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the webs. For a few days Bill and
Virginia had been captives in the
cabin. and they held high revels in
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they coula Eo forth into the drirts; type ot man that Confronted him I
ooo io I now. One of them was Joe Robin:
It did not mean, however, that the I eon—an Iqdian who had wintered
time was ripe for them to take their I in BradleyburE a few years before I
nled and mush into Bradley bure. f HU companion. Pete the Breed. • |
rhe snow was still too soft for long » half-breed with a mixture of ;
jaunts ' French. was a man unknown to Bill
Came a elear. ley nieht, and the There ere certain laws, among
Northern Lghts were more vivid I the northern men, ,« to trapping |
and beautiful than ever Bill thoueht i rights Mostly they are unwritten,
vireinfa was watching their die- but their influence in felt clear be-
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after the noon hour his keen eyes your woman?* he asked simply.
saw a wisp of smoke drifting ( Harold shrucged. "One doesn't ’
through the trees. and his heart | marry squaws," he replied.
leaped in his breast He pushed» "I cam* to find Harold louns- •
on. emerging all at once upon a ’ bury. a gentleman," Rill went on in
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But now the snowshoe frames
were done, wrought from tough
spruce, and the moose hide cut into able relie!
The man looked down at her, and
his face was ashen
VIII.
One clear, icy night a gale sprang
up in the east, and Virginia and
Bill feel to sleep to the sound of
its complaint. And when Bill went
forth for his morning’s woodcutting:
he found that his snowshoes did not
break through the curst.
The wind had blown and crusted
the drifts during the night.
This permitted him 10 make a
dash over to a certain stream fur-
ther down toward the Yuga River
in search of any sign of the lost
mine.
When about two miles from the
cabin he saw, through a rift in the
distant trees, a human trail in the
snow.
He stood a moment in the drifts,
torn by an inner struggle.
All his fondest hopes, his dreams,
all the inner guardians of his own
happiness told him to keep his
search. to journey on his way and
forget he had seen the track a
Every desire of self spoke in warn-
ing to him.
But Bill Bronson had a higher law
than self. Long ago. In front of the
ramshackle hotel in Bradleyburg, he
had given a promise to find Harold
Lounsbury!
He turned and went over to in-
vestigate the tracks
He followed swiftly down the
trail. anxious to know his fate at
the first possible instant. He saw
that the trail was fresh, made that
morning; he had every reason to
think that he could overtake the
man who had made it within a few
hours.
He did not catch up with the
traveler in the snow. But shortly
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to 18.20, or <2 pois
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of busintas trouble
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private cable receive
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“Now tenl me what the trouble is
about,- said the Fairy Queen to the
two bettered looking kites
Nancy. Nick and Buskins had
taken seats in the front row of the
court room and they could hear
and see everything that went on
“Tbey have been fighting again,
your highness," said the policeman-
kite, coining forward and making a
stiff bow. -It is the cM trouble
again. They've been jealous of
each other these hundred years and
they are getting worse instead of
better.
The Fairy Queen turned her kind
eyes reprovingly on ths offenders
“Tut, tut, tut," she said. This
will never do! Aren't you both
ashamed of yourselves* I keep this
part of my kingdom, the Iand-o-
Up-in-the-Air. Just to make you
happy, and here you are acting like
eUhea
-Deer only knows. when you
kites get away from the strings ‘m
things that tie you to earth, you
make a beeline for the sky as quick
as you know bow Why do you
come if you can not be happy T' she
asked severely
"I would be happy If it wasn't
for this fellow," said the first kite
"He knows I am the moot iznpor-
laat, but he won’t say se."
"Why, Tre been written about in
al the history hooka down on the
earth and the children study about
“No." Joo grunted. "Our pardner
made it. Follow it down—pretty
soon find another cabin."
IX
Bill only had to turn to see the
snowy roof of the cabin, 200 yards
away down the glade.
It was a new cabin just erected,
and smoke drifted faintly from its
chimney. Bill rapped on the door.
“Come along in. some one an-
swered gruffly. Bill did not have to
glance twice at the bearded face to
know in whose presence he stood.
Changed as he was, there was no
chance for a mistake. This was
Harold Lounsbury. the same man
who had passed his camp years be-
fore, the same lost lover that Vir-
ginia had come to find.
Bill saw that the man was fright-
ened. His lips were loose, his eyes
nervous and bright, his hands did
not hod quite steady. Here was
one that the wilderness had crushed
in its brutal grasp.
This did not mean that his health
was wasted. His body was strong
and trim: except for a suspicious
network of red lines In his cheeks
and a yellow tinge to the whites of
his eyes, he would have seemed in
superb physical condition.
The evidence lay rather in the ex-
pression of his face, and most of all
in the surroundings in which he
lived.
He was utterly unkempt and
slovenly. His coarse beard covered
his lips, his matted hair was dull
with dirt his skin was scarcely less
dark than that of the Indians them-
selves. The nails on his hands
were foul: the floor of the house
was cluttered with rubbish and filth.
Yet leering through his degenera-
cy, his identity could not be mis-
taken. Here was the man Virginia
had pierced the North to seek.
' What do you want?" he asked.
"You’re Lounsbury, of course,"
Bill answered.
"Sure. I ask you again—what you
want ?""
' You’ve been living on the Yuga.
You came up here to trap by ter-
ritory."
Lounsbury remembered his stanch
allies—Pete and Joe. "And what if
I did?"
"You knew I trapped here. You
brought up Joe Robinson and a
breed with you. You meant to clean
up this winter—all the furs in the
country."
Harold's face drew in a sowI.
BEGIN HERE TODAY.
Bill Bronson and Virginia Tre-
mont find themselves forest pris-
oners in Bill’s cabin in the Clear-
water of Canada. Bill was hired
by Virginia to guide her to her
search for her fiance, Harold
Lounsbury. who vanished in the
Clearwater six years before. Her
fiance’ uncle and a cook. Vosper,
completed the party. Bill and Vir-
ginia were engulfed in fording Griz-
sly River. Bill saved Virginia s life.
The others, left on the opposite
shore, deserted. Bill hopes to look
also for the lost mine of his father,
murdered by a partner.
GO ON WITH THE STORY.
VII.
Virginia found the daye much
happier than she had hoped.
She liked the hours of sober talk
in the evenings. Sometmes they
would play through the records, and
that she never tired of them.
She had her lonesome hours, but
not so many as she had expected.
When time hung heavy on her
hand she would take out one of the
old magazines that Bill had brought
up to read on the winter nights.
She had abundant health. The
experience seemed to build her up.
rather than injure-her. Her muscles
developed, she breathed deep of the
cold mountain air, and she had more
energy than she could easily spend.
She fought away the tendency to
grow careless in dress or appear-
ance. She kept her few clothes
clean and mended, she dressed her
hair as carefully as in her city home
Their cabin ife was redeemed by
their frequent excursions Into the
wild. The study of nature was con-
stantly more absorbing to the girl.
In these excursions Virginia
learned to use her pistol with re-
markable accuracy. Her strength
inereased; she could follow wher-
ever Bill led.
They did not forget their graver
business. Ever Virginia kept watch
for a track that was not an animal
track, a blase on a tree not made
by the teeth of pureupine or griz-
sly, a charred cooking rack over
the ashes of a fire. But as yet they
had found no sign of human way-
facers other than themselves
Bill never ceased to search for his
mine. He looked for biases, too; for
a sign of an old cmp or a pile of
washing beside a stream When
he found an open stream he would
wash the gravel, and it seemed to
him he combed the entire region
between the two little tributaries
of Grizzly River indicated on his
man. But with the deepening snow
search was ever more difficult Un-
like Virginia, he was almost ready
to give up
Every day winter strengthened
its shackles.
Even the rapids of the river had
begun tn freeze.
I CAN'T Ler You
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NAME ON^i
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By George MeManas
play: If he had known the real sub-
jec of her thoughts he would not
have come and stood in the door-
wav with her
“We're not the only one, tn see
It “ Virzinia told him softly “Some-
where I think—I feel—that Harold
la watchine it, too. Somewhere over
this snow.
Bill did not answer, and the girl
turned to him in tremulous appeal
"Wont you find him for me.
Bill?- she cried. "You are so strong,
so capable- you can do anything
anything you try Won’t you find
him and bring him back to mer‘
K deal of attento
Egeneral finanda
■ and not evotin
■ within the cotter
Elower from Um .
■ were at losses c
■ March aft to 17
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I The opening •
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the session. Sell
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dicated that only
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more than to ata
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had over-estimate
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; spoke quietly, slowly. "1m not go-
ing to do anything about it—now
I didn't come to see you about trap-
ping. I camie—abot Virginia Tre-
mont."
"Virginia!" he cried "My God.
what do you know about her?"
All at once he looked, with an
annoyance and anxiety that at first '
1 Bill could not understand, toward
the door of the cabin.
An Indian squaw—for all her filth
and untidiness a fair representative ;
of her breed—pushed through the .
door and cam* stolidly inside
Bill's face was stern as the gray i
cliffs of the Selkirks when he ;
■ turned again to Harold. "Is that
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that he nearly fell over backward
Ths Twins wondered how ths
Fairy Queen was going to decide
the question. But Buskins said to
wait.
(To Be Continued.)
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la»’ Self Deccmher,
DALLAN,
I’ eteady.
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Galvestn: IA
lverpul market, |
tinued weaknesa aft
chming at the lowc
sideretde Lverpoel a
intermts alo were
aod there was aome
hana acwcunt on th
tended to 18.28 Sor j
Atlaeta
Ui a Roek
Dalina .
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yond the Arctic Circle. They state
quite clearly that when a man lays
down a line of traps, for a certain
distance on each side of him th* i
district is his, and no one shall 1
poach on hia preserves. And these
Indians had lately been partners in
an undertaking to clear the whole
region of its furs
They had no idea but that Bill
had discovered their trap lines and
had come tn make trouble.
So they were considerably amazed
at Bill's first question "Did one of
you make those tracks out there?"
he asked
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the same strange, flat voice, "and
I find—a squaw man."
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