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PAGE TWO pe-- L ANL> OF rapOTTEN MEN Edison JllafshalL Eeleised "b/ NEA Service' Inc, BEGIN HERE TODAY Peter Newhall, Augusta, Ga.. | flees to Alaska, after being told oy Ivan Ishmin, Russian violinist, he had drowned Paul Sarichef, Ish min’s secretary. Ishmin and Peter’s wife, Dorothy, had urged him to flee , to South America. He joins Big Chris Larson in response to a dis tress signal at sea, giving Larson his sea jacket. Their launch nits rocks. Larson’s body is buried an Newhall’s. Peterr, rescued, finds in puries have completely changed his appearance. Dorothy and Ishmin go to Alaska, to return Peter’s body. They do not recognize Peter, who is chosen head guide. Storm strands them at the grave. Ishmin urges Dorothy to marry him but she would first ask the spirit of her husband, whom she believes dead. They hold a seance with one of the guides as medium. She receives the message: “Change name,” and believes it means to marry Ishmin. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “You want me —call Paul Sari chef?” "Yes—” "Why, Dorothy?” Ivan whispered tensely. “He would have no mes sage for you—” "I want him to try, just the same,” the girl replied. “Can you call him, Joe —” The native was already calling: and all of them knew that psychic energy expended in that summons was beyond their wit to grasp. For tune Joe seemed immersed in a ter rific struggle that would seemingly rend the spirit from the body. "He come,” the witch-doctor muttered at last. "He no want to —he here soon—” The muttered words grew unin telligible, the ceased. The circle waited for Paul Sariehef—New hall’s victim of months before—to speak to them from beyond the grave. , "Hass’t he anything to say to us?” Dorothy asked, after a long period of waiting. Word of Sari eMs forgiveness was an urgent need with her. But as they waited, Joe himes :lf emerged into their familiar world. He was white and drawn; and he seemed more like a man drowsy with slumber than one who had pierced the greatest of all myster ies. The chain was broken, and he got up. “Me no try any more tonight,” r>e said simply. “Maybe some other time.” The girl gave him a smile of heart felt gratitude, ‘"fliank you for what you’ve given me,” she told him earnestly. “You’ve answered my greatest question—l really don’t need to know any more.” Ivan, at the door of the tent, read the truth in her radiant face. He reached her hands, then drew her slowly toward him. "Do you know now?” he asked, holding her and peering down into her luminous eyes. I, know now,” she told him trem ulously. “Ivan—you can have my promise, now I know that it’s Peter’s wish as well as my own. He wouldn’t advise me wrong.” "Then I’ve won you at last?” “Yes. 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His plai} of im mediate marriage, the Russian pr’est officiating, could be discussed at an other hour. He kissed gently, tri umphantly, her soft, yielding lips From the door of his hut Pete saw their firms in the dusk, the girl’s white blouse and the man’s encircling arms. He guessed tie truth; that this was the first kiss of their definite betrothal. Despair swept over him like a great wave of the sea he had once battled, but the madness, the haunting and torturing jealousy, was spared him now. He had conquered that; and he must never let it sweep him into hell again. CHAPTER XIII False Standards At the appointed time Ivan pack ed his supplies for his journey across the narrow, rugged Penin sula in quest of help. He took three days’ rations, tied them up in Pete's light caribou robe, that was in it self sufficient protection from even severe cold, and strapped the pack on his lean, well muscled back. “Pete, I’m leaving you to take care of Mrs. Newhall,” se said sinip ly. "I know you’ll do it —as you’ve done before. She’ll be wholly ir. your charge till I get back, and do not let any harm befall her.” “Don’t worry about that,” Pete assured him. Ivan shook his lean shoulders won’t be back for three days,” he carelessly, to settle the pack. “1 went on casually, with no emphasis whatever in his musical voice, “un less I choose to come back before— so I can’t look after her personally. But I might say that if any harm did befall her, I would chase the man down, no matter what corner of the earth he fled to, keeping af ter him and after him till I got him. When I did get him—” He paused, and Pete looked him squarely in the eyes. There was no doubt whaever that this man meant what he said, and no doubt of his reason for saying it. “That isn’t necessary, sir,” Pete told him stiff ly- “Well, I didn’t think it was, but I wanted you to understand, in case you were tempted. I am a man my oelf, and I know what temptation is.” Pete’s eyes blazed. “Temptation of that kind doesn’t come to men of our race, unless they are perverts,” he said easily. He was somewhat pale, but he lit his pipe with a steady match as he spoke. “I don’t know about the inferior races.” Ivan smiled inscrutably. “At some other place and time—perhaps just before we sail—l’ll give you a chance to show whether tne Anglo- Saxon is huperior to the Mongol. It womd be really diverting, for a mo ment. At present, both of us hav.J work to do —you to take care of the camp and I to go after supplies.” His voice changed and softened, but it had never been perceptibly hard. 'Keep up the hunt for caribou,” he directed, “lhe boys haven’t done sc well lately, lake care of the meat anti cure it as fast as possible.” I'hen he turned to say goodby to Dorothy. She walked a short distance up the hill with Ivan; and her trust in herself and her love for him swept back to her to the full when he gave her a goodby kiss. “Take care of yourself, Ivan,” she told him with a plaintive sweet ness that carried him off his feet. “You are all I have now. I have lost so much, and I couldn’t bear to lose you.” They clung together, and then she watched him as he strode away up the hill. Sighing, she turned back to the camp. Pete had her breakfast ready whtn she reached the camp and his homely face glowed when he brought it to her. He had taken especial pains today—venison liger fried with bacon, coffee such as her colored mammy herself could make, brown flapjacks not too thick, served with maple sirup. His bread shoulders towered above her; and he was boyishly elated when he saw she was pleased. The day wore on, and his care of her, his watchfulness, was a wond pr. Although his work carried him far afield, he had cut fuel always ready for her hand in case the fire burned low; he personally superin tended her meals, and he saw— with fine generalship—that at no time she was left alone with Pavlof und Fortune Joe. When the day paled, and the dusk crept in from the sea, she ap preciated his care mope and more He took special pains with her dinner. He made reflector biscuits, thin and light, to be served \vith marmalade; he pot-roasted a fine canvasback duck that Pavlof had decapitated with the pistol; he fried potatoes crisp and brown. He watched her devour every mouthful of her portion, the after he had remade the bed and built up the tire in the camv stove, he turned to the task of washing dishes. Pavlof and Joe, meanwhile, were cutting into strips for curing the caribou meat they had procured in the day’s hunting. 'I wouldn’t mind washing the dishes tonight,” Dorothy told him in a friendly tone-. "Maybe you’d like to help the men take care of the meat—” “Couldn’t think of it,” Pete re turned. “If you’ll excuse me saying so—l suspect you’re not very ex perienced at it. But if you should care to help me dry *em They made quite a little party out of washing and drying the meta’ Plates and the crude, iron knives and forks. And soon it was de ; p dark, and night winds were blowing from the sea. This work done, the girl started to turn away. But she halted; and he saw her girlish profile in the soft light of the camp fire. ‘ Would you like to come and sit at the door of my tent a little while?” she asked. Her vo ; ce was somewhat tremulous; but siis did not try to ask herself why. Pete glanced about him. ‘‘Camp work is pretty well done, for to night. I will smoke my pipe once at your tent door, if you don’t mind. Human companionship is very re assuring, very necessary in th : s North.” She went in and sat comfortably on her bed, while he sat at the tent mouth. 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If you would ask the trouble, I’d say— false standards.” This had been the cause of Peter’s downfall too: false standards of wljich both Peter and herself had I been guilty. "I’d know better heard him say. “I’d never sacrifice my birthright again - —waste all I have. But that’s al* ways the song we ekiies sing.” 1 (Continued in Our Next Issue) The nicest thing about being a 1 poor man’s son is you don’t run any risk of being married for your 1 money.
