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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
The old Indian'« eye» »napped with
humor, " l i e don* spik nodins; he sen
"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
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
“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
“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
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
The nole was written In pencil In an
N nrnnture hqpd ind unsigned.
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.
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
“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.
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
“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
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
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
"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-
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.
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
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
“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
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
“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
But when Jim reached the strip of
beach where he hud left hla man, It
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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 ,
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
“ 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."—
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.
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
“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. Paradis couldn't
The gold greedy Spanish conquerors
G o bi D e a e ri M o re A rid
The Gobi desert, one of the dryest
regions of the world. Is growing more
and more arid, nnd Is slepdlly ad
“Slicing Into northern China,
were ever searching for El Dorado,
the city of gold. There were plenty
of Aztec legends of such a city, but
the rapacious explorers seldom found
unythlng more golden than the mud
pueblos of the Zunl and llopl In tha
desert north, or the crumbling and nn-
golden ruins In the Jungles of tha
Relic* of ■•raslll»«
Ancient remains In Palestine dating
hack as fur as the kingdom of Israel
ites, covered by a foruin of the II»
rodlan period, and one of the succeed
Ing Roman period, were found nt Pa
hastleth, near Nablus, or ancient An
tlpatrlus, In central
stone channel by which water was
brought to the village from dlstaip
springs during the Roman oectinutloi
has been discovered In a well pre
served condition, and north of the vll
Inge some stone coffins were found h
n lloman mausoleum. Stone wnlh o
hinges closed »he two rooms of t
O n o T h in g N e e d fu l
O O O O O O O O O O O O O O C '^ O O O O O O O O O O O O Ö Ö Q O C O O
Egyptology cnrrles Its devotees back
to a profound antiquity In comparison
with which all the remains of Mexico
seem almost modern.
history Is known and written, while
not only the history but also the
ethnology of early Mexico remain mys
For example, the Quiche of
Guatemala and the Maya of Yucatan,
whose great temples and cities may
appear similar to the uninitiated,
were In reality distinct peoples, and
they both had languages which seem
wholly unrelated to the Inngunge of
the Aztecs of Mexico. It Is not wide
of the mark to assert that “Mexlcol-
ogy,” If such a word may be coined.
Is still In Its Infancy despite the re
mnrkable discoveries and erudite sin
dies of the savants.
W . N . U „ P o r t la n d , N o . 2 2 --1 9 3 Z *
Butcher— Round steak, madam?
How much of one’s dally utter
Bride—The shape doesn't Interei
ance Is denunciation nnd complain me. so long as It’s tender.—Souther
ing? Silence la lietter.
(TO BE C O N TIN U E D .»
Great Things Hoped of Exploration in Mexico
B e a tfo r D a ily D ae
B ec a u s e w h ile i t is cleans*
in g a n d p u r if y in g th e a k in ,
b y re a s o n o f its p u r e , sap
o naceou s p ro p e rtie s , i t is
• o o th in g i r r i t a t i o n s , b y
reaso n o f its s u p e r-c re a m y
e m o llie n t p ro p e rtie s d e
r iv e d
fr o m
I n flc iir n
O in tm e n t.
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