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-Well, you’ve just about cleaned up
" Fra"/ When you got chair. here he You’ve was
lttln . in the golden
ade a monkey out of him since. He
B country and he ain’t the
ain’t quit the
kind to forgive. If I was to want to
b the man who started this fire I’d
na checkin’ up on where
begin risrht now
jlr Franz esquire was at this fore¬
noon. premonition through
A crawly ran
ste ve. Wnrtin thought Just as he did.
It >vas perfectly reasonable to suspect
t bat Franz, outmaneuvered In more
ambitions than the foreman knew
anything about, would resort to the
torch before accepting defeat.
And, on this, a companion fear com¬
menced to form within him. The fu¬
ture of Polaris lay between the folds
of a heavy brief case back there at
headquarters, protected only by an
old. crippled man and a temporarily
blinded girl. This fact assumed om¬
inous proportions although he tried
to laugh at himself.
\Vl,v. Franz could not know that the
money had arrived, lie argued silently
as Wartin talked on about plans for
the night; hut in the next breath
he was remembering that the man had
been present when MacDonald dictat¬
ed his terms and would know that any
representative of the Flynns arriving
now would bring currency.
lie called I.aFane to one side.
“I'm dropping hack to headquarters
Just to have a look." he said. ’Til
take a canoe because Wartin may
need the boats for supplies. Just tell
Young Jim to sit tight until !■ get back.
When the boys are told what we three
know, we should all be together.”
“Iiiglit.’’
Dusk was falling as Steve landed.
A silence hung over headquarters
which seemed weighted with import
as he stepped to the sand. He stood
still a moment, listening, and then
called sharply:
“HI, Tim! . . . You, Tim!”
No answer, and again a premoni¬
tion of trouble went crawling along
his spine. He called again; still no
response.
He could see that the door of the
store was open and, stopping only to
take an electric flash-light from his
Jacket in the canoe, walked swiftly
toward it,
* “Tim!" he called sharply from the
steps, that premonition more pro¬
nounced. ‘‘Tim!”
A faint, faint sound rewarded him:
a scraping on the floor, a husky gasp.
He stepped within, snapping on the
beam of his torch. He halted with a
sharp oath at sight of the figure
sprawled there.
“Tim!" he cried. "Tim, what hap¬
pened?’’
"Franz,” the old fellow gasped.
“Franz . . . shot me . , . took
the . . , money. . .
Words died to bubblings In his
throat as he struggled valiantly for
the breath to speak.
“Franz!” Steve echoed. “He shot
you down, Tim?"
"Yes,"—a faint whisper.
A tremor ran through the fragile
body and It tensed as under a wave of
pain for a moment. The light Steve
held on Tim's face revealed the heroic
struggle he made for strength to speak
further.
One of the old hands, cold as Ice,
now, gripped his wrist.
“I'm dusted . . . Jimmy. It’s
. . .
. . . it’s money . . . and . . He
was struggling against the darkness
which closed over his mind, clinging
to that remnant of consciousness that
remained, fighting to keep mind and
voice functioning until he had done
the thing that he alone eould do.
"Money," lie mumbled as Drake tried
to ease his posture. “Money.
He . . .
took it . . . ’nd shot me ,’nd
Katie . .
. .
"Kate? Shot Kate?”
Steve's voice sounded like a wont-
anjv ' 1 ’ ; so dn't drawn shoot by panic.
eard . . . her. . . . She
“ Saw him dust
He ■ • • ... me.
took her . tied her up. *
. . . .
Had canoe and outfit. Took
her . . . .
north, . Up lake. Said
he’d . It'll be . . . Jusf
h-L . . . ,
Steves moan was thick and heavy.
ribs" th WaS dry hl * heart flaIled
his
ie oid man's eyes were closing.
«e had lived to tell this, which he
t. mm/, / ?°v' d te 8een| "' ed HiS to CbIn t0 Ms
tab!r nestle almost
° r ln (be 8t vong arms which
i ,, v ,
1 m ‘ 1,6 bad done 1111 that he
JJ" em,M posslb ’y do. Now, he wanted
But Drake could not let him rest.
«ti * n ’ TlmY 1 he asked quickly.
Ho. #soT When did he go?
>ong ago was it Franz took
tvatie away?’*
' su KK es tlon of frown
t)L tho g ?l lnS a crossed
fac *’ 0,d Tim drew »
labored breath.
„ “Just
ZTr he began ^ and his chest
“ of the breath
lung, ° m bi * torn and tortured
i, Carrled the long-drawn
per „ whls-
' W ' W " The word
f&int bDt unmistakable. * as
arm* rx-/ mv he WhoUx ...... J ,nert ,n ln Drake's l ' raK
last ° d heart had buttered Its
fu/r Tr 5 *° he true
to t0 hls trust>
his 0n nnt !! be had discharged
had duty Ti “ ha<J fai,ed So mu ch
th4 hann treachpry -
in a* S? W and P aIn
to h h / U f 9 that It seemed
hi though Iranz had
l0Ted off Kate" only just
bo«Uy,' ’ bearin e as a
Just ’’ as had said; ; and then, after
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that last pause he was ever to make
In speaking: “Now.”
He was dead, slain In the service of
the Flynns, but this was no hour to
give way to regrets, to be concerned
with the dead. One tragedy had end¬
ed and nothing beneath the stars could
undo it, and another was ln the mak¬
ing that very moment, perhaps, and
a fear such as Steve had never known
possessed him.
He went quickly to the far end of
the room and took down a rifle from
its resting place on a set of antlers.
It was loaded. He slipped more am¬
munition Into his pocket and ran out,
closing the door behind him.
He strained his eyes up the lake to
where the first stars struggled to show
through the edge of the smoke haze.
Franz and Kate must he somewhere
not so far off, heading for the upper
river and the big country tc which it
gave access.
As he launched the canoe his only
thought was swift pursuit. No Idea
that old Tim might have been mis¬
taken In what he had told entered hls
mind. He felt that they were out there
on the lake, almost within sight, per¬
haps still within the distance that or¬
dinary sounds of travel might carry.
In the beginning the evening air was
clear and he could see fairly well.
Hut no craft, no movment, no sus¬
picious shadow rewarded his vigilance.
He stopped paddling now and again to
listen. With an outfit and Kate In his
canoe the fugitive would be unable to
make much speed. The thing to be
done then. Steve reasoned, was to get
ahead of him up Into the river be¬
yond the smoke where he could lie In
wait.
He approached the northern end of
the lake. He was tempted to cut
across to summon help, to call the en¬
tire crew off the fire which was a
menace only to property and turn
them out to head off the scourge which
threatened such a precious thing as
Kate Flynn.
And yet that would take time and
Kate was Franz's prisoner and he
knew he was capable of effecting res¬
cue alone once he could locate that
other canoe. His eagerness, his
anxiety, therefore, upset his usually
good Judgment.
He could not sit still. If he had mis¬
calculated. if old Tim had been wrong
about the time of Franz’s departure,
“I Won’t Be Gone So Long,” Franz
Said After He Had Swung the
Canoe to His Shoulders.
they might be still beyond him. The
wood camp was not far away; he
would go that far, anyhow. . . .
A solitary window gleamed yellow
as he rounded the bend below the
dump, and he called “You, Francois?
On the Jump!”
It was the French-Canadian with n
crippled foot who had given Steve his
directions the evening that he arrived
at Good-Rye. Hls crutches were dis¬
carded, now, and he hobbled with only
the aid of a cane.
“Francois, you been here all day?"
“Oui! Dat foot, she hurt lak h—1
SO—
"Seen anybody going up the river?"
“Sure; oui. Wan man, Franz, she
go op rlvalr long taam—”
“Alone, Francois? Was he alone?”
He grasped the man’s arm and
shook It.
“Oui! She got canoe all load ver’
heavy.”
"Heavy packs, eh? Lots of grub?"
“Oui, oui!’’ The man nodded.
“Lo’s stuff, Yo’ng Jeem.”
“How long ago was it, Francois?"
“Oh, mabby seex hour, mabby four
hour. After—”
“Good Lord, are you sure? Why,
that can’t be!”
“Oui. Mabby she can’t be, but she
so. De sun, she stan’ op In sky all
red laak coal.”
Steve brushed past the man and
stepped Into his shanty.
With the stub of a pencil he
scrawled a hasty note:
"Franz killed Tim, took the money
and forced Kate to go with him. Is
headed up the river with a long start
and I’m going my best Send plenty
of help on my trail and In a hurry.
Not for me, understand, but Kate may
need it.”
“There.” he muttered. “Now, Fran¬
cois, you’ve got to get this note to
McNally, somehow. Franz killed Tim
Todd end stole money from Old Jim.
Understand? If you take a long time
DADE COUNTY TIMES: JULY 19, 1934
getting this to McNally you’re likely
to sizzle In h—1 for It!”
And leaving the bewildered chopper
duly Impressed, he ran down to the
river and began paddling up the cur¬
rent, believing that a man planning a
get-away would take the first portage
Into the Mad Woman.
CHAPTER X
V
On her back In the canoe bottom
Kate Flynn was transported up the
lake.
Until they were well Into the smoke
Franz did not speak. Then he said:
“Quite different, my dear, from a
trip I’d once planned to take with
you!” He laughed drily. “That was
. . . anotner year.” His mouth twist¬
ed oddly, as though he were drowning
futile regrets. “I loved you, Kute.
Maybe I still do . . . maybe. . . .
With twenty-five thousand dollnrs and
you . . .’•
Not by so much as the flicker of a
lid did the girl indicate that she gave
heed, but her heart was In tumult.
Franz paddled steadily and after
darkness had fallen guided hls canoe
against the bank and stepped out.
He helped Kate to a sitting posture
and then to her feet. She was stiff
and lame from her long confinement
and swayed as If she might fall. He
held her In his strong hands, peering
close Into her face with the bandage
across her mouth.
“It’s a long carry, where we’re going.
If you’ll give me your word to come
along, walk fast' and not hinder me.
I’ll untie your hands.”
She shook her head and made a
courageously spirited sound.
“Good! If that’s how you feel I
should have no qualms. It’s my lib¬
erty I’m working for, now. Nothing
else counts!”
He stripped off his belt, backed
Kate to a birch tree, secured one end
of the strap about her wrists and tied
the other to a branch at the height of
her shoulders. By drawing down she
could hold her hands at the Ipvel
with the small of her hack; when she
did not resist the pull of the branch
they were helif high. In a position that
strained muscles and tendons and
forced her to bend far forward.
”1 won’t be gone so long,” Franz
said, after he had swung the canoe to
hls shoulders, “Maybe, by the time 1
get back, you’ll be more reasonable.”
Actually, he was not gone long, but
to the girl a whole epoch passed be¬
fore his return, unwelcome though it
was. She wept at times and breathed
Irregularly, She tried to stand mo¬
tionless at intervals and listen In the
faint hope that help might be coming.
But who could know what had hap¬
pened? Who could guess where she
was? Old Tim’s body might have been
discovered long since but what would
that mean to McNally and that man
who had kissed her?
They had called him Young Jim.
but he was not her brother. Of that
she was certain. Certain, too, of other
things: his strength and resourceful
ness and courage. Some unidentified
wonder-worker was on the Job at Good-
Bye and had been for over a month.
Could he help her, now? Could he
come, and in time? . . , She began to
sob again. . . .
Franc reappeared without a warning
sound.
“Still here, eh?” he whispered.
“And alone? He didn’t come, then,
did lie?”—jeering. "He didn’t get
here In time!”
So the thing for which she had hoped
gave this man concern I It in turn
gave her courage.
He rearranged hls pack and asked:
“Will you keep still If I remove the
gag?”
She shook her head.
“Fair enough! Will you walk?”
Again she indicated refusal.
“Well, once I wanted to hold you In
my arms. Now . . . I’ll have to!”
He unfastened the belt which held
Kate prisoner, lifted her quickly and,
holding her close, took the trail with
his double burden, lie went to the
limit of his endurance and put her
down with an oath.
"You kitten!” he snarled. "Holding
you so . . . stirs memories and Im¬
pulses !’’
He kissed her roughly on the cheek
and she struck out at him with an arm
which still ached and throbbed from
her experience at the landing.
He laughed, then, hoarsely.
“Don’t like It, eh? Perhaps you’ll
have to. . . . We’ll go on. Will you
walk, now?”
She would walk, yes. A new terror
was Injected Into her heart to mingle
with other fears by the burden of pas¬
sion which his laugh revealed. She
nodded and turned, starting before
him.
“Good!” he said. "It’s better."
And now to delay him became an
objective. Kate halted in the gloom
of the trail and tried to make him un¬
derstand she was tired, needed re¬
spite. He Jerked the gag free from
her Ups, holding a hand ready to stifle
any outcry.
“I’m weak ! I’m tired!” she plead¬
ed. *TH walk as long as I can, but
I must rest.”
“Sit down here, then,” he said grudg¬
ingly. “I’ll give you a minute. . . .
And I’ll leave this off, If I have your
word that you won’t screech.”
“No!” she said stoutly and the
bandage again pressed her lips tightly.
As she sat on a boulder she worked
her feet constantly in tUe trail, softly
scuffing up the forest duff to attract
the eye of any who might come that
way later.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Clothes That Go Out foi#ood Time
By CIIERIE NICHOLAS
XTOW that everybody’s taking
*■ v to biking or roller skating
regardless of age, and since all
the world seems to be seeking ten¬
nis or golf grounds or sunny
beaches where to frolic summer
hours away, creators of fashion are
kept busy thinking up apparel suit¬
able for time, place and the game.
The grand thing about play-togs,
whether you are young or old or in
ije between years, is that in these
modern times they are so entirely set
free from old-time rules and restric¬
tions. The idea nowadays Is that your
clothes simply must not be cumber¬
some. They must permit untram¬
meled freedom of action and they must
be as chle as they are “comfy.”
Which explains why the shorts out¬
fits have become so overwhelmingly
popular. In this type of costume de¬
signers have not left anything undone
that should be done to work out the
problems down to the minutest detail
of “style," plus service and comfort.
The fact that sports clothes are so
skillfully designed is not their only
lure for there is another element which
enters into the scheme of things that
lends infinitely to the zest of sportsy
attire—the materials employed. Such
cottons! Such linens! They are that
swagger, that colorful, that altogether
intriguing, one can scarcely compre¬
hend that they come under the humble
classification of utilitarian washable
weaves.
Speaking of the new cotton, there Is
the new pukker stripe seersucker with
its brilliant bands of color alternating
with multicolored hair-line stripes, and
the new cabana twill which is particu¬
larly smart In string color and the
candy stripe nubby yarn cotton which,
seeing, you will not be able to resist
and those spongy rugged herringbone
cotton coatings which are so attractive
the more so in that they tailor like a
woolen and wash like a pocket hand-
BEACH TOGS BUILT
ON SAILOR LINES
Half the beach clothes in the country
are built along sailor lines, so style
dispatches say. But It’s In accessories
and trims the fad gets into its full
swing.
Hope is all over the place. Instead
of straps, bathing suits now use wov¬
en yarn resembling rope. Separate
belts come in the same thing.
Buckles used to be just buckles, hut
now they’re anchors. Rope belts, par
ticularly, are hitched up garnish play
suits of the more rough and ready
type In the most surprising places, at
the back where the straps cross, ln
the apex of a front V.
Matched Scarf and Glove
Sets New Feature Mode
Nowadays It would never do to
walk out in a pair of gloves that
didn’t match anything, ln this day of
passionate ensembling, when even
your shoestrings have to match the
color of your tie, or something.
Confronted with the difficulty of
matching gloves to hats, as somebody
timidly suggested at the beginning of
the season, the cagey designers have
now Jilt on the Idea of presenting
glove and scarf ensembles. And very
nice they are, too.
Consider, for Instance, the pictorial
possibilities of a bow of sheer chiffon
milanese under your chin, matched by
gloves of the same gosamer fabric,
j or of a frilled sheer organdie frock, with collar matching on your
best dark
organdie cuffed gloves.
Velvet-Ribbon Trimming
Velvet ribbons in lighter or darker
colors than the frock, especially In
shades of lighter blue on navy, or In
bright red or green on white, make
an effective trimming.
Plaid Madras Accents
Plaid madras from the West In¬
dies, glass, string, leather and wood
are strung together in fascinating ar¬
ray to accent summer playtime clothes
for the country.
kerchief—cotton weaves the likes of
which would not have seemed possible
in years of yore.
The same is true about the marvel¬
ous linens which have come out this
season.
No one can say that the shorts
ensemble shown to the right ln the
picture is anything but a winner in
the arena of fashion. As to being
thoroughly practical this threesome
which adds a Jacket and an easy-to-
take-off-and-on skirt to a shorts outfit
is about the best thing that ever hap¬
pened in the way of a sports costume.
This model is made of Irish linen in a
thrilling shade of sail red. In her hand
the young lady carries a new water¬
proof beach kit equipped with every¬
thing which will serve as first aid to
seashore beauty.
, The beach shorts to tID left In the
group Is also made of linen of the
coveted uncrushable type. It Is In nat¬
ural color and is tailored to a nicety,
has the big sailor collar which Is so
Important this season and buttons con¬
veniently at each side.
Just to prove that In the new cot¬
tons the new linens have a most dan¬
gerous rival in the contest now going
on for highest honors, we submit to
admiring eyes the goodlooking shorts
centered in the group. They are
made of a ripple-tex seersucker and as
everybody knows there’s nothing
smarter in the realm of washable
weaves than gay seersucker—a perfect
answer to summer wardrobe needs—
crisp, cool, sturdy, tubable.
©by Western Newspaper Union.
TOT’S BEACH OUTFIT
lly CIIERIE NICHOLAS
Beach fashions for wee folks
such novel ensembles as this.
deftly pleated shorts are bright
The anchor trimming on the
white blouse with the new halter
lends no end of fascination to this
ning Juvenile costume. The beach
is a la <’hinoi.se which shows
truly a style-conscious little lady
she who posed for this amusing
most delightful fashion picture.
suits for tiny tots are being made
mere scraps of material with a
neckline and the entire back
to the sun’s health giving rays.
cunning details bring a smile.
GEORGIA NEWS
Happenings Over
The State
Mrs. Mae W. Dukes lias been named
postmaster at Gibson. She succeeds
Mrs. B. A. Hooks, who has held the
post since 1925.
Bonds in the amount of $3,000 were
voted at Dawson recent for the pur¬
pose of installing a heating plant in
the grammar school building.
More music is needed in Georgia,
says a Glennville candidate and the
matter will he an issue in the political
campaign in that district.
Norma W. Hayes has been appointed
acting postmaster at Elberton, accord¬
ing to reports received front the nost-
office department at Washington, D. C.
The Perry-Rainey-Mulberry reunion.
Including trustees, patrons, teachers
and students, will be held at the insti¬
tute grounds at Auburn, Ga., on Au¬
gust 5.
Knoxville, Tenn., was chosen as the
next meeting place of the Southeast¬
ern Chess Association at the final
business meeting held at Albany re¬
cently.
The Augusta-Tennile branch of the
Georgia & Florida Railroad will prob¬
ably bo abandoned and junked after
July 31, officials of the road have an¬
nounced.
The most profitable shipping season
south Georgia has seen in several
years is closing and the movement
from Vienna and other points north of
Moultrie has started.
Athens and Clarke county have set
aside $750 advertising fund to be used
in advertising the city and county at
the World’s Fair, on motorcades, in
booklets and elsewhere.
Georgia farmers and homemakers
are expected in great numbers at the
University College of Agriculture at
Athens on July 31-August 3 to dis¬
cuss all phases of rural life.
The North Georgia College with its
1934-35 session which begins Septem¬
ber 20, will open its doors to men and
women on the same basis, according to
President Jonathan C. Rogers.
A student loan fund of $3,500 was
set up for Mercer University students
ln the will of the late Rev. Robert Van
Deventer, D. I)., which was probated
In the court of ordinary at Savannah.
Secretary L. S. Moody of the Au¬
gusta chamber of commerce has stated
that the date of the Atlanta-to-Au-
gusta motorcade celebrating completed
paving of Highway No. 10 will be fix¬
ed soon.
The first county commission to work
with the Georgia department cf the
federal farm debt adjustment commis¬
sion and aid farmers in obtaining gov¬
ernment loans, was formed at Athens j
recently.
Secretary of the Interior Harold L.
Ickes has announced that as soon as
sufficient land has been tendered to
the government the new Ocmulgee Na¬
tional monument In Georgia will be
| established.
The Colonial Stages, recently con¬
solidated with the Greyhound Lines,
has begun a daily service through Mc¬
Donough. Two trips each way be¬
tween Atlanta and Macon will be made
W. A. Sims, former mayor of Atlanta
and candidate for re-election to the
State Senate, will be the principal
speaker at the Elliot family reunion,
to be held at Shingleroof campground,
near McDonough, on July 20.
Cotton in cultivation in Georgia on
July was placed at 2,141,000 acres, a
decrease of 5 per cent from the acre¬
age in cultivation July 1, 193”, the
crop reporting board of the United
States department of agriculture haq
reported.
An increase of 37 per cent in postal
receipts at the Washington, Ga., post-
office for the first six months of the
year over receipts for the same period
in 1933 Is Indicated ln figures released
by Charles II. Orr. of the Washington
postoffice.
Colonel John G. Bualer, commander
of the Old First Georgia regiment of
Infantry, Georgia state troops, during
service on the Mexican border and af¬
terwards was named president of th*
First Georgia Association at a meet¬
ing at Savannah recently.
If Clarke county will renew an of¬
fer made a few years ago to appro¬
priate $4,000 to the project, Athens
will pave Broad Street from Hull
Street to Mllledge Avenue and open
up a new thoroughfare between th*
business and residential sections there.
The first new corn of the 1934 crop
was brought to Thomasville recently
and ground Into meal at a local grist
mill. It was grown by a colored farm¬
er on the farm of Charles Heald, five
miles from Thomasville.
Judge E. Marvin Underwood, of fed¬
eral district court at Atlanta, has nam-
?d 44 conciliation commissioners In as
many counties of the northern district
of Georgia, who, ln effect, will act aa
court of last resort when farmers, fac¬
ing bankruptcy, have exhausted all
other aids.