UNDER FROZEN STARS
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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"
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If w ere careful.”
New Yerk state health officer.
ing a man's coat, a man’s trousers, a
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MICROPHONICS
The recent rooster crowing contest
on NBC la having unexpected reper-
eusalona. A boy In Louisiana who
rlalma to ha tha champion frog croak
er of the South wrote to the National
Broadcasllng company asking that ba
be all> wed to exhibit hie talent on
the air. . , . And a man In West
Virginia wants to meet all coiners
In a wild turkey gobbling conleaL
a
a
a
Phillips 11. Lord, creator of the
Seth Parker aketchea, Is a native of
Maine and actually learned about
New England country characters from
association for more than 20 years.
a
a
a
Graham McNamee, demon an
nouncer, In hla youth sought to earn
a few dollars during the summer va
cation by working In a gnrnge. lie
applied for a Job io the proprietor of
a place near hla home. "Are you a
mechanic?" naked the man. "No. air,"
truthfully replied Graham. “ I'm a
McNamee." . , . P. 8.—He dldu'l
get the Job.
a
a
a
CoL Lemuel q. Stoopnagle. prolific
Inventor, announced during a recent
broadcast that he has solved a prob
tern that haa been a constant Irrita
tion to listeners silica Iba Inception
of radio. Through tha use of hla
recently perfected "Yellbackograph"
announcers, crooner« and other« will
no longer lie Immune from ilia male
dictions of their audiences.
If a
program la unsatisfactory, a flip of
the new device's switch, a listener
may communlcnla auch thoughts as
"Take him off," “You're terrible,"
etc., directly to the artists. Further
Investigation reveal« that the "Yell-
backograph" will operate at all lime«
except when the Colonel and Budd
are on the air.
t e a
Charles Campbell, trombonist In
Nat Shllkret's orchestra, was a mem
ber of George Olsen's band when that
ensemble played over the drat net
work In the history of broadcasllng.
It was In the days of curium micro
phones and Just before a program
went on the nlr a production man
would give the mike a few hammer
blows In order Io Insure good recep
tion. The trombonist recalls that
none of bis fellow musicians took
the possibilities of network broad
casting very seriously that day. Now,
by a strange Irony, he plays In "Mu
sic That Satisfies" which Is heard
over the largest sponsored network
In radio history.
Sna Is easy to look at. but hard to get
along with. Always faultfinding . . . scold*
In g .. . bothered by “ nerve«.'' How unhappy
she is I And ao Is her husband. And yet. t he
"balance" tlia l comee from g>xxl hrahh
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B r e a k w a te r
Costly stonework to make a break
water. behind which boats may seek
shelter, la obviated hy the use of a
string of melul pontoons, which have
the effect of quieting a boisterous
tea as effectually ns a bulkhead of
stone or piles. The units consist of
metal structural shapes of an open
work character which are supported
»y alr-fllled tanks and are chained
together in strings of six or tight,
each end of the atrtng being secured
to a substantial pier. The action of
the waves dashing Is effectually
checked by the open character of Gia
metal work and their force broken ao
that the water behind the barrier le
quite atilt for the purposa of a aafe
harbor.
Call tha Town Crier
“Their engagement la still a secret."
"So everybody Is saying."—Oben-
dal Mung va (Tokyo).
M o ra T h a n O n a
“Which doll would you like?"
"1 would like twins."— I'olltlkcn
(Copenhagen).
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