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BY ARTHUR STRINGER JL W. N. U. Service 6 * s —
Sidney Lander. Alaska mining engineer,
la engaged to Barbara Trumbull, whose
lather is contesting the mining claim of
Carol Coburn, teacher at Matanuska.
Lander breaks with Trumbull. Salarla
Bryson also loves Lander. She disappears.
CHAPTER XXIII
When I wakened, the next morn
ing, I was puzzled by the scent of
balsam close about me. I was equal
ly puzzled by the scolding of two
Canada jays that hopped about a
dwindled campfire beside which
stood a skillet and a coffeepot. Then
I looked at the shoulder pack lean
ing companionably against the bal
sam bed on which I lay, and then
out at the panorama of the snow- '
clad mountain peaks that sparkled [
in the morning sunlight.
It wasn’t until I studied and rec- *
ognized the second blanket that cov- (
ered me against the morning chill
that I was able to orient myself.
And then I remembered. That tar- 1
paulined lean-to belonged to Sock-
Eye. And that second blanket be- 1
longed to Sidney Lander. And that (
stream which raced down between
the gravel bars and silt beds of the ■
valley bottom was Big Squaw Creek. (
It was running strong, at the height
of the summer thaw, and as it tum
bled over bar and boulder I could ,
hear the noise of its hurrying in the \
clear mountain air.
Then a second sound intruded on j
the morning quietness. It was a i
faint and far-off drone that grew '
stronger as it rose and fell with the (
vagaries of the breeze. It became i
a throb of power, a purposeful and
electrifying throb that promptly took j
me out from beneath my blankets, i
It took me scurrying down to the
open cliff edge that overlooked the (
Big Squaw where the racing waters (
tore at the base of a cut bank, i
There, between the towering peaks, i
I could see the small and toy like ]
plane that grew bigger as it came (
nearer, sometimes dark and some- j
times bright in the crystalline sun
light through which it arrowed. (
I shouted and waved, as it j
throbbed overhead, for I knew it was <
Slim Downey and his ship.
The solitude, of a sudden, seemed j
less oppressive. I no longer wor- ]
ried as to the whereabouts of my i
two camp mates. For there above <
me, defying time and space, was an ]
engined shuttle that could weave j
mountains and rivers together and (
carry us out of the wilderness.
But the plane went on, without
sign or signal. And, for a moment,
my heart sank. Then I gave a lit- j
tie cry of relief. For I saw how the j
tilted wings were dropping lower, (
banking and heading back into the j
breeze over the irregular silver ex- i
panse of Cranberry Lake.
And even before its pontoons
heeled down on that surface of ruf- ;
fled silver I remembered that Slim
could come to a landing only on wa
ter. And Cranberry Lake was the
water that lay nearest the Chaki
tana claim and the Big Squaw.
My first impulse, at that happy
discovery, was to find Sidney and
shout the good news to him. He
and Sock-Eye, I assumed, were
somewhere down along the claim
limits, probably checking up on
measurements and monuments. So
I moved out to the cliff edge, scan
ning the valley for some sign of life.
1 even gave a gulp of gratitude
at the thought that noonday would
see us joining Slim and his waiting
plane and night would see us
whisked back to a world of men and
women and orderly life.
My searching gaze coasted the
valley bottom, and then the oppos- ]
ing hill slopes, and then the nearer (
broken ground through which the
Big Squaw twined. But I saw noth
ing.
I saw nothing until some obscure
sixth sense prompted me to turn
and study the rock ridge along which
I had edged my way out to the cliff
front. Slowly over the dark curve
of that ridge I saw a hand appear,
and groping fingers feel for a hold
there. Then another hand showed
itself, followed by a body that
quietly wormed its way up over
the ridge crown.
I thought, at first, it was Sock-
Eye. But in that, I soon knew, I
was mistaken. For there was some
thing so malignant and reptilelike
in that crawling advance I felt it
must be the movement of an ene
my, even before I caught sight of
the short-barreled rifle trailing be
side the flattened body.
At my instinctive cry of alarm
that flattened figure abruptly lost
its stealthiness. It dropped over
the ridge wall, caught up the rifle
and stood foursquare in front of me,
with a low -laugh of derision.
I knew then it was Ericson. And
my blood chilled as I fell back step
by step as he advanced. He laughed
again when he saw me come to the
cliff edge, where I could go no far
ther.
He looked gaunt and harried and
a little mad. But what troubled me
most was a snakelike air of fortitude
about him, the careless persist
ent knowledge of some venomous
power in reserve.
“You can’t get all the breaks,
bright eyes,” he said as he confront
ed me with his crooked smile. And
the mockery in it, the familiar old
tone of flippancy, still had the pow
er of sending a wave of nausea
through my body.
“What are you going to do?” I
THE STORY SO PAR
Lander finds Salarla. She had Injured her
leg while hunting. Barbara misinterprets
the rescue and flings away her engagement
ring. Lander and Carol fly to Chakitana,
scene of her claim. Someone shoots at the
plane. Sock-Eye Schlupp, old sourdough
INSTALLMENT XIX
said, ashamed of the quaver in my
voice. Still again Ericson laughed.
Solitude, I felt, had played tricks
with his mind,
“I’m going to get what’s coming
to me,” he proclaimed, after a quick
but pointed survey of the valley be
low us. “And you’re it.”
“I’ve done nothing to you,” I
cried, trying to keep my hands from
shaking.
“Oh, yes, you have,” was his hate
embittered answer. “And more than
once. But I told you I wouldn’t al
ways be the underdog. And this
deal I’m not.”
His movement was quietly delib
erate as he pumped his rifle.
“You’re not going to kill me?” I
gasped.
“That’d be too easy,” he an
nounced. “But it’s wise, my dear,
to be ready for the unexpected.
Come here.’
“But this isn’t human,” I cried.
“It can’t do you any good. It can’t
get you anywhere.”
He cut those cries of protest short.
“Come here,” he commanded,
with a new and deadlier sort of in
tentness.
I could feel my brain telling my
feet to obey, to take the steps de
manded before that menacing small
“O” at the end of a rifle barrel
could spit death in my face. But
my feet refused to move.
“Come here,” repeated my ene
my, with a note of wildness in his
voice.
“Wait!’ I called out, foolishly. I
even more foolishly fell back a step
or two, in an instinctive retreat of
fear. And that, my brain told me,
was a mistake. For I could see the
barrel end steady and the hate-twist
ed face press closer to the balanced
gunstock.
I knew what was coming; and I
cried out, without willing that cry, as
my body forlornly stiffened to re
ceive its shock.
But through that call of helpless
ness came a sharper sound, a sharp
bark that produced an incredibly
abrupt change in the poised figure
confronting me. I saw the rifle fall,
I saw Ericson throw up his hands
and suddenly twist about in a ludi
crously frantic half-circle.
His hands were still above his head
as his legs crumpled under him. And
for one uncertain second he bal
anced on the cliff edge, like a tight
rope-walker fighting for equilibrium
on some fragile footway. Then I
saw the collapsed body tumble over
the cliff edge. It went sprawling
and rolling along the steep cut bank
until it struck the waters of the Big
Squaw, where the current caught it
up and churned and tossed it, with
now an arm showing and now a leg,
along the white-water course that
twisted between its shouldering
banks.
I was conscious of Sock-Eye stand
ing at my side, leaning almost non
chalantly on his long-barreled rifle.
“He’s dead,” I gasped, staring at
the churning water-course that had
swallowed up that receding tangle
of limbs.
“I had t’ git him,” announced
Sock-Eye, “or he’d a-got you.”
“But you’d no right to shoot a
man,” I cried, still shaking from
shock, scarcely knowing what I was
saying.
Sock-Eye reached out and quietly
pulled me back from the cliff edge.
“There’s times, girlie, when a
hombre’s got t’ make his own laws
out here in the hills. And this was
SYNOPSIS BY CHAPTERS
CHAPTER I—Carol Coburn. Alaska
born, daughter of Klondike Coburn, a
"bush rat” who died with an unde
veloped mine claim, is returning North
to teach school. Aboard ship, Eric (the
Red) Ericson, agitator, annoys her and
she is rescued by Sidney Lander, young
mining engineer.
CHAPTER ll—At the Toklutna Indian
school, the head mistress resents Carol's
youth, but she makes friends with Katie
O'Connell, the nurse. Lander, who works
for the Trumbull company which is fight
ing the Coburn claim, writes to ask for
all the data in Carol's possession. He
is going to leave the Trumbull outfit
although engaged to Trumbull's daugh
ter. Barbara.
CHAPTER Hl—Carol and Kate set out
to find an Indian baby reported aban
doned by its parents. Sock-Eye Schlupp,
an old sourdough friend of Carol's dad,
leads them to his shack, where Lander
is nursing the missing baby. It had
been found by his dog. Kate goes to
arrest the parents. Lander, Carol, and
the baby, start for Toklutna.
CHAPTER IV—A snow storm traps
Lander, Carol, and the Indian baby as
their truck wends its way toward Tok
lutna.
CHAPTER V—Miss Teetzel.head of the
school, is scandalized when she learns
Lander and Carol had spent the night
in the truck.
CHAPTER Vl—The school is quaran
tined and Carol remains while await
ing application for a job in Matanuska.
At Christmas time fire breaks out while
children play around the tree. The school
is burned and Carol proves the heroine
in rescuing children.
CHAPTER Vll—Carol gets the school
Job at Matanuska and a shack to live in.
CHAPTER VIII Barbara Trumbull
visits Carol. They discuss Lander. Carol
says she wants her career, not him.
CHAPTER IX Matanuska prepares
for the arrival of government-supported
settlers. The old timers don’t like the
idea, including Salaria Bryson, a big.
out-door girl, a pupil of Carol’s.
CHAPTER X—Salaria tells Carol about
loving Lander.
CHAPTER XI Little Frieda Eck
strom, six, gets lost after visiting Carol
and a search for her is led by Lander.
It is Carol who finds her.
HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GEORGIA
friend of the Coburns, did the shooting.
He thought it was a Trumbull plane. Trum
bull had planted Eric, the Red, at the
scene, for dirty work, Sock-Eye inform/
them warnlngly.
And now comes the final threat.
one o’ them times, I’m thinking.”
‘‘But you killed him,” I repeated,
leaning on the shaggy old shoulder
beside me.
Sock-Eye’s laugh was low and
mirthless but altogether untroubled.
Ihat ain’t botherin' me none,”
he said. “Any jury north o’ Fifty-
Six’d say that snake killed hisself.”
My earlier sense of homelessness
and helplessness swept back on me.
I knew a craving for security where
no security was to be found.
Where’s Sidney?” I cried out in
that tightening clutch of desolation.
‘‘l want Sidney.”
"I’m here,” called Sidney’s voice,
close behind me. He was out of
breath from his hurried climb up
the hillside. But there was steadi
ness in the arms which he clasped
about my swaying body.
I could feel the throb of his heart
and the subsiding panting of his
lungs as he held me close to him.
And those quieting hammer throbs
of strength slowly beat the terror
of homelessness out of my own ham
mering heart.
“Don’t leave me,” I said as my
arms tightened about him.
“We’ll always be together, after
this,” he said. His arms closed
about me again and I shut my eyes
as I felt his lips on my lips.
It was Sock-Eye’s voice that
brought time and the world back to
me again.
“I reckon it’s a pot o’ coffee you
two cheechakos need t’ steady you
down a bit,” he observed. “And
while I’m wrastlin’ that, jus’ kind
o’ remember there’s a bush hawk’s
still waitin’ for you over t’ Cran
berry Lake.”
It took Sidney a little time -Jo
come back to earth. But he still
clung to my hand.
“And what’ll you do?” he ques
tioned the old-timer. “Head back
to Matanuska?”
“Back t’ that mess o’ misfits?”
was Sock-Eyes answer. “Not on
your life. I’ve got me two burros
outspanned over in the next valley
bottom and I’m a-goin’t’ mosey out
t' the open hills where I belong.”
“But you can’t do that, Sock-
Eye,” Sidney objected. “You’re go
ing to be needed before this is
cleared up.”
Sock-Eye reached for his chewing
plug.
“She’s plumb cleared up a’ready,”
he maintained. “And since you two
dunderheads’ve finally made sure
where your pay dirt lies and dis
covered how you was kind o’ made
for each other, from the first crack
out’n the box, I don’t see no call
for me lingerin’ around this neck
o’ the woods. No, sir. I’m goin’ t’
tote me and my stuff back into them
hills where a man kin work a tom
myrocker in peace.”
I felt he was too old and spent for
that sort of lone-fire adventuring
through the valley bottoms of the
North. But there was something
still gallant and intrepid about the
shaggy figure as he stepped over to
the taller man and placed a hand
on the shoulder that stood almost
as high as his own head.
“You’ve got a straight-shooter in
this gal of ol’ Klondike Coburn’s,”
he solemnly asserted. “She’s a
danged sight finer’n you deserve.
And if you don’t treat her right,
down the years that’s left t’ you,
I’ll sure amble out’n these hills and
fill your carcass so full o’ lead they’ll
be usin’ you for a plumb bob.”
[THE END]
CHAPTER XII—In preparation for the >
coming of the Matanuska colonists CCC
and other workers have begun building.
Eric, the Red, is annoying Carol when
John Trumbull comes on the scene. They
have an unsatisfactory talk about the
claim.
CHAPTER Xlll—Lander becomes field
manager of the Matanuska Valley Proj
ect, He Invites Carol to a camp dance.
CHAPTER XlV—The new Matanuska
colonists arrive.
CHAPTER XV—Carol points the gun
Sock-Eye had left with her at Eric, the
Red.
CHAPTER XVl—Despite Eric, the hos
pital is built practically overnight with
the aid of old and new settlers. Scarlet
fever and pneumonia also hit the colony
and Carol was called to aid as nurse.
CHAPTER XVll—From little Ollie
Eckstrom, Carol learns that followers of
Eric, the Red. plan to set fire to piles of
timber.
CHAPTER XVlll—Lander takes meas
tures to protect the timber. Eric pub
licly belittles Carol. Sock-Eye gives him
a warning shot, and gun pointed, makes
him dance. Sock-Eye disappears when
ordered arrested.
CHAPTER XlX—Salaria had also dis
appeared but Lanjjer finds her. She had
injured a foot while hunting. Barbara
Trumbull chooses to misinterpret the
rescue and flings her engagement ring
away.
CHAPTER XX—Slim Downey agrees
to fly Carol and Lander to Cliakitana.
CHAPTER XXl—Near their destina
tion. rifle shots ring out. One of the
shots hits the fuel tank of the airplane.
They are forced down. Slim has a gas
cache in that area. Carol and Lander de
cide to walk to Big Squaw Creek, a day
away. They camp out at night. Slim is to
repair the ship and pick them up.
CHAPTER XXII—It was Sock-Eye
who did the shooting. He mistook the
Elane for one of Trumbull’s. He tells
ander and Carol Trumbull sent Ejic
out there to do his dirty work.
CHAPTER XXIII—Eric, the Red, shows
up. threatens Carol’s life. He seems de
mented. Sock-Eye shoots him dead just
in the nick of time. Carol and Lander,
with Slim, head back to Matanuska to
be married. Sock-Eye hits for a new
trail.
| SCREEN lIADIO
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
IT LOOKS as if heroes of the
sports world would come in
to their own on the motion pic
ture screen with a vengeance in
the near future. Columbia’s al
ready begun production on
“Harmon of Michigan,” with
Tom Harmon himself appear
-1 ing in the title role. Republic
1 has signed Billy Conn, of the
squared circle, to star in one pic
ture. It will be “Kid
Tinsel,” based on
th e novel of that
Wi atl name by Octavus
m„ Roy Cohen.
P|p*iy And David Selz-
II f r m nick and Metro
<*£o want to bring us a
M based on the
||f life of the great Lou
■ m J 9 Gehrig of the base
ly M Jijpl ball diamond. That
# ms SBSm one wou id be a lit-
Tom Harmon tle tougher assign
ment, of course—
i imagine finding someone who’d be
acceptable as Lou!
While we’re on the subject of hero
portrayal, Gary Cooper does a re
markably good job in “Sergeant
York.” The picture is one of those
that you’ll have to see, unless you
want to sit by and suffer forever
after while your friends tell you how
i good it was.
Most of the sequences of “Glam
our Boy” show backstage scenes
on the Paramount ,
lot, so if you want '
to see what the in- -LI
side of a motion pic- A,. ..... Ja
ture studio really Spj |||
looks like, check this jm
Jackie Cooper-Su- Mm
sanna Foster pic- jR/*
ture as one that you
want to be sure to -, s i |V" 'i
see. For one se
quence, in a pro- JP**.• ~||||
ducer’s office, Wal- ...
ter Abel and Jackie c „„ 01
Cooper are doing a
scene. Framed on
the office wall are portraits of Made
leine Carroll, Dorothy Lamour,
Claudette Colbert, Mary Martin and
Paulette Goddard.
“You seem to be nervous, Jack
ie,” Abel commented. “What’s the
matter?”
“Who wouldn’t be nervous doing
a scene with all those big stars
watching?” Jackie demanded.
Deanna Durbin certainly is grow
ing up; she’s inherited a story that
was originally bought for Margaret
Sullavan. It’s called “They Live
Alone,” and the Durbin role is that
of a girl reporter who lives in New
York. At present she’s finishing
“Almost an Angel,” with Charles
Laughton. The new picture post
pones three others that were sched
uled for her, so Universal must
think it’s good.
“Navy Blue and Gold” was char
acterized by the nation’s critics as
one of the finest service films ever
made; naval officers have said that
it is the most authentic story of An
napolis ever presented on the
screen. So Metro is reissuing it,
and we’ll all have another chance
to see James Stewart as he looked
when he was a movie actor instead
of a soldier.
Herbert Marshall has joined the
all-star cast of the new Joan Craw
ford picture, “When Ladies Meet,”
which already included Greer Gar
son and Robert Taylor. Even be
fore he joined it, Metro was an
nouncing this as one of the most
formidable star combinations of
many months.
Richard Denning was Anne Shir
ley’s West Pointer husband in “West
Point Widow”; then he was Susan
Hayward’s brother-in-law in “Adam
Had Four Sons.” Paramount thinks
so much of him that he’s slated now
to be Dorothy Lamour’s leading
man in “Her Jungle Mate.” He’s a
white youth reared in the African
jungle, according to the movie story
(in reality he’s just a home boy
from Los Angeles,) and is brought to
America by a circus promoter as a
rival to Miss Lamour, who’s also
been discovered in the wilds.
The members of 18 national fra
ternities voted Ann Sheridan their
sweetheart, but she’s a lot more ex
cited over the fact that she has been
given the most important role in her
career. It’s in “Whistling in the
Dark.” Red Skelton, the comedian,
has his first starring role in this one.
ODDS AND ENDS—Bob Burns will
star in “The Wizard of Arkansas" — he’ll
he a rural sage, fairly bursting with home
ly wisdom . . . Columbia has acquired
world rights to “Five Men,” one of the
most expensive British pictures ever made
—Leslie Howard, Laurence Olivier and
Raymond Massey are in the cast . . . For
some reason Columbia seems to be im
pressed by the fact that its Edgar Buchanan
used to be dentist; in their publicity he’s
always referred to as the dentist-actor . , .
20th Century-Fox hopes that “Swamp
Water” will give Anne Baxter and Dana
Andrews a boost toward stardom . . . Bes
sie Love returns to acting in the English
“Atlantic Ferry.”
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