw the dark head beside me how yon happened to paddle that per skin red from cooking, a large the submerged craft move as If to sig canoe out from your shore past the pink bow bobbing bravely from her nal the approaching boat. lee of the Islands. You see what a dusky braids. With s withering look H is Paddle Tors at the W a ter. Over “He's all right!" panted Stuart. risk you took?" at Jlm'a guest from her small eyes, His Shoulder Ha Shouted: “ It's "H e'll hang on! A boy!" “Oh, I waa tired of listening to that she deposited a dish of steaming cari a G lrll" fool, Paul Paradia," she explained, bou stew, to be followed by broiled , Raila awash, the filled canoe bore "and It wasn't rough inside the Islanda. whlteftsh, hot biscuit, tea and wild . down on the laboring peterboro. As our backs to reach her before she let But, outside, before I knew It, the strawberries. the rescuing boat worked closer a huge go that canoe. Gratitude, eh—and wind caught me and I couldn't turn comber mounded over the wallowing nerve V' "Dear me, but I'm hungry!" ex craft burying the dark head beside back. You know the rest." *'Ah-hah!" granted the half-breed. claimed the girl, as the outraged and IL Jim dug desperately with his pad “Louis LeBlon’, he ees lak d at He “You had a close shave, Mlsa Le Inquisitive OJlbwa woman, hnnds on dle, fearful of what the lifting boat don' care for nobodee. How you get Blond," he «aid quietly, wondering at hips, boldly scrutinized her from would reveal. But as the canoe rose her home?" her seeming lack of gratitude for the bobbed hair to whipcord knickers— to he saw the head still there, with the battle two men had made with wind gain a better view of which the cook “Get her hack—against this wind? arms circling a thwart. coolly stepped back and circled her She'll have to stay till It dropa" and sea for her life. “Good boy!” muttered the bowman. W ith a grunt Omar stopped In his She turned Impulsively, placing a chair. tracks, his face black with disap Closer crept the peterboro. Again hand on his arm. as her face sobered. Then, nware of the exhaustive In the boat was drowned In a ridge of proval. “You know w'at dat mean?” "You don’t have to tell me that," spection from the rear hy the fnecln- black water, topped with foam. Then, "I knew He'll make a fuss, no she said, and the raillery left her bril ated and shocked Sarah, the girl rose as the dark head appeared, the eyes doubt, but there's no help for IL She liant eyes. “I died out there, today. and turned to the gasping cook: can sleep In my quarters with old I knew I couldn't last—hang on, much "Would you like to see my knickers?" of the toiling bowman widened In Sarah. I ’ll stay with you." amazement longer. . . . Then I saw you coming!" she asked, wheeling on her toes. "You “A girl!" “We breeng her back to LeBlon' een He looked suspiciously at her dark don't wear them, do you? You'd find de morn’ an’ we have troubl'. You face. Was she acting? But the straight • His paddle tore at the water. Over them very comfortable.” his shoulder he shouted: "It's a g ir l!” don' know dat feller.” gaze which met his betokened sin Choking with confusion, the over whelmed Sarah fled to the kitchen, I t was dangerous wqrk—edging the "No, I don’t suppose I do, Omar. cerity. while Stuart shook with laughter. peterboro alongside a filled boat yaw But I know that he's putting us out “I thought you didn’t know,” he said, of business, and that will mean all ing In that sea. But Omar Boisvert “You're too much for Sarah. She lamely. was a magician with a paddle, and did onr work here Is losL No, I don't "Didn't know?” she cried, al was certainly hypnotized by your not hesitate. As they reached the know LeBlond, but he’ll know me be most savagely. "You think me a glbodlegwason." canoe the half-drowned girl turned a fore I qulL” "My what?” fool?” Then, swiftly, her mood changed. face gray from exhaustion and the The squat Sarah, the Scotch-OJIbwa "Your glbodlegwnson—your pun— "Ah, I will now make amends to my drenching of the seas, and her blue who presided over Jim Stuart’s kitch heroic deliverer from the raging wa whipcords!" Ups moved. en, was in a ferment of Irritation, as ters of M ita— Mltawangagama—Is that “Mon Dleu! Are they ns awful as While Omar fought to hold his bow she bustled about her stove. She had that?” she cried, overcome by the right? — The Lake of the Sand seen the canoe land and watched Into the wind against the drag of the Beaches!” she laughed. “Sir. you have OJlbwa equivalent. “What did you yawing canoe, Stuart worked desper Stuart, followed by Omar, lead what rescued a water-logged maid from the call them? Glbo-dl-what? No wonder she Imagined a half-drowned boy to ately to get the limp body of the girl fishes I She will never forget your Marthe and Sarah are shocked 1 Think Into the boat without rolling them un the cabin. Then, to her astonishment bravery—or your surprise at her whip of a woman wearing anything with der a lifting sea. At last, she was In and wrath, Stuart had appeared to an cords! She thanks you with all the such a name! Glbo-dl— " and she the peterboro, and, as a ridge of water nounce that this girl In men's clothes heart she has— le ft!” Aurore LeBlond broke Into shouts of laughter. —this shameless daughter of hla rival broke at the bow, they cleared the "Glbodlegwason.” he repented. bowed grotesquely, until her hair across the lake, was to be fed. boat and headed for Sunset House. "Olbo-dl-eg-WHSon I" she faltered, touched the long grass of the clearing. With her fire well started-and the “A white girl—from LeBlond's! breathlessly, "glbos, for short I Walt He watched her in alienee, with a Short hair, whipcord knickers— who kettles on. the outraged Sarah had till they hear that In Winnipeg, quizzical smile, puzzled, wondering, lost no time In shuffling over to the can she be!” wondered Jim as his stiff rear entrance of Omar’s cabin for a , half-charmed, partly repelled. "Let's They’ll never wear 'em again!" arms drove his paddle. He glanced Stuart regarded his guest with tin- see what Sarah has got for us," he sug whispered council of war with the over his shoulder at the huddled figure concealed curiosity. Hurled In the hin gested. “I'm hungry, aren't you?" equally Indignant Marthe. Yes, It was | of his drenched passenger covered by terlands since the war, he had had n« his coat “Cold?" he shouted to the contact with the new girl. But now shivering girl. “Get down, out of the It appeared, he was being offered a w ind!" rare opportunity for the atudy of ths She nodded, with a gallant attempt species. at a smile, as he encouraged: “Only "There won’t be much left of me a few minutes now!” when Sarah and Marthe get their heads When did detectives finally discard sensed hy them. Combined of Intuition But two miles of running “white and an uncanny suspicion, the ferret together, but you're not really shocked. the black mustache? We observe that horses" separated the canoe, yawing ing sees Its hypothesis grow Into stem Monsieur Stuart. With us, all women detective fiction, at least, with which In the following sea. from the post, and facts. Such a detective Is as clever In the book market Is flooded, has quite wear them for sport.” the kneeling paddler had his work constructing the plot of crime as the withdrawn from the black and «cowl “No, Indeed. I ’m not shocked." ha cut out. Ing sleuth with his all too visible trap scientist Is In creating the whole pre laughed, his eyes shifting from her At length, leaping into the shoal historic animal out of a single leg dusky head to the well-shaped hand water, Ktnart eased the boat In to the pings of the chase. The truth Is. It bone. Plato’s logic, splitting hairs, Is busy with her fork. "We saw lots was the melodrama more markedly beach at the post; then lifted the girl, than the novel that so pictured the as nothing to lt.— St. Louis Globe-Dem- of them In France, lint I ’m wonder blue with cold, from the boat ing Just how your being here will ocraL “Can you walk?" he asked, conscious pursuers of the transgressor. strike your father. It's going to Mow The best detectives, we learn, are of the thickness of her drenched, crow- all night. Miss I-eBlond. and I don't those whom nobody suspects of "de black hair. "Take my arm.” C a r a N eed ed see how we can get you home.” tecting." It Is your mild-mannered The girl’s stiff legs, numb from ex The mlatresa of the house waa ex- I “So you’re worried over what man, often of fair hair and gullelpss posure to water and wind, moved un plaining the household duties to the Marthe nnd Sarah will think If you eye, who leads the wicked, step by certainly. W ith a shrug she raised new maid. can’t rid yourself of your guest. Mr, step, Into the trap of the law. This black eyes to the man who supported “This," «he said In awed tones, "Is her, wondering If he dared pick her "detecting" Is a gift, bestowed for the a very valuable Persian rug." She Stuart?" she suggested with a curl up and run to the warm kitchen of good of mankind. Its possessor learns passed, and added: "I want you to of a full red lip. “I ’m wondering how your father will hla powers little by little and 1« pos- Omar's cabin. " I make you— much be very careful when you clean It, as take IL How will he like It when ha trouble," she replied through chatter It Is very old and has been in the learns that you've been here?" ing teeth. “You take me—out of— family for many generations.” L ittla Gained by Change She shrugged. "My father adores that wet lake. Now you must—dry The new maid nodded understand In cases of tuberculosis, not more bis unworthy daughter. He will love me.” than 1 per cent need a great change Ingly. you for what you did this afternoon. At the door of her cabin the amazed “I can quite see that It’s old, The poor man must think I'm In the of climate, nor will they benefit espe Marthe, wife of Omar, met them with cially by going far away from home or ma’am," she replied, “but I daru say lake. now. lie 'll he Inxane with wide and disapproving eyes. Jim Stuart with a short-haired girl wear friends to make the change, says a we can make It last through the yeur w orry! Poor dad 1" »TO • » COMTLNUBX>.J If w ere careful.” New Yerk state health officer. ing a man's coat, a man’s trousers, a CHAPTER I Corrrtght b» Pvnn rub. C*. Modern Detective Not “Sleuth” of Old Time» 1 1 1 TUESDAY AND THURSDAY NIGHTS (WNU Servloe) ♦♦»»»♦»♦»»•♦»♦•••»»••»♦»♦•♦»»•••fl ) * JOl PALOOKA Women love him — and eo do the mcnl For he's the greatest guy In the world I H e’ll make you laugh—and cry. Don't m l« himl Sent to you by Heins Rica F la k e a -"O n e of the 5 7 V aried «*- C O IU M IIA CO A IT - T O .C O A S T N IT W O IK P O R T L A N D ................ »to tleis K O IN ............... 7:00 P. M. (P. ». T .) « K A T T L I..................... » t e ile « KOL ................ 7:00 P.M . (P .» .T .) » P O K A N » .....................» te tle w N K P V ................ 7:00 P. M. (P *. T,) MICROPHONICS The recent rooster crowing contest on NBC la having unexpected reper- eusalona. 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