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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1937-04-29, Page 2THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY, APRIL 20th, 1937 TRY THIS TODAYgent- FAS this. he grinned. “She’s make to help, mam’selle. You qui&k”. al- felt comfort £aonf£ti- fteh. M(ul- SECOND INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Ellen Mackay, on her way from school at Winnipeg, to join her father at Fort Edson, misses the boat by which he was to travel. Hearing that another boat is to start north in the morn ing, Ellen .goes to the owner, John Benham, and begs him to give her a passage. To her surprise he .flat ly refuses. mur- here. selle. Den we will shoot the Cascade Rapid. M’sieu Benham, she’s not send you back after dat. I have put daf food and water and blankets, mam’selle. And Pierre, he’s watch out for you.” Ellen gripped Pierre’s huge paw with both her slim hands. “You are kind, Pierre,” she murmured- “I’ll not forget “Bien,” me happy hide now, Her heart beating thunderously. E'Uen crept beneath the edge of the tarpaulin and crouched quietly. .She felt the slight quiver of the scow as Pierre left. Alone now. Alone! De finitely committed to the great ad- venure. The future might bring— anything, but queerly enough, Ellen felt no fear. Only a stirring antic ipation. She remembered those strange marvellously clear, almost hypnotic eyes of John Benham. The next time they rested on her—what 'would they mirror? Burprise, yes. Anger most surely. Yet Ellen somehow. It was cozy there in beneath tihe tarpaulin, and felt about her. Then she bless ed simple, big-hearted Pierre Bus chard. For, in a crevice between the imossed bales and boxes of the go was a bundle of food and E a jar Ing in outline, somewhat like a half remembered dream. Suddenly s<he realised that the inexplicable rest lessness which had actuated during these four years had nothing gia. tihe Ing Ing And so' John Benham and her father were at loggerheads. Very well, if Angus Mackay hated this free trader, then Angus Mackay’s daughter would hate him also. She -settled this fact in her mind with a clack of her little white teeth. She felt she could trust her father’s judg ment in such a matter. She won dered again just what the issue was between her father and John Ben ham. She mused over this to doze and soon fell asleep. It was dark, when she awoke. Pat McClatchney was shaking her ly by the Shoulder. “C'ome, lass,” the old fellow mured. “Pierre Buschard is He would talk with you.” 'Ellen followed Pat into the store, now dimly lit by the yellow beams •off a lamp. Standing just at the edge of the glow was a huge dark figure of a man. As Ellen entered, the stranger tugged off his wool- ‘sleek, chill contours of len <cap and stood twisting it be--,water> tween two great paws. “This is Angus Mackay’s lass, Pierre,” announced Pat. Pierre Buschard murmured a so norous greeting and bowed clumsily. Ellen smiled and advanced close to the giant riverman. “You are going to help me, Pierre?” “Oui, pui, mam’seille,” rumbled the big fellow. “M’sieu Benham, he’s be mad lak’ wolf at Pierre Buschard, but Pierre do- w’at he can. You come wit’ Pierre now mam’selle and we must be quiet lak’ lynx w'en he stalk dat rabbit.” Ellen, victim to a sudden tumultu- •our thrill, scurried away and donned her mackinaw and cap. Back in the big room s'he stood on her tiptoes and .pecked Pat McClatchney on one whiskered cheek with her red pursed lips. “I’ll remembei* this, Pat,” she promised. ’Tis little enough, lass. Now stick to your guns and I gamble this will come out well enough. I feel sure cf your safety, for whatever else he may be, John Benham is a gen tleman and the finest riverman in the North. Pierre and du just as he says, has already taken care of your lug gage.” Pat gave Ellen’s arm a squeeze and shook hands with Pierre B-usch- ard. The next thing Ellen knew Pierre had taken her arm and was guiding her steps down the sloping bank of the river. It was still out there vastly, ex cept for the ceaseless beat of the river, while the night throbbed to the power of the limitless wilderness which stretched away to the north. A faint, haunting, quavering note drifted down from among the mass ed stars. The geese were winging All things were heading even she! Ellen found her with a strange, wild the darkness She stirred car- the of the the bit | Ellen snuggled down into .‘blankets, covering .herself with Warm, comforting folds. After a she relaxed all tension. The scow rose and fell to the surge of the river, creaking and 'complaining at its tether like t blooded horse, an xious to be gone. her been g else but a foj;m of nostal- It had been her own country, far country, that had been call- to her. And now she was go- home,’ Presently the riverman ceased his song, and then all the multitude of lesser sounds became manifest. The hoarse, throaty mutter of the river; the endless songs of adventuring wa ters; the creak of stout timbers; the rasp of hard-swung sweeps against the thole pins, Once the shrill hunting scream of the osprey echo ed. Several times she heard the soft shuffle of moccasined feet pass ing close beside her hiding place. At first tnese sounds were sooth ing, but with a passing hour or two, restlessness seized the crouching girl. Her hiding place was far from uncomfortable but it was irksome to remain so still and quiet when every fibre of her being called for freedom and action. She began avidly to crave sight of that world which lay just beyond the thin covering of canvas. It was the rising sun which made Ellen’s position particularly uncom fortable. The heat, under that canvas covering grew thick and heavy. Before long she was bathed in prespiration, and she drank often of the water the thoughtful Pierre Buschard had provided. The crawl ing hours seemed intolerably long. She did her best to sleep those hours away, but a fitful doze was the best she could accomplish By the time nightfall brought blessed cool ness again her head was aching and Now run along with He Spray drenched her and the wind of their speed clutched at her face a big Peterborough up on the shore, and north, north, self thrilling esetasy. There was canoe pulled in the bow .of this Pierre placed the girl. Then he shoved off, balanced himself deftly in the stern, while he lifted and dipped a gleaming paddle. The buoyant craft trembled before tlie grip of the river, but headed against the current and stole silent ly upstream. Ahead a jutting point loomed. Still as a w^nd-blown shadow they rounded the point and drifted bank wards again. Uncouth shapes took form in the night. Ellen recognized the loaded scows of John Benham’s brigade. The canoe drifted in and gently touched the nearest scow. Sil ently Pierre Burschard stepped to the scow and held the Peterborough firm. “Come, mam’selle,” he whispered. Ellen stepped out beside him. Pierre indicated the massed cargo of freight upon the scow. He lifted up one edge of the ta,rpaulin which cov ered the pile. “Under here,” he breathed, “You must hide, mam’- Ellen’s thoughts grew dreamy and i hei’ muscles tormented with inactiv- clouded 'with sweet lapgour. The' scow became a cradle and the great mysterious force of the river a gen tle hand to rock it. Presently she slept. When Ellen Mackay awoke again it was with a start and a short gasp of surprise. For a moment she scarcely knew where she ‘was. Then all that had happened during the night came back to her and she re laxed. Close beside her a deep voice was booming. A moment she listened then smiled. Her pertur bation left her. In its place came a flood of warm, dancing thrills, She began to hum softly, keeping time with the cadence of the song the deep-chested riverman was sing ing. It wts the old wild song of the river brigades, the Chanson de Voy- ageaur. And it meant that the scows of John Benham’s brigade were at last free of their tethers; that they were now part and parcel of the great spring migration into the distant wilderness of the Three River Country. Tihe chill -of early morning was still in the air, and Ellen was grate ful for the warmth of her blankets. She lay there quietly, queerly .con tent. Strange the transition wrought within the space of two short weeks. She thought of the school life she had left behind her, of the compan ionship, the gaiety, the luxury. A far cry indeed from her present pos ition. Yet she knew no regret. It all seemed queerly vague and lack- brigade Rapids, safe in to John the ra- baek as a 1 1 iLBURne HEALTH ‘ ErvepiU-^ K A F The tired, Worn out mother cannot make a happy home if she is nick and worried by the never ending household duties. She gets run down and becomes n6rvOu$ and irritable, downhearted and discouraged, don’t test at night, and gets Up in the morning as tired as when she Went to bed. Women suffering in this Way will find in Milburn’s EL & N. Pills a remedy With which, io recuperate their health, build up the run down system, and bring back theif bodily vigor. ity. But when, by the efforts and shouting of the .Cree Indians, she knew the scows were being warped into, the bank to tie up for the night, renewed energy came again to her, and she smiled in triumph. One more cool, friendjy night in hiding, and in the morning the would shoot the Cascade After that she would be making »h.er presence known Eenham. For, once below pid, he could not send her without expensive delay and labour. The scows were in movement when Ellen awoke on the following morning. Again some member of the crew, invigorated by the spark ling dawn, was roaring out the river song. And again tihe river was speaking to her, though a new note had entered its voice. At first it was only a distant throb, but time went on the throb became deep rumbling roar. 'Cascade Ra pids! Fresh activity arose on the scows. Directions and advice were shouted back and forth. She creak of sweeps on thole pins became steadier, firm- -er. The scows began to pitch and rock. Ellen, even in her walled-in covert, could distinctly feel the in crease in speed. The thunder of the rapids arose to crashing 'pro portions. Then it seemed as though a giant hand grasped the Scow and hurled it out into utter chaos. Mad waters! The hoarse, quiver ing roar of the pent ,rived beast, bat tling the .barriers of confinement. Spray arose to tihgle the lungs. The scow leaped and danced like tihe merest cockleshell. If men were shouting now., then their voices were being beaten back at their lips. Ellen was not frightened. Rather was she thrilled to her finger-tips* Hers was the true pioneer hlood, which beat rich and strong and vi brant in the battle with natural forces. Abruptly she swept aside the tarpoulih and stepped forth. Con finement had become intolerabe. The men at the sweeps did not seem to notice her, With quick,' thrilling steps she tan to the front fjc ♦ > sjw V I H ' 1 WH -'' - PRESTO! FLICK TO THE GEAR YOU WANT (Same familiar gear positions) CHANGE-O! LIFT A TOE . . , AND GEARS SHIFT (Yon can forget the clutch pedal) Gears shift themselves at the flick of a finger . t ♦ the touch of a toe ...in the new Hudsons and Terra planes with Selective Automatic Shift. The front floor is all clear of gear shift and brake levers... nothing in the way of your feet. And nothing new to learn! 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Eyes from other scows had marked her presence also, and she saw Pier re Buschard grinning broadly and waving to her. Then one of the big craft headed towards her own. When the scows were- still a good three yards apart a big, bare-headed figure clearned the space in one clean leap of splendidly co-ordinated muscles, and a moment later John Beniham was beside her. ‘Well,” -he said slowly, his voice steady and deep. “I see you’ve won. And by the grin on Pierre Buschard I can guess how you did it.” Ellen’s courage came back with a rush. She smiled, “I was desparate It was the only way. I hope you will not be angry with Pierre. He was very kind. And as I said at first—I will pay you well for your trouble.” Benham raised a deprecating hand. A queer hardness twisted his mouth and a certain glint of triumph shone in his eyes. '“My payment is already asstired,” he said grimly. "I’m a good hater. I’ll exact my •pound of flesh.” Ellen stared at him. In a of seconds he had stern and savage, shot through her. surely . . . “Don’t -worry space become somehow A ripple of fear It couldn’t be . . personally,” he stated with a swift, harsh laugh, reading her thoughts with discon certing ease. "You’ll be quite safe. And Pierre is an old and valued friend. He meant well.” A crimson tide again flowed across Ellen’s face. “Thank you,” she said stiffly. “I’m not afraij.” Benham nodded and turned away. Going back to the crew he snapped a few terse orders. The Crees lean ed muscular bodies against the sweeps and under Benham’s direc tions wrove the scow up to the bank and tethered it there. lEUen’s uneasiness grew. Was he going to send her back after all? Was her triumph to be so short liv ed? Then She breathed more easily. Benham, aXe in hand, had leaped ashore and was swinging the gleam ing blade in swift, powerful strokes among the slender boles of a dwarf birth thicket. In ten minutes’ time he had felled and trimmed a full dozen of the tapering poles and had passed them aboard. A moment later the scow was again out in the river, scudding northward. With axe and hammer and a handful of spikes, Benham went sil ently to work at the prow of the scow. With the poles spiked upright and a length of tarpaulin unearthed from the cargo, he fashioned a small enclosure. To finish it off he brought out the Blankets Pierre. Buschard had provided for her and placed them in the new-built cubby, “When we tie up for the night the men shall gather you enough spruce tips for a comfortable couch,”' he announced, "This will afford you reasonable privacy.” Then without another word or look he stowed the axe away, strode among his men and stood there, bringing out a short black briar pipe which he affectionately clenched in his teeth, to smoke calmly and dis interestedly. The next halt was made at sun down. .'The scows were tied up, fires lit and the evening meal prepared. Benham 'himself did not come near her, but he sent Pierre Buschard to' her with several heaped dishes of savoury, steaming food and a panni kin of scalding hot tea. By the time she had finished her supper the Indians had brought numerous arm fuls of fragrant spruce tips for her bed. ’ . . Ellen arranged her own couch, then, with sudden determination, went ashore. Benham faced her. “I’m going for a little exercise,” she said defiantly “Or am I a prisoner?” “Not in the*. least,” was the quiet answer. “Only don’t go too far. It is nearly dark and these woods are uncharted.” Unconsciously, Ellen stayed long er than she ha'd intended. When she finally threaded her way back to the fire but a single figure remain-, ed seated before the fading flames. It was Benham. He looked at her without speaking. A stir of response gripped Ellen. She knew he had been waiting her return. “I’m sorry,” she said, quiet ly. “ISorry if I’ve kept you from your rest. But somehow it seemed that I had at last come home, after being away too long. I won’t offend this way again. I realize I am very much in your debt.” 'Benham nodded, “I understand,” he said softly. “I, too have been away—and come home. And I often sit late like this. It is at night that all this speaks.” A brief gesture en compassed the wilderness about them. Ellen was (startled. Most men she had (known in the north country be came hardened to its beauties. But there was something poetic in John Benham’s simple words and tone, in some intangible way it seemed a bond of friendship of common under standing between them was born there at that moment. For a long time Ellen stood there across the flames from this strange still, elemental man. Her mind seethed with truant thoughts, and words that frighitener her lay close to iher lips. Then one of the sleeps ing Indians stirred in his blankets. The spell was broken. Ellen moved away. “iGOod-night,” she called softly. “Good-night—John Benham.” (To be' continued) ----5;--------------------------- -— SPRING FOOD SUPPLY SAVES BEE COLONIES evailable in the fields, but these colonies can be saved feeding, rn Eastern Canada winter was far from being With the active season rapidly ap proaching the beekeeper should make a careful survey of his apiaries as soon as weather conditions will permit, for by doing so the may save many a colony from starvation. Most colonies die during the early spring because of the food supply becoming exhausted before sufficient new sup pies are many of by early the past an ideal winter for the bees and win ter months gave warning .of heavy food consumption, therefore, a pos sible shortage should be investigat ed as early as possible. Those who are expecting package bees this spring are advised to> not ify their nearest express agent or customs officer and make arrange ments for immediate delivery upon the arrival of the bees. Further more, everything else should be in readiness to house and feed the bees when they are received. Details re garding the care and ■ management of package bees usually accompany t>he packages and these details should be followed carefully. A bulletin entitled “Package Bees and How to Install Them” can be obtained by writing to the Publicity and Extension Branch, Dominion Department of Agriculture, Ottawa. The overhauling of equipment should be done at once and new supplies should be ordered and put into readiness before the bees re quire them. To put this off until the summer months may cause heavy losses, both in bees and honey crops, To, be successful with bees means to outplan them, therefore, the wise beekeeper will b prepared for any emergency. Tjhoughts Elsewhere Minister—And in closing, breth- 1 ren, let us pray I will ask Deacon Brown to lead. Deacon Brown (awakening from a nap); iHain’t my lead, I dealt. 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