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I'' ett/sit„t,l„11t11t111,11111tIAA i, ntIMM,u,,..+a714.A. ti4A A. , W L :C2, i` Phones C"' % sad 224 PUI�"NIT" DEALER and FUNERAL DIRECTOR Motor Equipment PAINT -• Ot�3'TARIO ,,,n),n,rttiffs,1,1,YSlI,i,7l""ilrl MirtlgAMtlYIIA , Maroone Geo -4:e Mars COPYRIGHT by The PENN! PUBLISHING CO. SYNOPSIS.' CHAPTER 1.—Garth Guthrie, Ca- adiau war veteran, having to live in the open on account of weakened lungs, is factor of a Hudson's Bay post at Elkwan. He;came back from the conflict with a permanently scar- red face, which he realizes : cost him the love of his fiancee, Edith Fal- coner. Sir Charles Guthrie, his bro- ther, is a millionaire war profiteer. CHAPTER IL—With Etienne Sav- anne, hafbreed, his firm friend, Garth meets Doctor Quarrier, geologist, and his sister Joan. .Their schooner has drifted ashore. Quarrier complains he has been robbed by a man known as "Laughing McDonald” or to the Ind- ians as "McDonald Hal Ha!” because of a scar which gives- him "a perpet- ual grin. McDonald is Garth's com- petitor for the,fur trade. At Elkwa SERVICE WTNGHAM' Ai4►V .T�CE.TIME$ CHAPTER III Daylight found man and dog on the high river shore, At times the man spoke to the airedale, who, sensing his master's nxood, repeatedly return- ed from short excursions to nuzzle Guthrie's hand. Again.and again,' be- fore the light came, the whimpering huskies had taken up theirwailing, to be checked' by the man on guard, whose thoughts traversed the'swift weeks of the summer. Out of the silent places, this doom- ed child of the valiant heart had, come,: and now -into the silence had gone. What must have been her de- spair, he thought, to have left her people and sought sanctuary among strangers. But it had been'friends she had' found. n ; But what a miracle to have had an Indian girl, Ninda, tuberculosi victim,' whom Garth has befriended, dying; Quarrier hints that Ninda Garth's .mistress, which is hotly r seated. Joan, trained war nurse, care for Ninda, but the girl dies. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOR In the candor': of his explanation o the presence of the Indian girl a Elkwan,' he had unconsciously re vealed to the curious woman wh studied him, intimate glimpses' o heart. ' The emblem- of the Distin guished Service order which he wor in the photograph in his bedroom vouched for his caliber as a soldier But why, she mused, did the brothe of the rich Charles Guthrie linger i the wilderness of the west coast when a girl' of such 'loveliness as her thre photographs suggested waited for hi sebum: For the nature of their rel tions was established beyond doub by the written sentiment on the pho tograplis. Yet, his health returned, he seemed' to be deliberately staying on n the north.. What was behind it all, wondered Joan Quarrier; not pity for this poor child, who, in the manner of her kind, had given him worship for the only kindness life had vouchsafed I That, clearly, would have an- chored Guthrie; at Elkwan while I\Sinda lived, but in the face of the fact hat the girl was desperately M— ould not Iive into the autumn, he had prepared to winter on the west coast. Why?' So, together, they kept their watch, where, through the halting hours, the pint of the waif: of the forests hov- red, awaiting release. Once, after a aroxysm of coughing,:. the veil of de- riuin lifted and there was a nio went of consciousness. He leaned to er and the fear which had looked. robe the groping eyes faded as she cognized the scarred cheek. The wraith of a smile touched the drawn mouth. As the stars paled the purple undra of Akimiski, "again she recog ;.zed the face of Guthrie, Her lips loved. His straining ears caught a a int "Bo-jo," the Ojibwa farewell.' Then a crimson froth welled roni the tortured lungs. Joan Quarrier left him with his cad. When she returned with Old Anne ooning her grief, she touched him the shoulder. "You must go now. We will tare ✓ her." For a space he stood beside the cot, en said: `Good -by, Ninda. As you wished it, ote will stay—here, with your fends." He turner! cryptically to the arse. "She w: ; a soldier; she did of flinch from the wounds," and went it, followed: by the puzzled eyes of e other. Then, outside in the cold dusk of e clearing rose a wail, mournful, nearthly, followed by another and. ther. j'oan Quarrier's face appeared ti the r ni t� e of the living room., Tt ; io ghastly," she said with a Iver. "How do they know?". "They always know always wail for the dead," And he went out to quiet the dugs. At the gate of the stockade stood the airedale, joining the Huskies in their threnody under the fading stars. At Guthrie's comrnad, the dog stop- ped and trotting tip, with a ;muffled whine thrust his moist 'Nose into his master's hand. 5 is is e- s f t 0 f e' r n s a- t. that schooner driven on Akimiski with the girl who had shared the watch with him. What a solace and rock she'had been— those' fine, straight gazing dark eyes, and capable hands. It was because she had understood— had resented his thinking it necessary to explain the situation at Elkwan that he had been able to talle. so freely of Ninda, She had proved her mettle —she, too, was a soldier, He pictured Ethel, with her horror of the ugly, thrown into the situation which Joan Quarrier had calmly met with delicacy and skill. That afternoon Etienne and Guthrie erected a spruce.cross over the fresh grave in the little post cemetery and on the white wood of the arm,' Guth- " You See He Found Two of Us." rie burned with a hot iron the in- scription: "In ivlemory of Ninda—A Soldier," which for years was to be the cause of much shaking of puzzled heads among the whites and the Crees who saw it. At dawn the following morning, Guthrie's York boat with a Peterboro canoe in tow, slowly picked its way through the river mist of the Elkwan. 'delta. In thestern, steering with a sweep hewn from a spruce sapling, stood the wiry Etienne, who knew the, channels of the river mouths and the depths of the shoal coast from the Raft to Albany. To give the craft steerage way on the first of the ebb, the sailors of the shipwrecked shcoon- er manned four long oars. In the bow, the geologist, still smarting from his humiliation, talked in low tones to his sailing master. Beside the steers- man stood Guthrie, holding a corn pass, for the shores were invisible. Near hirer, with ,forefeeton the rail the airedale peered into the white wall of mist, his black 'nostrils dilat- ing as he caught, at intervals, on the moist air, scents vague, illusive, en- ticing. , "You are losing valuable time from your goose hunt by taking us to Al- batly in your boat," suggested 'Joan.. Quarrier, to Guthrie who had found a seat beside her. "After what you've done, I could not Send you off in that ship's boat. Yott might have:been days making Al- bany—had serious' trouble getting ashore to make camp if the wind changed. It's a tricky coast.. You're not much like your dignified brother," he answered, his face lighting in amusement a .s' lee glanced toward the eelking Ottarrier He's ha dly w r`r Ing about our goose supply far the winter;". The clean-cut mouth of the man .be- side her curled in the smile she had come to associate with the factor of Elkwan. Then her eyes, shifting to the dint ribbon of spruce edging the marshes, saw the face of the girl of the photograph at the post, and she wondered what was behind it all, Ile studied` the profile of Joan Quer- ier, the musingeeyes with the strongly marked brdws, the half -parted lips, the frame of chesnut hair shot with gold, Fine, it was, he thought with the beauty of expression; but above its comeliness of line and skin—the stamp of strength, the essence of character. The absent look faded from her eyes. "I can understand on a day like this," she said "what youmean by this gray coast holding. you. It so untouched -so ,primeval. It .seems al- most as if we were the first to see it." "It's like this for a thousand miles— the west coast," he replied, "with a few fur posts at the mouths of the. rivers." "A thousand miles of silence—ex- cent::the call of the geese." "You won't be here for the Black Brant and the Grand. geese. They're the last to reach the west coast,— they and the swans." "Swans?" He nodded. "You haven't heard the voice of the raw solitudes if you've missed the trumpeting of the swans, high against the October stars." "Man, you're growing poetic." "The swans and the gray geese," he went on, "typify it all—the silence, the loneliness, the beauty." For a space she sat, chin in hand, heavy brows contracted. Then she looked up with: "Like so inany, the din and excitement of the war—the disillusion of its aftermath, has left you with abnormal nerves. This lone- liness which attracts you now will make a herrni :of you—a, broodng ec- centric. Go back to Montreal before is too late." "Not until I've had it out with Laughing McDonald," he laughed. 'But whatever do you do in winter here? You'Il admit it's forlorn enough then. Is it hard to keep warm in this terrible cold?" "Cold? Why, It's 'colder on the north shore of Superior, and there's not as much snow. Of course when the wind blows it's cold on the sea ice. It's cold anywhere then." "And so you're actually not lonely," she persisted, "I've heard of men go- ing IIiad." "Oh, of coarse, there are times- His wind -burned face'darkened as he avoided her look, "But there are com- pensations, you know. Shot!" The airedale left the rail and pushing be- tween Guthrie's knees, lifted his whis- kered nuzzle with a thoaty rumble, his eyes searching his master's face: "Here is one. I couldn't be lonely with Shot, could I, old man?" His tail beating the air, the nose of the airedale wrinkled in a display of formidable faces smiling down at him. "He worships yogi, doesn't he?" said the girl. "We went through the last months together—comrades, You see he found two of us—gassed—and brought help," The brown' hands of Guthrie rubbed the airedale's small ears. Closing his eyes, Shot grunted in ecstacy. • "No, but we tire of pork, so when the goose is gone, go after caribou," "And that is what keeps you here this winter," she hazarded, "when it might be Montreal; your love of hunt- ing—the wilderness?" She is thinking of the pictures of Ethel, Guthrie surmised, and wonders why I ,stay. As the York` boat trav- eled, pushed by the following breeze, his gaze swept the shimmering waters of the gray strait to the sunlit barrens' of the island, Then he faced her frankly. "I'rn not sure what keeps ane here. It pulls me—the country, this life. After the war, everything was chang- ed. Montreal has grown callous No one cared for anything but pleasure— and money. It seemed as if the whole world had forgotten then—the' ones who 'went west,' and what they died for. I grew to hate it—the office. My nerves were a bit jumpy from the gas, I suppose. I was off color, of course, but everybody who had been in it .had a hard pull to readjust -to settle, the works, and I wished I was back with the' battalion -with the mud, and the rest of it" She nodded. "I know just liow you felt. There were times after I re- turned when I was simply homesick for my woundedand fire hospital life. I've really dreamed of it, Fancy dreaming of an evacuation hospital— yet I did;" "It gets you, doesn't it? although you curse it while you're in it?" His gray eyes lit with memory. She smiled in understanding. 1`It was hard, and awfttl—yet it does get one, as you say. It was life in the raw, stripped of, . the veneer -the shams. That is the reason, I. supe pose", "Yes, stripped of the shat% e -'that's it," Ile frowned, thee 'went on, "Shot .u.J e.i.l xrl➢,d'ki�(tl�' here, misses it terribly -the noise,'and. excitement, and the men,' He fights it all l oXgr again in his•,dreams. T know when he hears the guns or sees a Fritz, He looks like a mad porcupine —all quills, as he thrashes in his sleep, Eh, Shot? . . . Stand to!" With a low rumble in the hairy thoat, the war dog leaped back,stif- fening from nose to cocked tail, ears pricked, quivering nostrils testing the air, as the hair lifted oe inane and back. "Bravo, Shot!" shecried, reaching to pat the tense head of the dog. But the airedale ignored her, his small terrier eyes questioning Guthrie's face for the reason for the familiar "Alerte," which stirred wild memories of black nights shot with flashes of light; noises great and small; of men crawling -running; of xnen,lying still. Thu day, August 23ed, 1928 Guthrie calmed the excited dog. "You see, likethe .„.est ofus, he has- n't forgdtten,” „ '• "Good old Shotl" And j'oan Quar- rier stroked the bead of the dog who had returned to them, But her thoughts were of the girl in Montreal, and the riddle of Guthrie's exile. • Through the September day the York boat followed the coast south. In mid-afternoon Guthrie anchored off . the Big Willow river and going ashore `in the canoe, made camp that Joan Quarrier might have hot tea and. food, and sleep, while he and Etienne, with the sailors, stayed with the boat. The following afternoon, on the high south shore of Albany island, they saw the quaint, square roofs of Oblate mission, and that night three men sat in the traderoom at historic Fort Albany, where each autumn, for .• two centuries, men had watched the last wedges of the gray geese fade into the south; seen the coating of the long snows and the ice bridge the river channels; starved or feasted' through the slow beat of the desolate days, Here, in the red years of the Seventeenth century, the old log fort, built by the English, was stormed, retaken eez i andstormed s ormed agai>i, in the bitter war witlh the French for the fur trade, Here, generations of men had lived and loved and died, mar- ooned in the Jaynes bay Silence, The talk of the three men in the• traderoom Centred on the free-trader' with Quarrier and the news that Mc- Donald was to winter on the west coast.. (Continued next week. Trail Riders of the Canadian 2ockiesVisit Lake: of the Hanging Gac>ters in Brxtish Columbia. ' A/L RIDERS CROSSING A Foww (11S , .gist... • xeefteli'�'?s" NGP6i::•u hC.,LiQ eeee eeeeseeeeee eejundreds of lovers of the great I outdoors have joined the Trail Riders of the Canadian Rockies, an organization of poets, novelists, scientists, educators, art- ists, Indian chiefs, cowboys, na- ture lovers in general, and those who wish to perpetuate' ancient trails in the Canadian Rockies and get the grand kick of .a wonder- ful . horseback ride through the Canadian Rockies to scenic wond- ers which' have been viewed by a mere handfuh John Murray Gib- bon, of Montreal, first organized this great ride, which this year started August 2, for the Lake of the Hanging Glaciers; from Banff and Lake Windermere, B.C. Each year it has been bigger and better and the membe-ship now exceeds a thousand, many of whom have won the,gold and enamel'., button signifyig that they have; ridden at least fifteen hundredt miles. Of the hundred so qualify-- ingi 23 are ladies. Three of the,' girl -members who joined up with, the 'main party this year on the- start for the Lake . had already, covered upwards of 200 miles of": mountain trails. The Lake of the Hanging» Glaciers, about 7,600 feet above - sea level,,- in the Selkirk Range, was discovered about 20 years ago,, but is still as wild as ever. Its. name gives some idea of its spec - tutelar appearance, which is that. of an immense cirque, with eight. glaciers forming a morraine whichx drops off sheer in an ice wa11i' nearly 300 feet higher than : the - lake itself. From this wall ice- bergs are falling continually, and, forming a miniature Arctic sea. in the heart of the mountains.. ... 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