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SYNOPSIS
Allen Garth is preparing to make
a trip to a arsine which he has discov-
ered in the Canadian Northwest when
an aeroplane appears at the little re-
fueling station and an elderly man,
a young man and a young woman
alight•. .
The two men who are looking for
mining prospects, become much •in-
teiested in some specimens of ore
shown thein by Garth. They are all
rather haughty, especially the girl,
and treat Garth like a servant, but
he shows his independence and does-
n't allow himself to be ordered about.
They decide to take Garth in their
aeroplane to inspect his mine and if
it turns out to be worth working to
take a lease for a year and.give him
sixty percent. of the output. They
become so interested that they try
to get away in their plane leaving
him behind so they can put in their
claim for the mine. They are thwar-
ted in this and their plane is swept
down the falls and destroyed. Garth
then agrees to lead them out if they
will, do just as he 'says and he has
got then out to the Mackenzie.
NOW GO ON WITH TIDI STORY
The girl's reply was to scramble
forward on the shoreward wing of
the plane. Garth waded out in the
icy water and had her hand down his
rifle, the three pairs of snowshoes,
and all the blankets. He tossed ev-
erything to Dillon, then took the
girl on his shoulder.
The policeman had started up-
streamwith the outfit. He walked
across the now shallow ford without
getting a drop of water over the tops
of his heavily greased shoepacks.
Garth slung Lilith on his shoulder
like a sack of meal and splashed a-
cross after Dillon.
At the far bank Dillon stopped to
put on' a pair of snowshoes. Garth
lowered the girl upon a bare rock,
and ran down the left bank to swing
aboard the cabin plane. With him he
took the blankets. When he carne a-
shore, he had on dry socks and moc-
casins.
He frowned at Lilith, She was
flopping awkwardly along on snow-
shoes behind the policeman.
"Take off those webs and get into
the cabin," he ordered.
"I will not," she refused. "I'm go-
ing with you. I came to see that
beast arrested."
"Don't be a fool. We'll be there
and back before you've more than
got started. There's no time to wait
for you. Blizzard may swoop down
any minute."
He had slipped on the third pair of
snowshoes. He took his rifle from
Dillon and started off as guide. The
constable followed at the same rapid
gait. He was an experienced snow-
shoe runner. Lilith tried to immitate
their deft swinging stride with the
webs. Her left bow swung around
upon the right one. She tripped and
plunged face -down into a drift.
Instead of turning back at the
girl's cry of appeal, Garth quickened
his stride to a run. A severe bliz-
zard would thicken the skim ice and
close the water lane out from the
stream mouth. That would mean a
wait until the stream ran dry with
the freeze-up glacier. Not until then
would the lake ice become thick e-
nough for the cabin plane's pontoons
to be chopped free and pried up on
the surface.
Though Garth edged away from
the lake shore, he kept among the
larger well -spaced spruce trees below
the timberline scrub, This allowed
hini and Dillon to mush along at full
stride. The drifts between the trees
were just enough wind -packed to hold
up a runner on webs.
Above the site of his old camp
Garth halted and signed for his com-
panion to listen. Down through the
snowy stillness came a clear ring of
metal on metal.
"They're drilling below the frost -
line to blast a shaft," he said. "Rich-
er garvel on bedrock, at the foot of
the placer trough,"
Dillon forged into the lead. "You'll
trail me now, sir."
Without any protest, Garth fell in
behind. The Law was now in com-
mand. A few strides brought them
to the dyke of igneous rock that wal-
led the lower end of the placer trough
From behind a stunted spruce, they
peered across the treeless width of
rock to where a large fire was flam-
ing at the edge of the matted timber-
line scrub.
Over the fire hung three big iron
kettles. Beside it stood a small cra-
dle for rocking gravel. But there
was no one working the rocker, nor
was there anyone in sight. Even the
ring of sledge on drill in the newly
dug pit, just beyond the fire,' had
ceased.
"Not so good," Garth murmured.
"I'nm not se sure it'a a surprise."
"You'll stay here, sir."
"No:"
Constable Dillon spoke with cool
logic: "It it's a surprise, I need no
assistance. If he is warned and pre•
pared to resist, better for you' to sup
port me from cover,"
"Well—
perhaps."
"The, only way sir. You stood rem
sponsibie for bringing the young
lady."
That clinched the argument a-
gainst Garth, He had permitted Lil-
ith to coarse along. Having brought
the willful girl with him, he now, had
to look out for her. He had taken on
the responsibility.
"Very ' well, Dillon,' he agreed.
"Wait till I take position."
He shifted to the Ieft side of the
stunted spruce and crouched down
where he could peer between the low-
er branches. At the other side, the
constable stood up and stepped out
into the open. Hardly was he clear of
cover when a harsh shout cane from
the scrub beside the. fire:
"Halt! Throw up your hands."
Garth caught the, menace in Hux-
by's voice, and leveled his rifle. There
was nothing of the fourflusher about
the engineer. He was a coldblooded
killer.
Constable Dillon paused. But he
did not put up his hands. The North-
west Police do not surrender. Dil-
lon merely swung the barrel of his
carbine backward under his arm, and
made quiet reply:
"I have here a warrant for the
arrest of Vivian Huxby for theft and
assault to murder. Any persons who
interfere with his arrest will make
themselves liable."
"Bah, you cock -capped red jay, you
can't bluff me," Huxby gibed. "You'-
re covered. Move, and you get a bul-
'let through you. Drop that gun and
shove up your bands."
A sideward jumping down -thrown
would have put the constable back in
cover. But he was a member of the
Northwest Mounted Police. Retreat
could no more be considered by him
than surrender, Also, he had no
authority to shoot his man. The war -
'rant called only for the arrest of the
accused. He had to do his duty at
whatever risk.
"You will be well advised not to
resist" he said.
With that, he raised his right snow-
shoe and slid it up a low cross -drift
in a forward step. As he bent for-
ward to bring up the other web, a
rifle roared in the dense scrub.
Garth fired into the faint haze -puff
of smokeless powder. Back came a
bullet that clipped a branch at his
left elbow. He shifted sideways to-
wards the tree trunk, and rose to peer
through a higher opening. A. slight
movement of spruce spray in the
scrub brought his rifle to his shoul-
der. He paused a moment to peer
over the sights, his finger kissing the
trigger.
Another twitch of that spruce twig.
His finger tightened on the trigger--
Crash!
rigger—Crashl He hurled down on his right
side, The first thought that flashed
into his mind was that his rifle had.
burst. His right arm had gone numb
as if broken by the shock.
Luckily, he did not at once try to
spring up. As he paused to feel at
the numb arm,with his left hand, the
bark flew fraljii a limb close over his
head. The;,r of white wood show-
ed that t1i bullet had been fired from
off to his left.
Ile flattened down and crawled in-
to the' snowless hollow alongside the
tree' trunk. In the hollow lay his
rifle. It had not burst. But that was
no consolation. The first shot from
off to the left had struck square a-
gainst the side of the breech and
smashed the magazine.
This was the crash that had jerked
him over by knocking the rifle out of
his grasp. The wonder was that his
trigger finger had not been torn off,
or that a fragment of the shattered
bullet had not ripped open his face.
One look at the weapon showed
that it was ruined, He wormed past
it to the far side of the tree trunk.
During all the many seconds that
had passed since the firing of the
first shot, he had heard no call nor
any sound whatever from Constable
Dillon. He peered out under the
low -drooped spruce boughs on that
side of the tree,
As he expected, the worst had hap-
pened. The policeman lay on his
back. He had been shot through the
heart. One glance told Garth the
fact that his companion was beyond
all aid.
He looked for the constable's car-
bine. It was nowhere in sight. The
low drift behind which Dillon had
fallen gave Garth enough cover to
crawl out beside the body. But the
carbine was not under its owner.
Garth pulled the snowshoes from
the feet of the dead man. On the heel
of one web he perched the constable's
cap. He reached out sideways and
lifted the cap so that it peeped above
the top of the drift. The cap flipped
back off the snowshoe, pierced
through by a bullet from 'the scrub
beside the fire.
Atthe roar of the shot, Garth bob-
bed up, three feet to' the left, to look
for the missing carbine. It lay' half
buried in the snow, a long ten feet
away, When shot, Dillon must have
flung out his hands as, ho pitched
over backwards. In the midst of the
convulsive jerk,' death had loosened
his grip on his carbine.
Quickly Garth ;flattened down a-
gain, a bullet from the other side of
the fire zipped through the drift crest
within a' span of, his elbow. Not one,
but at least two of Huxby's miners
Were backing his murderous attaek,
Huxby had proved he could shoot.;
a rifle with deadly accuracy, and his,
men were nearly its expert. To make
a dash for the carbine would be equi-
valent to committing suicide. To lie
quiet would givethe killers time to.
realize there was no rifle waiting to
meet their attack.` The fourth man
might already be circling to creep in
from the rear.
With his knife Garth slashed out
the webs of Dillon's snowshoes. Then,
worming his way backwards, he
started to drag the body downslope.
The tree put him under cover from
the two killers near, the fire. A. drift
enabled him to crawl to another tree
without being seen by the man off
to the left.
A. sideward shift brought Garth to
the shallow channel of the frozen
spring rill. Down the channel a few
yards, an up -jut of rock offered a
complete cover. He swung the body
of the constable across his shoulders,
stepped into his snowshoes and ran
aslant downslope.
He had run only a few moments
when angry yells told that his retreat
had been discovered. But no bullets
came zipping through the spruce
trees. He swerved to the right, on a
straight line for the mouth of the gla-
cier stream.
Every few seconds that passed
without the roar of a rifle behind him,
meant a widened margin of safety.
The pursuers must have failed to no-
tice his 'broken rifle in under the
spruce, or else they thought he was
hiding in the rill channel, waiting for
them to come within range of the con-
stable's service pistol.
Whatever the cause of their delay,
he had gained a long start before
more yells told him they had cut his
trail. At the outburst, Garth eased
off a little on the desperate speed of
his running.
No chance now of the pursuers ov-
ertaking him. They would have to
flounder through the drifts over
which he was skimming like a skater
on thin ice. Now and then, under the
added weight of the dead constable,
he broke through. But, for the most
part, he kept on the surface.
He had been bred in the North. He.
knew as if by instinct where the
blizzard that piled those drifts, had
packed them hardest. He kept as
much as possible on the side of the
drifts that had faced the wind, and
avoided the soft snow in the lee of
the larger spruces.
His fast noshing had already cov-
ered three-fourths of the distance to
the stream. It was now a simple
matter of running on to increase his
handicap over the killers, Only a
little time would be needed to cast
free the cabin plane. As she drifted
out in the cure ent, the cross -wind
would swing her around. Then a
quick run out the water lane, and the
take -off --
Close ahead, he caught sight of Lil-
ith Ramill. She was sitting on her
snowshoes. Her right foot was
drawn up on her left knee, and she
was rubbing hard at the ankle.
(Continued next week.)
DOINGS IN THE SCOUT
WORLD
A Wolf Cub's Dream Come True
A case of assorted Australian jams
was the Christmas gift of the 2nd
Lindfield Wolf Cub Pack of New
South Wales, Australia, to the Wolf
Cubs of Lindfield, Sussex, England.
Prince To Head Swedish Scouts
Prince Gustaf Adolf of Sweden
will be in personal charge of the
contingent of Boy Scouts represent-
ing that country next summer at the
5th International Scout Jamboree to
be held in Holland. His staff of as-
sistants will include Count Folke
Bernadotte.
French President 'Confers highest
Honour On Lord Baden-Powell
The highest decoration of the Re-
public of France, the insignia of
Grand Officer of the Legion of Hon-
our, ' was presented by President
Blinn at the Elysees Paris, to Lord
Baden-Powell, Chief Scout of the
World. Lord and Lady Baden-Powell
were in Paris to, attend the celebra-
tions marking the 25th anniversary
of the organization of Scouting in
France. On Sunday the Chief Scout
reviewed some 20,000 Scouts - and
Guides, and attended a great gather-
ing of Scouts at the Sorbonne.,
The 1936 Scout -Guide Santa Claus
Once again, for the 13th consecutive
year, a coast-to-coast chain of Boy
Scout and Girl Guide Christmas Toy
Shops furnished Santa Claus with
Gifts for many thousands of kiddies
in all parts of the Dominion who oth-
erwise would have been missed. The
field of distribution included a long
list of children's institutions annually
provided for by the Scout` toy shops
at Saint John, Montreal, Winnipeg,
Calgary and Victoria; fishermen's
families along the Atlantic coast,
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:he'V5c'a r"a°r'dYr'r'r'L'S iNis'WeWsWaVAI A rYrrr`rYlr`iV'u r°rLYJV e'.
It was during the depression years.
A young man—aged 21—was receiv-
ing from his employers (a real estate
firm) $25 a week. He thought that
his wage should be at least $40 a
week, and so he tried to stir up his
fellow employers to make a collective
demand on their employers for an in-
crease in the pay in the ease of jun-
iors, a restoration of "cuts" in the
case of older employees, a five-day
week, and several other things. As
the idea of presenting this demand
developed, it was proposed that each
of the older employees—those getting
$50 or more a week—should consent
to a reduction of salary to the extent
of $14 a week. In this way the fund
would be created out of which the
juniors would get their pay increased.
Needless to say the old or long term
employees would not consent to any
such proposal, but this did not prevent
the young man of 21 and an associate
from submitting their request for
higher pay to their two principals.
The youthful agitator was not
worth $25 a week to his employers.
The character and quality of his work
were low-grade. Indeed, he could
have been let go without having to be
replaced, This young man had a lot
of fool ideas about profit-sharing, ac-
quired from various persons, books,
newspaper and magazine articles. He
!ell that the world owed him a living,
and a good one—and this without his
giving back to the world anything of
equivalent value.
The full story of this young man,
his fellow workers, and his principals
is told in abook called "The Sound of
Running Feet" by Josephine Law-
eence. This same author wrote an-
other book—an acclaimed book—cal-
led "If I had Four Apples."
Both these books give intimate pic-
tures of family life as it is lived in
big cities by very middle-class fami-
lies. Miss Lawrence seems to know
thoroughly how such families live
and move and have their being. She
does not preach, but just gives you
pictures, leaving it to you yourself to
come to conclusions. At the same
time, Miss Lawrence leaves you in no'
doubt concerning her purpose. This
purpose is to expose the paltry, pur-
poseless, tawdry, empty life of the
class of persons and families about
which she writes,
In the book, "I Have Four Apples"
Miss Lawrence floodlights a family
which has let itself be ensnared by
the instalment system of purchasing.
ruiners' children in Cape Breton, iso-
lated Indian and foreign community
schools in Northern Ontario, and the
children of thousands of families in
the drought areas of Saskatchewan.
Toy Shops at Montreal, London and
Ottawa shipped bulk quantities of
toys to Regina, Moose Jaw and Sas-
katoon, to assist the shops of those
centres in meeting their heavy de -
mend. The more than 5,000 kiddies
looked after by the Saskatoon Scouts
included several hundred in the; far
north of the province, who, were
reached' by a Santa Claus aboard an
.&C.Airas lne.
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This family buys its house, its furni-
ture, its refrigerator, its cemetery lot,
and almost everything else which it
uses, on the instalment plan. Its
weekly income is not equal to its ob-
ligations. It is in frantic distress the
whole time. And when, in the end,
it gets out of its smothering enfold-
ments, it uses its freedom to resume
buying on to instalment plan.
In her more recent book, Miss
Lawrence shows the home life of the
two owners—brothers; of the sick and
dying real estate business; of all em-
ployees. In every instance there is
the "sound of running feet" — the
phrase which is the book's title, One
of the owner brothers told his broth-
er of a recurrent dream—this when
the brothers were talking over their
troubling financial situation. The
brother said that quite twenty times
he had dreamed that he was out on
the streets, and that always he heard
the sound of the running feet of some
invisible and intangible pursuer —
someone whose intention was to de-
stroy the pursued one. This persisting
dream was born of anxieties and
fears.
In the family of one brother was a
son who had been an invalid since he
was three years of age. Small for-
tunes had been spent on him in an
effort to give him health and ability
to walk. At the moment when the
two brothers were being pressed to
raise the wages of rather useless em-
ployees, the mother of the, invalid and
the invalid himself were begging the
father to send them to some new place
staffed by 40 doctors—a very expen-
sive place to go to. At the same time,
the mother of the two brothers, set-
tled in a Home, was demanding extra
nurses, at a weekly cost of $50 or so.
In the other brothers' home, a son
aged 19 had made a foolish marriage,
and both he and his 17 -year old bride
were proposing to take up their resi-
dence with the son's father; and it
was suggested that the father should
dismiss some long-term employee in
order to give his 19 -year old son a job
and a salary.
In the home of one of the employees
was a married daughter with two
young children. This young woman's
husband had deserted her -perhaps not
a surprising desertion! Her father
was jobless—had been for two years.
It was the mother's weekly wage of
$50 which supported the home. And
the selfish daughter—lazy also—be-
gan going to a dentist whose fee for
the treatment proposed was to be
$240. Also this deserted wife discov-
ered that she wanted a divorce, in or-
der to marry a man who would not
consent to her taking her children
with her to the new hone. It would
cost $200 to get the divorce, said the
daughter, and, she' blandly expected
her mother to assume the expenses of
the dentist, --the lawyer, and the up-
bringing of the two young children
whom she would abandon. For years
and years this amiable mother had 1
hardly spent a dollar on herself.
It was pretty much the' sante sort
of situation which was found in the
homes •f other senior employees:
They had debts and burdens and help-
less and selfish and heartless relatives
depending on them.
Each of these employees seemed to
think that their employers were rol-
ling in money, and that they could, if
they wished, pay them more money—
this in the depression years, when the
real estate business was very hard
bit, None of them seemed to per-
ceive, that it was the good hearts of
their employers which had kept them
from letting useless or supernumerary
employees go.
I tell of this book—these books—
by Miss Lawrence because I think that
there are many persons in employ-
ment who fail to see how lucky they
are in having employment, and who
may fail to consider the difficulties
and griefs and good hearts of their
employers. Employers do not go a-
bout telling the world their difficul-
ties—domestic and financial. They
may have to go about masked as it
were --putting on a smiling counten-
ance to cover up a countenance seam-
ed with the lines of anxiety and sor-
row.
Also, I urge those in employment to
read "The Sound of Running Feet",
—to ask their lending or their public
library to acquire this book. Then, it
may be, that readers of the book will
turn away in disgust from the petti-
ness of life of clerical workers in big
cities, and determine to live larger
lives—more wholesome lives—in the
community where they have their
present employment.
"The Sound of Running Feet"! The
sound of pursuers who wish to cap-
ture us to destroy us! We can go
through life, if we will, without this
sound in our ears. But if we let our-
selves be sucked into a bog of debt—
this by our own follies or by the
laziness and misdeeds of those to
when we are bound by blood ties--.
then we may be hopeless fugitives for
long years.
BONERS
A barrister is a railing along a
staircase that you can slide down on.
A head tax is a tax collected from
everybody who has one.
Liable is when you say nasty
things about a person that are not
true.
Monsoon is the French word for
mister.
A orifice is a place where a busi-
ness man works.
Foist means you have come ahead
of the others
Dudgeon means the place in a castle
where prisoners are kept.
Mural is a girl's name.
Cosmical means something that is
funny.
A fowl is when you break the
rules of a game.
Rabid is the name of a small ani-.
mal.
Washington ` crossed the Delaware
in a boat because he had burned his
bridges before him.
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