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CHAPTER XII—Continued
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Old Francois had taken long In
reaching the fire fighters and deliver¬
ing Steve’s note. His crippled foot
bothered him, and so it was late, in¬
deed, when he reached the men who
guarded the fire line.
It was well after midnight before
two canoes began their dash up the
Good-Bye.
LaFane, in the bow of the first,
stepped ashore at the Mad Woman
trail. The battery of flashlights gave
sufficient light for them to read the
sign left there.
‘Down . . . both of ’em,” said
LaFane, at the forking of the trail.
Any other would have believed so,
too. The tracks of both men and the
girl they followed took the right
hand fork and, with their faith so firm
in the one who had led them all sum¬
mer, It did not occur to them to setrch
for further Indications.
"It sure looks as If they went down
river,” LaFane repeated. “But we
may be wrong. “You,”—to a strapping
young woodsman—"take the trail back
to the Good-Bye and bring two canoes
with plenty grub over here to wait for
orders."
“Who’ll go with you?” Young Jim
asked. His voice was strained and his
lips twitched in suspense.
LaFane said promptly:
"Wartin and I. You and Mac scout
the lake. If you find anything that
looks hot, follow it. If there’s no
sign, come back here. We’ll get word
up If we need help below.”
And so Young Jim Flynn entered
the lake from which LaFane had
.
dragged him a fortnight before, eyes
scanning the near shore and the
Islands beyond.
Soon rain began to fall in a fine,
persistent drizzle, restricting their
range of vision. They went slowly,
following the eastern shore line.
“What’s that yonder?”, Young Jim
.
asked pome time later- -Anting with
“Looks like a canoe.” They headed
on it and as they drew near old Mac
said starkly: “ ’Y G—d, ’tis a
canoe 1”
They went swiftly after the craft.
“It’s Young Jim’s!” McNally said
sharply, not yet knowing the strange
tangle of names which had concealed
identities from him and all the others
except LaFane.
“Look!” cried the boy. "Isn’t that
a bullet hole?”
"One . . . two . . . Why, three
of ’em!”
For a moment they stared at one
another, mutely questioning.
"He caught up with them!” the boy
said huskily. “He caught up and there
. was shooting and . . . God knows
what else!”
“All we know is that they’re up
ahead, son! We got no time to lose.
No use proddin’ around here any more.
After murder, theft and, anyhow, more
shootin’ and whatever happened to
Katie, he’ll make tracks up country, if
he’s able. He won’t be around here.
Our only chance is to find where he
leaves the upper river.”
They began to paddle desperately.
CHAPTER XIII
The first drop of rain falling on her
cheek forced Kate Flynn to a decision.
To remove the pressure of her thumbs
from that bandage might permit the
blood to flow again; to leave this un¬
conscious, weakened man exposed to
a soaking might take away his last
chance of ultimate survival.
Slowly, she relaxed the pressure she
had held on the wound and anxiously
watched the edges of that clotted
gauze. No fresh flow appeared. The
bleeding was stopped for the Interval.
She hastened to the canoe and threw
the duffle ashore. A tent was there,
of balloon silk, packed in its bag.
Swiftly she shook out the shelter and
set It up over the spot where Steve
lay.
She had the tent up before the rain
became more than scattered drops.
The clot over the wound still held.
That was something to be thankful for
but although she had accomplished
that much she needed help.
She ran into the timber, gathering
fuel, and heaped it in three piles
along the beach, fifty paces apart,
and. with matches found in Franz’s
pack, Ignited her fires.
Three smokes, three shots; these
are to the woodsman what the SOS
Is to the mariner. *
The fires, however, must burn con¬
tinually, they must be fed, and with
green wood, which would throw out
dense smoke, but as she hurried back
toward the canoe for a hand-ax she
saw one of Steve’s knees double and
straighten agahi In a spasmodic move¬
ment.
She prayed again when she saw
Mood oozing from the wound. She
watched tbe rain beat out her fires
and did not dare leave off the task of
holding that bandage tight. She just
sat there and pressed her hands down
on the bandage and watched the
mists come down from the hills and
blot out horizons. When the hard
driven canoe passed her island, though
it was within easy rifle shot, she had
•no indication of the nearness of
friends.
The hours dragged on. For an in¬
terminable interval Kate Flynn sat
holding the bandage firmly against
Drake’s side and then, as the mists
gave way to a steady rain, he com¬
menced to mutter and to stir again.
“Does it hurt?” she asked. No an¬
swer. “Do you hear me? Does it
hurt much now?”
A mumble came from his lips, her
own name, spoken so clearly and
sharply that the girl started.
“Yes, I’m here! It’s Kate, here with
you 1”
His eyes opened and stared at her
blankly.
“It’s all right,” she said. “The
bleeding has stopped. Please lie still
so it won’t start in again. Do you
understand that?”
His lids fluttered closed but he lay
still. Whether he had understood or
not she could not know. He had
locked his fingers about her small
wrist and would not let go. After a
time she tried to disengage his clasp
so she might start the fire going, but
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he clung the tighter and murmured
thickly. It was not until nearly dusk
that she could unlock his fingers and
slip away without rousing him.
She dragged driftwood from the
beach and made a pile of It behind the
fire which served the double purpose
of throwing heat into the open front
of the tent and drying fuel for the
night hours. Then she resumed her
vigil beside the unconsious figure, de¬
termined to fight sleep with all the re¬
sources at her command.
So it was that Mary Wolf, paddling
her light canoe through the steady
rain, saw a point of warm light shin¬
ing through the darkness.
This might be Franz, come to look
for her despite Young Jim’s command
that he let her alone.
She went on, proceeding with ut¬
most caution. But she wanted to
know who was there. If it were
Framz, she would not be forced to keep
a watch for him afterward.
She thought she heard a sound, an
odd noise which she could not identify,
and as she was about to pass a point
of the island which would screen the
fire from her that sound recurred.
She arrested all movement. That was
strange. Another woman, crying here
in a camp. . . .
So the Indian girl came upon Kate
Flynn, kneeling at Steve’s side, beg¬
ging him to speak, to make some sign
that he was aware of her being there.
Her words covered the small sounds
of Mary’s approach through the rushes
and it was not until the new arrival’s
shadow fell across Steve’s figure that
Kate started up, alarm and relief min¬
gled in her heart.
“Oh!” she cried. “Oh, you’ve
come! . . . Look! This man is ter¬
ribly hurt! He was stabbed and has
bled most of his life out!”
Mary appeared to give no heed. She
stood bent over, hands crossed on her
breast, eyes fast on Drake’s drawn
face.
“Where he hurt?” she asked and
Kate drew back the blankets to reveal
the ugly patch on Drake's bared body.
“See? It doesn’t bleed any more.
I held It tight for hours until it
stopped. Oh, what else can be done?”
The Indian girl then did a strange
thing. She knelt quickly and took
one of Drake’s hands in both hers.
"Yo’ng Jim!” she called softly.
“Yo’ng Jim!” Her voice husked.
“Yo’ng Jim, you all right?”
She neld her breath for answer but
none came, no indicating movement or
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change of expression, even. Bn*
turned a tragic face to the white fW
who swayed away from her with some¬
thing like shock as Franz’s lying words
came back to her. A squaw man, he
had said this man was, and here was
a young squaw, a stricken expression
In her eyes. . . . The thought that
this man, who had worked for her, per¬
haps was now dying for her and who,
only a few hours ago, had kissed her,
might be the lover of this dusky girl
wrenched and tugged at something
deep In her heart.
“He say no-thing,” Mary whispered.
‘.‘He won’t say no-thlng!” She bent
her body low, clieek close to Drake’s
face and Kate started to turn her
head away but when she saw that the
movement was not In caress but in
query she checked the gesture of aver¬
sion. “He breathing,” Mary said. “He
not hot. May be . . .”
She turned to the scattered packs
beyond the fire, dumping their con¬
tents to the ground, opening a grub
sack, exploring its contents.
, “Yes,” she muttered and poured
coffee !nto«a kettle, running Into the
reeds for clean water.
Deftly, she raked coals from the
fire and put the .kettle on to bcdl.
Then, without a word of explanation,
disappeared Into the timber. In a few
moments she returned with a wad of
pitch on a curl of birch bark. This
she put to heat on a pan cover, want
to her own canoe and returned with a
bundle from which she extracted a
piece of white cloth, tore the cloth
Into ribbons and then, testing the con¬
sistency of the softening pitch wifti
great care, brought her materials Into
the tent and drawing hack the blan¬
kets set to work to bind the clotted
gauze firmly into place.
She smeared pitch on the flesh,
pressed an end of cloth into It, car¬
ried the cloth over the bandage and
pitched It down on the other side.
Over and over, first this way, then
that, she drew the adhering cloth frag¬
ments until the chance of breaking the
clot by movement was slight.
By then the coffee had boiled. She
fetched the kettle within and, a spoon¬
ful at a time, dropped the hot fluid
into Drake’s mouth, persisting until he
had swallowed several times.
“Coffee. No whisky.” she said
briefly and sat back on one hip. “He
not bleed now. Coffee make him
strong.”
“But he must have help. Some one
who knows all about injured people
must he brought here or he may die.”
Mary nodded.
“And I can’t go!” Kate cried. “I
couldn’t get back to headquarters. I
couldn’t carry a canoe across that
trail. You can, can't you? You go for
help.” *
“May-be. Not now. He Is not hot.
Maybe I go sometime. He needs me
now. He is my friend.”
“Friend?” A tightness came in b
Rate’s tone as * wonder’ whtes was
almost alarm asserted Itself when the
word caused her once again to think
of the possible relationship of these
two.
“He your brother? I see you once.
You are 01’ Jim’s girl. I know.
This,”—with a gesture—“Yo’ng Jim,
he is my friend.”
She was silent a moment, struggling
against things, wanting to speak, not
knowing just how.
“Me, I got no brother. I got no¬
body. Yo’ng Jim was good to me. He
made Franz let me come here. He
tol’ Franz to leave me be. Franz . . .
I Franz’s girl long time. I say to
Yo’ng Jim I be his girl. Wash, Cook.
He tell me no. He tell me go to
school. He is my friend," she repeat¬
ed simply, as though it explained
everything, and in the words was an
inflection, a quality which made Kate
Flyun know that Franz had lied.
A low moan came from Steve just
then, which checked the many ques¬
tions Kate wanted to ask. After a
moment his brows furrowed and he ut¬
tered a weak, inarticulate word. Then,
as if the effort of that had wearied
him beyond measure, he let breath
slip from his lungs and turned his
head to one side.
Silently Mary moved away and re¬
plenished the fire. She heated the
coffee again and forced more of If
into Drake^s mouth.
Throughout this interval Steve was
strangely aware of voices near him.
They came to his consciousness, how¬
ever, as from a great distance, rush¬
ing nearer, retreating as rapidly, all
but fading out, then coming close
again. He fought against an over¬
powering weakness, a terrible lethargy.
He was in pain somewhere. Yet there
was something he had to say . . .
something he must say . . . some¬
thing on which more than his own life
depended. . . .
He could not remember what this
was. For a time, he was at peace.
Yes, more than at peace. He had a
feeling of wonderful happiness. He
was happier than he had ever been in
bis life. Some one he had always
wanted to see was at hand; some
voice he had hungered and thirsted to
hear was in his ears. . . . Then
things, even happiness, faded out, and
after another incalculable interval h«
was aware of fretting again.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Home Rule on Isle of Man
The Isle of Man has its own unique
form of home rule. No act of the Brit¬
ish parliament applies to the island
unless expressly so stated In tha law.
The court of Tynwald, one of the
oldest legislative assemblies in tha
world, consists of a lieutenant gov¬
ernor appointed by the crown, and twe
chambers, the council and the honse
of keys. The 24 members of the
latter are elected by popular vote, in
which women share equal rights with
men. All measures must pass both
council and keys, and receive approval
from the sovereign
Georgia News
Happenings Over the State
The Georgia Education Associa¬
tion held district conventions Oc¬
tober 28 to November 1 at Lyons,
Waycross and Moultrie.
The second tuberculosis clinic to
be held in Henry County under the
auspices of the State Board of
Health has been scheduled for No¬
vember 23.
Negro farmers of Lowndes Coun¬
ty liad a fair at Valdosta last week,
at which prizes for the best farm
exhibits were offered' by’the Val¬
dosta merchants.
Edward J. Youmans, Baxley,
fanner and blacksmith, has received
the patent rights on a new razor,
from both the United States and
Canadian governments.
J. L. Crawley, recently appointed
United States marshal for the
southern district of Georgia, has
announced the appointment of Ed¬
ward Dufour, of Savannah, as chief
field deputy.
Miss Jeanette Rankin, former
congresswoman from Montana and
now a resident of Georgia, has been
offered the newly created chair of
peace at Brenau College at Gaines¬
ville.
A community fair held at the
Snellville High sclmoi at Lawrence
ville, closed last week. Farm prod¬
ucts and fancy work of the women
from the entire community were
on display.
James P. Faulkner, of Atlanta,
executive secretary of the Georgia
Tuberculosis Association, was host
recently to all chairmen of the first
district of Georgia at a luncheon
at Cedartown.
Mrs. E. R. Hodgson, Jr., chair¬
man for Clarke County of the an¬
nual tuberculosis Christmas seal
sale announces the campaign wift
begin December 1, and extend
throughout the month.
One hundred and sixty-two per¬
sons were helped in finding em¬
ployment by the national re-em¬
ployment office for the Athens di¬
vision last week, it is announced
by W. F. Pittard, officer in charge.
Through the Quitman relief of¬
fice a total of 4,000 pounds of fresh
beef has been distributed to needy
families from the government cat¬
tle shipped in from the west and
being slaughtered in Thomas
County.
The Bartow Grand Jury, in an
adjourned term of the Bartow Su¬
perior Court, completed its work
last week and read its presentments
in open court, highly praising all
officers of the court from tlib judge
down.
Residents of the Atlanta and Co¬
lumbus areas will meet at tbe Rals¬
ton hotel at Columbus November 8
with others interested to confer on
a plan to bring about tbe improve¬
ment of the Chattahooehee-Apa
lachicola river system.
The quality and staple of the cot¬
ton crop in Emanuel County is
turning out much better than was
expected, according to reports of
the cotton quality reporting service
of the United States Department of
Agriculture and the Georgia Ex¬
periment station.
The annual poppy day, sponsored
by the American Legion Auxiliary,
will be held at Rome on Saturday,
November 10, it has been announced
by Miss Cobbie Mae Dean, who has
been appointed chairman by Mrs.
Max Kuttner, president of the aux¬
iliary. Proceeds will aid former
soldiers in government hospitals.
Approximately SO per cent of the
farmers who are bringing their
cotton to Rome this year are stor¬
ing it and borrowing the 12-cents
a pound available through federal
legislation, it was estimated by R.
H. McDaniel, of the Rome office
of the Georgia Co-operative Cotton
Growers’ Association.
General services for C. L. Heart
sell, former Dalton postmaster and
editor of the old Dalton Argus, who
died in a Milledgeville sanitarium,
were held at Dalton on October 2G.
Mr. Heartsell was one of Dalton’s
most prominent citizens. He was at
one time editor of the Cleveland
Banner, Cleveland, Tenn.
A new water system installed at
Cartersville is tbe result of exten¬
sions and additional machinery
placed at the local plant, under the
supervision of City Manager John
W Dent. The supply comes direct¬
ly from the Etowah river, being
pumped into reservoirs, where it
undergoes filtration processes.
The annual Aeworth city elec¬
tion was held recently, and C. C.
Butler was named mayor and D. H.
Collins, Orlando Awtry, Jr., J. H.
Robertson, F. C. Mills and W. L.
Evans, cotincilmen.
Total production of local manu¬
facturing and printing and publish¬
ing plants in LaGrange, during
1933 valued at $0,564,280 according
to a preliminary summary of data
collected in the biennial census of
manufacturers just completed by
the bureau of the census.
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
CUNDAY Dchool Lesson I
(By REV. P. B FITZWATER, D. D.,
Member of Faculty, Moody Bible
Institute of Chicago.)
©. Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for November 11
THE CHRISTIAN CITIZEN
LESSON TEXT—Galatians 5:13-26.
GOLDEN TEXT—Then said Jesus un¬
to him. Put up again thy sword into
his place: for all they that take the
sword shall perish with the sword.—
Matthew 26:52.
PRIMARY TOPIC,—Jesus' Law In
One Word.
JUNIOR TOPIC—God’s One Law.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP¬
IC—How to Be a 1 Peacemaker.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP¬
IC —Thinking Peace Instead of War.
Doubtless the thought of the lesson
committee was to take advantage of
this memorial occasion to inculcate in
the hearts of the youth the spirit of
peace which grows out of a heart o.
love. It should be borne in mind that
this value can only be a practical
reality as the people are brought into
a saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus
Christ. Love is the fruit of the Spirit
made operative in the heart of the
regenerate.
Paul, having shown in chapters
three and four of this epistle that the
believer is free from the law as a
means of justification, in our present
lesson makes the practical application
of the doctrine. The divine method of
doing away with war is to secure the
regeneration of individuals.
I. Christian Freedom (vv. 13-15).
1. It is not an occasion to the flesh
(v. 13). Liberty is not license. The
notion that when one is free from the
law he is free from constraint is wick¬
edly erroneous. License of the flesh
means not merely the indulgence of
the flesh in actual sinning, but in the
expression of a self-centered life.
2. By love serve one another (vv.
13a-15).
Freedom from the Mosaic law means
slavery to the law of love. Love thus
becomes the fulfillment of the law.
II. Walking In the Spirit (vv. 16-18).
This discloses the secret of how a
life of service to another can be lived.
Walking in the Spirit results in
1. Loving service to others (v. 13).
2. Victory over the flesh (vv. 16, 17).
By flesh Is meant the corrupt nature
of man expressing itself in the realm
of sense and self. The renewed man
has two natures, betw'een which Is go¬
ing on a mortal conflict. The Chris¬
tian must choose between good and
evil. Notwithstanding the reality of
this deadly conflict, victory is sure if
one chooses the good.
HI. The Works of the Flesh (vv.
19-21).
By the works of the flesh is meant
the operation of the carnal nature.
The one who chooses to live according
to the impulses and desires of his
natural heart will be practising the
following sins:
1. Sensuality (v. 19).
The sins enumerated here are prac¬
ticed in the body, and are
а. Fornication (the word adultery Is
omitted from the best manuscripts).
Fornication includes all sexual sins
In the married and unmarried state, b,
Uncleanness, which includes all sensu¬
al sins, open or secret, in thought
or deed. c. Lasciviousness, which
means the wanton, reckless indulgence
in the shameful practices of the flesh.
2. Irreligion (v. 20). These acts
take place in the realm of the spirit,
and are a. Idolatry, the worshiping of
Idols, b. Witchcraft or sorcery, all
dealing with the occult, such as mag¬
ical arts, spiritism, necromancy.
3. Sins of the temper (vv. 20-21).
These take place in the sphere of the
mind, and are a. Hatred, b. Vari¬
ance, including all strife and conten¬
tions. c. Emulations, Including all
types of jealousy, d. Wrath, meaning
bursts of passion, e. Seditions, which
mean factions In the state, f. Here¬
sies, meaning factions in the church,
g. Envyings. h. Murders.
4. Sins of excess (v. 21). a. Drunk¬
enness, indulgence in intoxicating
liquors, b. Revellings. Acts of dis¬
sipation under the Influence of liquor.
All who practice such sins shall be
excluded from the Kingdom of God (I
Cor. 6:10).
IV. The Fruit of the Spirit (vv.
22-24).
This Indicates action in the realm of
life. It is the product of the Holy
Spirit indwelling the believer.
1. Love to God and Man.
2. Joy—glad-heartedness because of
what God has done.
3. Peace with God and Man.
4. Longsuffering, taking insult and
Injury without murmuring.
5. Gentleness, meaning kindness to
others.
б. Goodness, doing good to others.
7. Faith, believing God and com¬
mitting everything to him.
8. Meekness, which essentially means
submission to God.
9. Temperance, self-control in all
things.
Against those who thus live, there
Is no law.
Not Ashamed to Ask
I attribute the little I know to riSy
not having been ashamed to ask fo*
information, and to my rule of con¬
versing with all descriptions of men
on those topics that form their own
peculiar professions and pursuits.—
Locke.
Divine Revelation
Divine revelation given historically
In the person of Christ Is mediated and
made real to the soul by the Holy
Spirit.—W. H. Griffith Thomas
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The Test
“Life seems to be just a grind¬
stone !”
“And whether it grinds you down
or polishes you depends on the sort
of stuff you’re made of.”—Path¬
finder Magazine.
Preparedness
“Why did you engage that man as
cashier? He squints, has a crooked
nose and outstanding ears.”
“Of course. He will be so easy to
identify if he ever absconds.”—Hum¬
mel (Hamburg).
Keeps His Word
Tenant—I’m sorry I can’t pay my
rent this week.
Landlord—But you said that last
week and the week before.
Tenant—Yes, and didn’t I keep my
word?
Not Worth It
Mazie (showing photograph)—This
Is my new boy friend—he's in the
lost property office.
Madge—Hm ! I shouldn’t trouble .
to reclaim him If I were you.—Lon¬
don Answers.
She Was For It
He (during argument)— For good¬
ness’ sake, let’s talk sense!
Her (sweetly)—Yes, cents and dol¬
lars.
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