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TH E P u ftp 6 G O LD H IL L NEW S. THURSDAY. M AY Under Frozen Stars l tj GEORGE MARSH Copyright by P»nn Pub. C«X (W N U ■•rview) CHAPTER I I —Continued FROM The old Indian'« eye» »napped with humor, " l i e don* spik nodins; he sen for Esau." "Whal'd you do, Esau?” Esau puffed for a spare, his eyes on his moccasin; then he said: "Mak wa. de beef shaman, mak' medeclne no more.” Stuart leaned forward curiously, "Tou chased him out of the country?" The old man shook his head. Stuart turned to Omar, who chuckled: "Esau nevaire tell, hut Makwa come to Wolf riviere to trade next tam wldout hees ear. Ah-hah! He no good for sha man after he lose hees ear." "You mean they were cut off?" Omar nodded. “Wldout dem he was no good to mak' de medicine.” Stuart glanced doubtfully at t?»e sphlnxllke Esau. “Do you Intend to cut off Jlngwak's ears. Esau?" he laughed. “That will be some Job! They're a wild lot up there in the Pipestone country; they might cut off yours— or worse.” The lean face of the old OJIbwa shaped a cryptic smile as he rose with a grunt and went out to visit the gill- nets below the post. "Do you believe the old rascal actually cut off the medicine man's ears?” Stuart demanded of the grin ning Omar. “No one know. Esau nevaire tell." “Bur the shaman, you say, lost his magic with his ears?" “Ah-hah! All de 'Jibwa laugh at heeem aftair daL" “Well, I'll say that's a great yarn, anyway. But what do you suppose Esau meant when he said he'd put the devil Into Jlngwak?” The half-breed shrugged. “I don't know. De fader of Esau was a sha man, a sorcerer. Esau, mebbe, got frlen' among de devil.” His supplies and trade-goods proper ly checked and stowed awny against the coming of the OJlbwas for the Christmas trade, Stuart prepared to follow the freight canoes, with his fur from the spring trade, down to Lake Expanse, the headquarters of the dis tric t There he would listen. In sullen •Hence, while Ills chief, Andrew Christie, talked deep Into the night of the failure of Sunset House to obtain Its share of the trade. With endless reiteration the stiff-necked Inspector would dwell on the cost of building the post and Its small yearly returns In fur while Jim, raging Inwardly, en dured In silence. And, from the In creasing stiffness In the manner of his chief, the discouraged Stuart knew that the end of Sunset House would mean the end of his advancement In the Company’s service. For a failure Is a failure. The fact that he had been chosen to lead a forlorn hope— that Sunset House was doomed from the beginning, would be forgotten. He would have bad his chance. I f he stayed with the Hudson's Bay, they would send him somewhere as clerk, assistant to a luckier man. But the Journey to Lake Expanse would consume n fortnight, and the thought of what might await him be hind a certain split rock on an island ten miles across the unruffled surface of Mitawangagama led him to post pone his start with Omar. • • • • • • The spell of the northern summer was on cloudless sky; the dusky, spruce green of the ridges; the cool depths off the translucent lake, as Jim paddled alongshore toward the stur geon set-lines at the outlet, to de ceive the sharp eyes which followed his departure from the post Then with a savage lunge his paddle tore the water to foam. Across the lake they laughed at the name, Sunset House, did they? So they held the whole Pipestone and Sturgeon river trade by bribing a sorcerer! Well, as Omar said, there were ways of handling a shaman. Esau was an old hand at that game. He and Omar should have their wish. They would go to the summer camps of the Pipestone Lake Indians— carry the war Into the ene mies’ country. Jim Stuart's future as a fur-man wa£ at stake. He’d played fair, but now all rules were off and henceforth there'd be no quarter. Then his anger cooled as he thought of the girl whose message he was paddling ten miles to look for at the split rock. A reckless game, this, he admitted. Some day she'd be seen and followed. They, even, might be caught! Then what? He laughed aloud at the thought. Well, she was worth It— this bewildering daughter of I.eBlond. It was mid forenoon when the birch- bark of Jim Stuart approached the spilt rock on the stony beach of the island. Stepping from the canoe, Jim's eager eyes searched the bushes behind the rock for the telltale white of the note which she had promised to leave. Then, lying under a stone, he saw to his surprise a folded shpet ruled, as If torn from a small note hook. It did not seem like her—this soiled scrap of paper at his feet. Puzzled, he picked It up and read; "This Is your first and last warning, laiuls la’BIr.nd will see that there are no more love notes here for you. The next time you come for a letter you'll get lead." The nole was written In pencil In an N nrnnture hqpd ind unsigned. THE B E G IN N IN G From his fur post. Sunset House, in the Canadian north, Jim Stuart, trader in charge, w ith his headman. Om ar, rescues a girl from an over turned canos in the lake. She is Aurora LeBlond, daughter of Stuart's rival in the fur business, and proves to bs a charming companion. In a spirit of fun. aha and Jim arrange to exchange notes on a certain island. La Blond, w ith Paradis, his half-breed lieutenant, arrives In search of the missing girL Paradia displays enmity toward Jim, though LeBlond ac knowledges his debt of gratitude to Sunset House. "Paradia 1" Ha had followed her canoe at a dis tance and. flndltg her note, had left this. And now I.eBlond would not al low her out of hla sight— would watch her as a lynx watches a rabbit Jim Stuart had seen the Inst of the girl who had tilled the living room at Sun set House with laughter— whose de parture had left him lonely, vaguely restless, puzzled with himself. Nice dog In the manger, this Para dis! The head man of LeBlond had only run true to form in spying on the girl who laughed at him. Then the angered Stuart rasped aloud: “Get lead, eh. If I come again? I f I could meet Monsieur Paradis here. I ’d come tomorrow!" “Weel today do?” From the thick spruce in his rear a voice wheeled Jim In his tracks, as Paradis ap peared In the brush back of the canoe, carrying a gun. Stuurr was unarmed. W ith evident satisfaction, Paradis leered at the man who watched him. “Well, Monsieur Stuart, here ees Paradis!” he taunted. “You have your weesh. What weel the writer of love notes do about eet?" “You're a pretty specimen of a man, Paradis,” said Jim coolly, refusing to take the situation seriously. “You swing a gun on me, then ask me what I Intend to do. Drop that gun and come down here on the beach. If you're not afraid, and I ’ll show you what I'll do about It." ‘Ah, he boasts.” Paradis grinned In derision. “Well, there's only one way to call a bluff,” drawled Jim. “You hold the cards. It's your play." “Yes, It ees my play." As Paradis bent with laughter, Jim edged a yard nearer. "But I have not made up my mind weder to shoot you for de Insult you give me—or take you to Louis Le Blond and let you taste de sting of Black Jnles’ dog-whip.” At the fantastic threat the hard- thinking Stnart grinned In derision, hut the situation was not humorous Was this wlld-eygd Paradis, Angering the trigger of his rIAe. Afteen feet away, unbalanced over the girl— or drunk? Either condition was equally dangerous with tliat gun. “Shoot me, eh?" Jim scoffed, slid ing a moccasin a foot nearer the man who covered him. "You’d hang. If my man, Omar, didn't get you Arst, and they'd run the North-West Trad ing company out of the bush." Then an Idea Aashed through his active brain as the Inflamed eyes of Paradis glared at him. "Take me to LeBlond. It's his daughter. Let him settle IL” “I settle my own affair.” The face of Paradis was distorted with pas sion. Slowly he brought the rIAe to his shoulder. Stuart's heart started with a leap. The man was crazed! He would shoot! With a desperate bound Jim strained to reach the madman—to deAect his miss him. Then, sucking In a deep breath, Jim deliberately folded his arms over hla chest, and taking a des perate chance, challenged: “ All right, I ’m ready I Now— right through the heart!" For a space the black tube covered the chest of the man whose eyes did not waver. "Your arm Is een de way. De shot weel not be a dean one," mut tered the man whose Auger slowly curled on the trigger. Jim Stuart's straight gaze held the grimacing fare behind the black tube sighted on his laboring heart, hut doubt slowly chilled him. Hud he misjudged his man? Did Paradis, after all. In tend to murder him? Slowly, under the strain, the sweat broke from his forehead. Better to take the chances of a rush than to be shot like a spy against a wall. Then, as Jim stiffened for a headlong leap, with a laugh Paradis dropped his gun butt. “Now we go an' see Louis LeBlond.” Jim let the breath out of his lungs. It had seemed minutes while he looked Into that gun tnuxzle. It had tak n all the nerve he hud. But It had worked—Flint tric k ; or was Para dis merely baiting him? “Get Into your boat! Take de stern and paddle! I f you move, 1 shoot you for sure!" ordered Paradis. Jim did as he was told. Facing him, with the gun in his hands. Paradis squatted In the bow of the boat, and they started along the shallows of the shore. "You think you are luckee I deed not shoot you. Monsieur Stuart of de Hudson's Bay; but when Louis Le Blond hear you come to meet hees daughter—den you weesh I shoot. Dat beeg dog-whip of Jules'—ah i I can hear It seeng now. Crack! She go on your back!" The threats of Paradis fell on deaf ears. Jim was nof worrying over I-e- Blond. But he did not relish the humiliation of being brought Into the post by the unbalanced Paradis. He pictured the mirth In the eyes of Aurora LeBlond. But as for the Jeal ous and demented Paradia, he almost pitied him. There would be no mercy when she learned how he had spied upon her movements. And LeBlond? She’d laugh at him. as she did that night at Sunset House. Beyond the Island of the split rock, across a half-mile of quiet water, lay another and larger one. As Jim pad- died leisurely, Ignoring the abuse of the man squatted In the bow, holding his rIAe, he wondered whether thia strait was visible from LeBlond's place on the mainland. “You didn't tell me how far your place is from here,” he said, as the water began to boll behind his paddle. ‘"Free-four mile. Not far. Don't hurry. .Louis LeBlond. he weel soon enough teach you to come sneaking 'round de south shore for de love let- talr." Paradis laughed uproariously. Then, as the man In the bow lurched forward and Jerked himself to an up right position, Jim suddenly realized that he was not mad, but drunk. On his knees, Stuart rapidly drove the light blrchhark out into the strait with his brisk stroke. From Le- Blond's the canoe could not be seen! With s lurch of his heavy body, Jim rolled the light canoe over as he plunged Into the lake. As the speeding canoe capsized, with a cry the surprised Paradis slid head long Into the water as his riAe ex ploded. Rising beyond reach of the boat, for an Instant he beat the water desperately; then sank. Holding the struggling Paradis 26, 1932 away with a stiff left arm, Jim sucked In a deep breath and tank beneath the surface; then, as he rose, struck the gasping men Aercely In the face. The Angers which clutched Smart's shirt relaxed, and he pushed the half- conscious trader to the boat Aoatlng bottom up. “Now, can you hear that dog whip sing?“ he laughed. But the man Jit»« held beside the overturned canoe was too busy coughing up water to hear— too frightened to answer. “ You’re a clever man with the In dians, Paradis, hut there're soma tricks you don't know," taunted Jim, as he swum healde the boat. "Look out I You'll roll Into the lake If you move!" he warned, as the dased pas senger lifted a livid face to the man In the water. At last they reached the shore, and wading to the beach with the man who had ambushed him, Jim dropped him none too tenderly. “Now, what are you going to tell Ia>Rlond, when you can walk and are able to And your boat which you have hidden somewhere on this shoreT' he asked of the hiccoughing Paradia propped on his elbow, Ills red eyes pic turing his fear of what awaited him at the hands of the Hudson's Bay man. Paradia weakly shook hla head. “You deserve a good north country beating, my friend, for throwing that gun on me. You might have pulled that trigger. But for spying ou Mies Aurora, you deserve- I'll take thia.” Stuart suddenly bent over the shiver ing Paradis, who shrank from the blow he anticipated, and Jerked a “ Look Outl You’ll Roll Into tha Lake If You Moval” knife from Its sheath on the other's belL “Yes,” Jim went on, “you de serve getting this between your ribs for following her out here, and I'm goln' to let you have It.” With a black scowl Jim drew hack the ekta- nlng knife and thrust savagely at tha helpless man at his feet. The mottled face of Paradia wenr white, as he shrank from the blow. But the a h i* Ing blade stopped Inches from hla riba. “How d'ynb like that, my brave beauty? Not so nice when the other man has the whip hand, eh?" "Don't 1 don't!" whimpered the man on the beach, too weak to move. "I onlee play wld you—I neval'e shoot!" “ Well, the least I ■ an do Is to ct t a birch whip and g i'e you » hat yen promised I ’d get." But Stuart had had enough of this head man of LeBlond's. The yellow ness of spirit of the one who, an hour before, had hpld a rllle on his heart, disgusted him. And across the lake Omar was waiting. "Just remember one thing. Paradis,“ he said, “when you lie about what happened this morning—I didn’t let you drown when I had good reason to. From now on. between you nod me there'll be war. You've started to put me out of business—you and LeBlond; but before you’re through you'll know you’ve been In a Aght. Now go bnrk and tell them a eock-and hull yarn about what happened to you!" Turning from the surprised Paradia. Jim stepped Into his boat and started for Sunset House. As he passed tha split rock, he suddenly swung tlie canoe with a sweep of his paddle and started furiously bark up the shore. Her note? Paradise must have It In his pocket. It could be dried and read. But when Jim reached the strip of beach where he hud left hla man, It was empty. W hen Husbands Slip THIS woman's husband was run dowa. Irri table, unhappy. She didn't know what was the matter with him. It worried her. She was afraid ha would lose his Job. H e r m other-lo-law suggested she buy Fellows' Syrup sad see that her husband took I t regularly every (lay. She saw it build up his vitality, earn the nerve strain, pep up vigor and appetite. Sba recommends It now to all her Irlends. Ask for genains Fellows' Syrup at your druggist. FELLOWS* SYRUP HUSTLE NO VIRTUE IN CHINESE EYES M ayb e M lria ld Junter came In with an egg from the yard with the old heu follow ing him and cackling lustily. Moth I f I were to try to sum up In a er asked: phrase tbs main difference between “ What's tha matter with that the Chines» and ouraelvea. 1 should chicken, Junior?" •ay that they. In the main, aim at en “She wants this egg back," ha r * joyment, while we. In the main, aim piled. at power. We like power over our fellowmen, and we like power over R e la tiv ity nature. For the take of the former Brown—They have even speeded we have built up strong states, and up sliced these days. for the sake of the latter we have Black—Yeh I A fellow who was built up science. considered pretty fast j few years The Chinese are too In x y and too ago now would he looked upon as good natured for auch pursuit» To dead slow.—Cincinnati Enquirer. say that they are Inxy I * however, only true In a certain sense. They nre not lazy In the way of tropical peoples; that Is to any, the Chinese w ill work hard for their living. Em ployers of labor And them extraordi narily Industrious. But they will not • r strong. I r r l In d u s i tntn-MATUBB'a work, as Americans and western Ku ropeana do, simply because they M I-U wm ifnd»l»~tuWn.l would be bored If they did not con sonda pUasaat—M t —«o- Z 1ONIGHM Bln hl-tomorrow slrtahL _ m h h w iw tinue doing their dally work. U o t a X S e b o i. • A L H tU M S Nor do they love hustle for Its own T h s A f l - V Y p l a W « L a g g in g oak* When they have enough to live on, they live on It. Instead of trying to augment It by hard work. They have an InAnlte capacity for leisurely amusement—going to tha theater, talking while they drink tea, admir ing the Chinese art of enrller tim e* P a L itto n * walglng In beautiful scenery, or “Pa,” said Johnnie, "what's ■ mon playing game* ologue?" Living In the East has, perhaps, a “It's a conversation being carried corrupting InHucnce upon a white on by a man and bis wife, eon," man. but 1 must confess, that, since growled his dad. I was In China, 1 have regarded Iasi- ness aa one of the beet qualities of which men In the mana are rapnbl* — Bertrand Russell In the Modern Thinker. Criticism of Chicago Police Put Musically The Princess M'dvanl, better known ae Mary McCormic, the grand opera •Inger, has decided that America <loee not live up to Its reputation for •peed The other day she was dash ing through tha Chicago loop In her high-powered foreign car when a traffic officer ordered the machine to the curb and began to make out a tlckeL T h o r n 's N e ver a Clash “But I am In a great hurry," pro Jack—How do the Joneses get tested the diva, “I have a matinee along? and already I am late.” J ill—Fine. He's all for huslnea* ’ But the officer continued writing, and she's all for bridge. taking the usual half hour to write the words necessary on the tlckeL A taxi came along and the singer grabbed It. leaving her chauffeur to aettle with the irollcemnn. As she alntnnied the taxi door, the singer said sarcastically: "You police look so fortissimo, but often hare worms you are painfully andante." P E T E R M A N ’S A N T FOOD A d u lts , like Children, N o P le a s a n t D re a m “Is a retirement that will permit you to rend and rest one of tha pleasant dreams of your life?" “It'a no pleasant dream." an swered Senator Sorghum. “It'a a nightmare.” Uncle Ebon “ When anyone telle me he never makee a mistake," said Uncle Eben, “he's making one right there In thlukln* l’s glneter believe him."— Washington Star. O n ly loo often full-grown man and woman »uflar Inlantaly and axpota tbamwhra* to on- p i m h * m vd ic o l tra a tm a n t without rvolixing that worm* ore tha cau*o o f thalf trouble, to** o f op- pvtlte, ra*tlaH l l n p , abdominal pain* or narvoulna** ara lymptomt. Taka Dr. Joyna’s Varmlfwga. II Is plaasant, absolutely korm- lo*s and the m od a flk la n f proporotlon known to ox pal round worm* and »hair egg*. Sofa, ganlla ond turo In oction. Oat a bottle today from your druggist. OIL 0 . JAYNE A S O N , ffhlladalphla. O V E R 3 8 M IL L IO N B O TTLES SOLO \R iH i< M e r m ifu q e O r a B um ble Boo “I like cheerfulness. I admire any one who sings at hla work.” “Say, you must love a mosquito.” l l r 4! “Take Me to LeBlond. It’s His Daughter. Let Him Settle It.” aim ; but fell, sprawled In low brush far short of his goal, as Paradis backed away, his gun still covering his enemy. “Ah!” chuckled the other, “that was worth de blow In de face at Medicine Stone—to see you Jump like a frog." Jim got to his feet, his eyes on the grimacing face behind the rIAe barrel. He must get closer—risk b-lng hit, to get that gun. But how? Lowering the rIAe, Paradia said with a chuckle: “Now that I have made you Jump, I weel make a leeile hole through your heart. Monsieur .Teem Stuart.” Then he raised the rifle and took deliberate aim. The leveled gun was yards a way <vltb low hush between. It was hope !<"»» If he rushed. 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