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SYNOPSIS CHAPTER 1.—Garth Guthrie, Ca- adian 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 star- 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 II. --With Etienne Say- 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 fans as "McDonald Hal Ha!" because of a scar which gives him a perpet cal grin. McDonald is Garth's com petitor for the fur trade, At Elkwan an Indian girl, Ninda, tuberculosis victim, whom Garth has befriended, is dying. Quarrier hints that Ninda is Garth's mistress, which is hotly re- ented. Joan, trained war nurse, cares for Ninda, but the girl dies. CHAPTER III.—Garth tells Joan part of the reasons for his presence at Elkwan. He takes the Quarriers to Albany, from. whence they can pro- ceed to Montreal. Charles Guthrie writes reproaching his brother for not coming home. Charles' wife assures him Ethel still loves him, but Garth in his heart knows better. His scar- edrface has separated them. CHAPTER IV—Three of McDon- ald's party visit Elkwan seeking to buy gun shells. , From them Garth learns of evil talk among the Indians concerning him and Ninda, and real- izes Quarrier will spread his version of the affair. Chapter V.—With Etienne's help Garth wins the friendship of Saul Souci, "medicine man" and treaty chief of the Crees, and gets his pro mise to persuade the Crees to take their furs to Elkwan instead of to Mc- Donald. Garth is ambushed by Joe Mokoman, Ninda's reputed father, N hom the factor had driven from Elkwan. "Shot" Garth's airedale corn- anionpon many battlefields in France, Bayes him, and the Indian is taken, a risoner, to Elkwan. Chapter VI. --Garth sends Mokoman to McDonald with a message of de- fiance, and the war is on. CHAPTER 'VII—Garth hails with joy the freezing of the strait, which will enable Souci's followers to bring their furs to Elkwan without difficul- ty. Etienne craftily 'spreads reports that McDonald and his schooner arc bewitched, and evil will befall all who trade with him. CHAPTER VIIL-Waiting in am- bush to shoot Garth, Joe Mokoman is attacked and killed by Shot. At a "pow -wow" held by his orders Souci convinces the Indians, that McDonald is the friend of demons and to be a- voided. The chief counsels them to take their furs to Elkwan, thus assur- ing the,factorof trade which will es- tablish a record for the post. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Ah-hah! War' twenty t'ousand dollar --de beegest trade Elkwan evair mak'. We do good job w'en we breeng Saul Souci from de headwater, what?" "You and Saul turned the trick, Etienne. I can't thank you enough." In his second year in the trade Garth had made a telling business stroke. In the face of the higher prices of the free-trader—of what seemed inevitable failure, he had with the help of the crafty old Cree, swung a huge trade to his company. They could hug their fire at Kapiskau and Attawapiskat, but he had carried the fight straight to the enemy, and had won. Going out to Shot snug in. his snow -hole, Garth poured his hap- piness into a hairy and comprehend- ing ear, before he rolled into his blan- kets beside the staunch half-breed who had made it possible. CHAPTER IX "Queer we haven't heard from Joe yet," McDonald said to :Skene, in the cabin of the Ghost, two days before Christmas. "Time enough," answered the bear- ded mate. "He was to round up the hunters iri the north, 'you know, and bring them down the shore lee." "Well, we've Made a good start. We've got twenty silvers now, with SERVICa the three that came in this morning, and twelve blacks, not to count the cross and patch. There's fifty thous- and dollars in this winter's work for us, John.' Skene looked' hard at his chief. "What you goin' to do with your share •of the fur we land in St. Johns?" The deep blue eyes of the giant half closed as the heavy brows con- tracted. "Do with mine? What is there to do with it?" "Gain' to head for the States and drink it up?" McDonald laughed, without mirth. "Drink it up? No, I'm goin' to hunt lip the family of a pal who `went West' at Vimy Ridge. There's a wife and kiddies, out in Alberta. I'm goin' to share mine with 'em." For a space Skene smoked insi- lence, Once or twice he glanced curi- ously at the man opposite, who sat with head in hands, staring at the floor. "It'll be sonic surprise to my old girl with a nest -egg," he said at len- gth. "She ain't had' too soft a life with me." McDonald made no answer and Skene went on: "I'm goin' to buy a little place for her and the two girls —a cow or two, and a horse to get around with; then I'll have me a tidy schooner,and summers go cod-fishin' on the Labrador." "That's sensible," vouchsafed the other. "You owe it to the woman." "Yes, she's never whimpered: When I enlisted, she turned to like a soldier and' carried on. I owe her a good home, now—and a little of my corn - pang" McDonald's broken mouth widened in a smile. "Your company, you old scalawag! How many weeks in the year will she keep a restless old pir- ate like you on the farm?" "You can laugh, Craig, but I'm for a home now, except that fishin' in the summer." "A home . . . a home!" repeat- ed the other, moody eyes on the pipe which he rubbed in his broad palm. "It doesn't mean anything to me, John." "Yes, I know," and Skene looked pityingly at his •chief. Then voices on deck straightened .them in their chairs. A. sailor thrust his head through the door of the cabin. "There's an Injun, here with some news." "Send him down!" The Cree interpreter ' entered the cabin, followed by a hunter whose face was alive with excitement, as he chattered to the Cree. "What's on his mine', Michel?" de- manded McDonald. Shutting off, with upraised hand the sfrea:n of Cree from the mouth of the Indian, the interpreter replied: "Joe Mokoman ees dead!" "What?" McDonald rasped. "Dead? How d'you mean? Killed?" Found dead on de Canoe Riviere, wid bees t'road ripped out." "Well, I'll be d—d! Who found him? This bird?" "No, he see some Cree crossin' ice at de Beeg point—dey 'tell him:" With a quick movement, McDonald reached and drew the interpreter to him. "You,say sonic of the Indians are crossing to the mainland?" For a space the harsh phonetics of the Cree tongue filled the cabin. "At Beeg point,. yesterday, . he see many dog -team from de nord' cross de ice. A Canoe Riviere hunter say he fin' Mokoman dead in snow by riviere shore." "But where's old Souci? Didn't he make his medicine on the Canoe?" "Yes, he say Souci mak' beeg medi- cine two sleeps bacic=`al de hunter ecu nord of islan' come." "Good! Souci is bringing them 'down the coast." But as the interpreter• continued to interrogate the Indian his eye widen- ed in surprise, which swiftly gave way to consternation. Turning excit- edly, he cried."Souci tell dem Cree dat de devil ees een de ship here! He scare dem crazee—tar' dem await de ice to Elkwan!" McDonald and Skene were on their feet. "What?" reared the free-trader, "He's taken them—toElkwan? Stun- ned, the white Men sought each othe er's faces, , "Souci, he come here to fool us," went on Michel, "He work all tam' WiNGRAM ADVANCE»TIMES Thursday, tirhtvemlier rat, 10'28' for de Hudson's Bay," "Whipsawed!" And McDonald's bulk slid limply into his chair, "The old beggar! He fed it to us like a lot of schoolboys!" sputtered Skene, wagging his grizzled head. "He sure put it over in style," `Played like, a pair of fish!" Mc- Donald suddenly straightened. "Skene, for two cents I'd cross the ice and 'get that fur. ,It's ours --they stole it." Skene looked hard into the blue eyes of his chief. "First, we'd have a handsome row to get it, that man with the scar, and his half-breed will fight; second, the police would be up here before we were out of the ice. Foolish talk." McDonald's twisted features relay...- ed. elaxed. "You're right, John, right. It can't be done, We've got too much at stake."' Skene looked suggestively at �{s chief as he added: "We have—and you'. as he added: "We have—and you have.." 'The other shifted his gaze as he muttered, "Yes -that's only too true:" "But Mokoman! ;What'd you 'say happened to him?" Skene asked Mich- el, "He was killed by de dog—bees t'.roat !tore." "Killed by his own dogs -queer! Might have been wolves." "No, de dog follow shoe tracks back to de rtail. No wolfdo dat." "Well, so much for Mokoman! Small loss—never liked him." Does he know how much fur they had—these hunters who crossed?" asked the mate. \.`Dey have mooch fur—'bout one hander skin," "Half of it silver and black, prob- ably. A small fortune! H-1!" In his chagrin Skene crashed his hard fist on the table. "You're a pudge of men, John. That fellow sure licked us," McDonald ad- mitted ruefully. "Now we've got no time to lose with the southern hunt- ers. --:Michel!" The' Cree leaned to hear the whis- pered order of the free-trader. • "You keep this Indian on the boat—fill him up and lock him in, forward. If he got loose among the southern camps with this devil talk, they'd follow the crat- ers. 'Breault ought to know, but the Lord knows where he is." Shortly two dog -teams left the ship bound for the camps in the south half of the island in a mad rush to save the skins yet untraded. * * * * * * * * The. Christmas mail from Albany was approaching on the river trail below Elkwan. From the upper Elk - wan and the Shamattawa, from the Winisk and the Raft, for days the hunters had drifted in to the post, dog harness gay with colored worsted and jingling with bells. There old, Souci, elated by his stratagem and proud of the praise which Garth had given unstintedly in the privacy of his tent, had led the Akimiski hunters. "De Mail Ees Corrin'," He Cried. with their valuable fur -packs. In the trade -room Garth and Etienne were busy preparing for the trade which had not yet begun, for an Indian. makes a ceremony of his Christmas visit to a post and in contrast to the speed with which he pushes his dogs over the river trails on the way in,. is the deliberation with which he pro- ceeds to barter his hunt when he has reached the fur post. It was a happy pair that were open- ing bundles of klankets, getting out sugar and flour, tea and tobacco from the store -room —filling the shelves with the trade -goods of the company. "Ah -haul W'at goin' on out here?" Etienne looked from a window. "De mail ecs comm'!" he cried, and slip- ping on his parka, went ottt followed by Garth. r The Albany mail! "Garth Guthrie'S thoughts were a medley of surmises, questions, hopes. Letters from home! There would be little from his family —Ethel, that would bring cheer to' aneexile's Christmas. But the letter which a girl on the moonlit shore of the Albany had promised to send him—had she remembered? As he passed the 'tipis on his way to the chattering people on the shore, his heart was quick with expectation— hope, After the disapproval—repro- ach, of home letters, the letter from Joan Quarrier would come like the sun breaking through the cloud can- opy of the bay. But if she had for- gotten? As he joined Etienne and Marie, the possibility of there being no letter on the sled behind the four Ungava huskies galloping in to Elk- wan to the shouts of the Crees, made him set his finger nails in the palm of his hands. Up at his quarters, the little Christ- mas spruce waited on a table—for her letter—his Christmas. Should it wait in vain? In the trade -room Garth opened the mail bag with nervous fingers. Clar- a's familiar hand, company mail from Cameron, two from Ethel, pale blue —He heard the hammering of his heart es he fumbled for, and drew out, the last envelopes in the bag.. One from an 'old army friend, another from his colonel, a third! Slowly he slid the folded paper from the one beneath—the Blast, as he doubtfully shook his head, numb with disappoint- ment. He looked! A strange hand—a wo- man's. Hers! She had kept her word to the exile. In his joy Garth sought the privacy of the rear of the ,counter to read Joan Quarrier's letter. Then he re- membered. He had said it was to hang from the tree, to be read last, on Christmas day.. Tucking it into the shirt beneath his coat, he put the others in a pocket and joined Eti- enne and the hungry dog -runner, who waited for' Marie's, dinner. After all, it was to be a happy Christmas. A trade beyond his hopes; triumph over the schooner which lay thirty miles away over the ice—and word from the girl who faced so dauntlessly with those unwavering dark eyes. ' A Merry Christmas for Garth Guthrie, come what night from Charlie and Clara—and Ethel. From Ethel, what? On Christmas eve he stood in his living room with old Anne, before the. little spruce, brave with worsted and colored paper and bits of lighted can- dle. On a tree • hung with colored bags and at its foot were small par- cels tied with gaudy Christmas rib- bon. On the topmost twig was a letter. (9 "You told them, Anne?" he asked the grinning squaw, proud in her best wool dress, her' raven hair coquett- ishly circled by a huge pink ribbon —a gift of Garth's, cherished for cer- emonies like the present. "Ah-hah," chuckled the faithful Cree. "Dey come soon, now. Marie, she rub dem chil's face till dey shine laic de moon!" Garth paced the'floor, his lean dark face beaming in anticipation. Then laughter, giggles, shouts of children, followed by stern reproof in a man's voice, announced the arrival of the guests, the eight Savannes. Garth and Shot simultaneously sprang to the door to welcome the comely Marie, leading her excited brood of six, with the grinning Eti- enne as rear guard. "Merry Christmas, Marie! Jean! Yvonne!" he cried, fairly dragging the giggling and embarrassed children in- to the house. "Ah, Monsieur Etienne Savanne, friend of McDonald Ha! Ha! is also with us tonight." With his audience seated, Garth proceeded to divide the gifts he had ordered the previous year from lower Canada. For. each of the children was a bag of candy, which was open- ed with wide-eyed curiosity and grins of delight, And, as the sweet tooth of grown-ups is also highly developed in the . North, Marie and Anne, who had not been forgotten, swiftly evi- denced their appreciation of good candy by joining the children in their munching. Then the toys in packages marked with the children's names were given out. `There remained a dress each for Marie and Anne, and a Ross sporting rifle. for 'the delighted Etienne. In the heart of the 'Santa Claus of Elkwan, the pleasure lighting the dark faces of his friends at his unex- pected gifts reacted manyfold; Be- sides, at the top of the tree, his own Christmas (waited his eager eyes. When with much bustle and chat- ter his friends returned to their cab- in and old Anne left him, Garth sat down to read the fetters,, from home. The first opened was his brother's, which ran as folows: "If I had been told that my own brother was to disgrace himself as you have seen fit to do up there on James Bay, I should have knocked down the liar who said it. We under- stand how your strange refusal to re- turn home, your indifference to Ethel has given me the whole shameful and the business. Professor Quarrier story. A white 'woman would have been" bad enough—but a squaw! Pah!" • Guthrie's lean face set hard as he read the first lines. Slowly the blood pushed up under the wind -burned skin. "A white woman would have been bad enough—but a squaw!" Reading np further, he crushed the letter in his hand and let it fall. "Poor Ninda!" The letter from Clara was a medley of hysteria, reproach, and unmistak- able evidence of a sincere affection for her erring brother-in-law, . His. eyes softened as he followed the mis-. guided woman's efforts to appeal to his sentiment—to his old love for, Ethel,, "Of""course she knows, Garth, That' Quarrier man spread it all over town, But I am sure, in spite of it all, she- still loves you—would forgive, if you; asked her. Oh, Garth! You're the only brother I have, and I've always doted , on you, Won't you, for my' sake, come Jack this spring—for your own, for Ethel's sake. I don't know' what she's writing you, but you must- n't take it seriously. She's terribly? hurt, of course—but I know she'll forget it all, if you come back." "Poor old Clara," said the man 'a loud. "Poor, simple Clara! She: 'can't see yet that it's brother Charlie- who harliewho counts with Ethel, not I. So Quarrier had had his revenge,. Quarrier, her brother. It was not strange after the sntibbiing he got.' But 'she? What did Joan Quarrier think of the tale her brother had brought to Charles Guthrie? Then he opened the two letters in the blue envelopes. One was dated a month earlier than the other and he read that first. "I imagine yo. r life in France," ran the letter, "wasfmiliar to that of the last year on James Bay. I have learned much of what went on over there. Was it a. French girl or an army nurse?" ' She had unwittingly hurt him in the only way it was now possible for Ethel Falconer to reach the man who' had once loved her. Army nurse! What had Ethel done for Canada to. qualify her as a critic of the women who had toiled and dared behind the lines, that "stricken men might live? He read' on: "Of course, Garth, this is your answer. I was willing to• forget theslight, the neglect, but when, we learned how you have been; living, my love died. To share your affections with an ignorant, immoral squaw was asking a little too much Garth." The man who read laughed out- right. "Your love died, my poor child, on the wharf at Quebec, when you saw what the Huns had done to your soldier boy," he said aloud. "Well, why the postscript?" he went on. "She throws me over in the first letter, horse, foot and dragoons; why continue the agony?" Opening the second envelope, he read: "When I wrote you, Garth, 'dear, I did not understand that she had died, but Mr. tuarrier tells me that his sister helped nurse her: Of course, it was all a horrible shock, but now that it is over and you may come home, I am willing to forget the past—if you want me to." (To be continued). • Have You Any of These Things To Sell ? Young Pigs Baby Chicks Live Stock Poultry Cordwood Shrubs or Plants Honey Preserves Farm House and Lot Money to Loan Hay Auto Parts Rabbits Pigeons Pets Home-made Pickles - Home -made Jam Singing Birds Knitted Mats Used Piano Second-hand Article And 'a Hundred Other Articles Or Do You Want ' Any of These ? 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