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TUESDAY AFTERNOON JUNE 17 1924 ~ CThejLANDQF TWSQTTEN MEN ssggSgggrjfy/ Cdisbn JlarshalL Eeleasecl b/ NEA Service? Inc, Ccpvrigtjt 1923 by Little, Bibwi & Co, BEGIN HERE TODAY Peter Newhall, Augusta. Ga., flees to Alaska, after being told by Ivan Ishmin. Russian violinits, he had drowned Paul Sarichef, Ish min’s secretary. Ishmin and Peter’s wife, Dorothy, had urged him Jo flee to South America. He join- Big Chris Larson in response to signal at sea, giving Lar son his sea jacket. Their launch hits rocks. Larson’s body is buried as Newhall’s. Peter rescued, finds injuries have completely changed his appearance. Dorothy and Ishmin go to Alaska to return Peter’s body. They do not rocognize Peter, who is chosen head guide. A storm strands them at the grave. Peter is tempted to murder Ishmin when he sees the lat fer kiss Dorothy, but next day res cues him from a charging bedr whose cub Ishmin wounded. Their ship does not return. Peter lays plans for their escape before winter sets in. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “I do mean it. You ! ve kept your place so far. and I know you’ll con tinue to keep it. You can watch out for the breeds as well as I can. We’ll call it decided—only, if you don’t mind, Dorothy, we’ll wait one more day to see if the ship comes in.” Thus it was-arranged, and now, as the night lowered, Ivan and Doro thy sat by the fireside at the door of her tent. Tonight Ivan urged immediate marriage. When Dorothy asked h’.m how, exiled as they were from civil ization, immediate marriage could be brought about, he had a ready answer. “Can marriages occur only In civilization?” he asked. “It's especially simple here—you know that Nick Pavlof is empowered to marry people. As you must have heard, he has some sort of right from the Greek Church—heredi tary, I guess—and it holds good through all this end of Alaska. A license is not required when there is no way to get it—it’s just a legal record, at best —and if you wish, that could be handled when we get to Seward. Marry me tonight, Dorothy—then together we’ll go away—-to Russia, to the South Seas, anywhere.” face was stark white; nis glowed like the coals of dying nre. Her lips trembled piteously as she sought his hand in the dusk. “Don’t talk about it tonight,” she urged, almost pleading. “/’m so troubled—the future is so uncer tain— ’’ He looked straight into her eyes, as if he would hypnotize her. “Yoi are troubled only because you have not as yet made up your mind to accept me—a decision you are sure to make ig the end,” he told her slowly, with deep emphasis. “You won’t quit being troubled until you do it—because you love me in your heart. For this same reason your future seems so dark and uncerta : n. Dorothy, marry me tonight and put your destiny in my hands.” “I don’t want to think about it any more tonight,” she told him earnestly. “Ivan, I wish you wonl 1 play. 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He hesitated, then began softly the immortal “Elegie” by Massenet. This song of tears, death lessly sweet, brought her problem. She did not actually come to a conclusion in regard to Ivan’s suit, but she believed she found the rea son why she had not yielded to him long since, and thus the source of all her uncertainty, her haunting doubts and fears. This was a song of the dead, and through the magic of its genius she was able, vaguely, to pierce the veil of death. It was indeed a loyalty to Peter j—mistaken, perhaps, but yet an .emotion of great power—that had I kept her from Ivan’s arms so long. Partly this loyalty was an echo of. ( her remembered love for him, pait ’ly i* was born of her remorse f>r failure in duty toward him. And now that she stood at Peter’s grave, the situation had reached its crisis. “Tell me something, Ivan The ( girl spoke quietly, her low, deep, ( beautiful voice tremulous with wen |der, and the soft, starlike luster of tears in her eyes. “Ivan, do you be , lieve in ghosts?” | “Os course,” he said. , “Who i doesn’t? No one can believe in im mortality and not, strictly speak ing, believe in ghosts. The whole i world “knows of them—not just be lieves in them.” I “A great truth has just come to me.” The girl was exalted. “I've known it all the time, but I just wasn’t aweare of it. Maybe that isn’t plain. I mean that I’ve sensed it, subconsciously—all the time I’ve . been here-—in some back part of myself; and I can’t imagine why I’ve taken so long for my conscious Self to be aware of it. The music sent it home to me, just now.” ‘lt often takes music, or some other stimulus to the emotions, to send home the truth. What is it?” he asked gently. “Peter is watching over me. I feel his presence just as surely as if he were in the flesh.” CHAPTER XII The Seance v They were both silent as they thought of the immensity of this; the convoy by the dead. Ivan, al ways something of a mystic, caught tire at once and leaned toward her in deepest interest. “Peter’s spirit has held me* up, all the wav through, ’ she told him in a soft monotone that did not in the least conceal her emotion. “It kept me fi om being afraid, all these days and has comforted me when the wind blew—and during those long hours that 1 watched for the War rior to return.” ] “It’s not very flattering to me— that the ghost of a dead man could be more assurance to you than I.” “You’ve been a wonderful help, too.” She paused, and her face was stark white in the dusk. “Ivan, do you think we could get a message rflrough to him?” 1 “I don’t know.” Ivan spoke very softly. “The dead have been called back. What do you want to tell him?” “I don’t want to tell him any thing—l feel that he knows my every thought. But I want him to tell me something. I want to know that he has forgiven me for any failure in duty toward him —and I want his advice, how to go on.” Ivan was fully receptive to her mood, and he sat a moment with bowed head. “We can try, Doro thy,” he said at last. “We can hold a seance—surely every advantage is jn our favor. Fortune Joe is a medicine man, and Bradford de scribed what he called the spirit rite. He might bring a word through, Who knows?” “Get all five of us, in a circle “The bigger the circle the better. 1 Shall I summon the three men?” But they chose to walk together to the guides’ quarters, finding rhe men smoking in comfort before their low fire. “Joe, isn’t it true you are a medium?” Ivan began addressing the witch doctor. “ThJ.t you can get word through to the dead? Mr. Bradford told us you had that reputation—” “Yes. Me talk with dead,” Joe answered simply. “Then tonight Mrs. Newhall wants you to try to talk with the man who lies buried here.” He poin. ed to the cross, wan and ghostly itself in the pale light, on the beach but a short distance below the camp. “He was Mrs. Newhall's husband, as you know—and she wants to get a message from him. Will you be willing to try a seance? “Don’t know seance. Sometime call—no answer. Maybe get an swer tonight.” “You’ll come too, Pavlof—and Pete. Ye’re going ti make a little circle.” To Pete, it was the crowning touch of the whole, fantastic tragic comic adventure. Yet there was a solemn air to the little meeting that was held straight way on the grassy land just above the grave. The medium sat between Dorothy and Ivan; Pete was on the other side of Dorothy and Pavlof next to him. Touching hasds light ly, they sat intent. Fortune Joe had gone into what ' seemed a half-trance; his head was bowed, his face white as if with un , utterable agony. They heard him moan softly, in the utter silence. “What you want?” he mumbled at last. “Me all tangled—spirit keeps floating up there, keeps com ing back here. Who you want Joe to call?” “My husband!” Dorothy answer ed quickly. “The man who lies here dead—under this cross!” There was a brief spell of silence, then the native moaned again There enused a second of struggle in which liquid fire seemed to leap through the chain of their hands. Then Joe’s trance seemed to deep en. “Dead man—he here,” he said slowly. “Man—died in the water— lay under cross. What you wan?” “Ask him if he forgives ever> - thing,” the girl whispered. Tears softened her voice. “Ask him if 1 am to go ahead—and do what Ivan wants me to do.” The medicine man’s blanched face and subdued struggles seemed to indicate tremendous difficulty in getting the questions through, and hearing their answer. His face worked. “You make fun of me,” he moaned softly. “You laugh at me I Dorothy cast one indignant glance about the circle, saw that every face was intent and sober, then pressed tight the native’s hand. “Oh, no! We’re not laughing. Get what message you can for me then She waited in ineffable anxiety for this word from beyond the grave. “The man—he here,” the native muttered, half-intelligibly. “He drown—cut up by rocks. He say—‘change the name’.” This was something concrete, and the girl trembled in the brood ing mystery of the moment. “Is that all—to change my name?” “‘Change name!’ Me no get no more. Everything else all cloud ed.” Yet was it not enough? Dorothy did not doubt but that she had her answer. To change the name—and surely that meant nothing more or less than to yield her destiny to Ivan. The man who lay dead was willing that she should, by the fact ot marriage, disclaim his own proud name and take the name of another. 1 hey waited a while more for further word from the other side; but the medicine man seemed only contused and faltering. “Can you (talk to Paul Sarichef?” she asked. "Maybe you can get in touch With him. I want to know that every thing is forgiven—over there. That all debts are paid.” 1 (Continued in Our Next Issue) * THE AMERICUS TIMES-RECORDER PINKSTON COMPANY’S * DISSOLUTION SALE Begins Tomorrow On July first, the firm of Pinkston Company, composed of J. A. Pinkston, Jr., and W. L. Page, will dissolve, Mr. W. L. Page retiring. To reduce the stock and clear our 'shelves pfrior to that time, we inaugurate this sweeping Sale. You are familiar with the character of merchandise handled by this firm, the best, so at reduced prices, in June, the values will be exceptional. 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Lot Street Dresses, New Fall Models $17.50 Lot Street and Afternoon Dresses 15.00 Lot Sport and Dressy Models 16.75 w Afternoon and Beaded Georgette Dresses 16.75 / Printed Crepes, Solid Cantons, etc 12.75 Cottons and Linens Reduced to $3.75 to 11.00 A Lot of New Summer Dresses at 10.00 wnhdtarin PAGE THREE
