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Thursday, July 17, 1947
ty J* Allan Dunn ~— -~s
CHAPTER VII
Synopsis: When Will Mac-
Leod was unjustly accused of
murder he and his sister, Ma
rion, fled to White Rock. Their
uncle, Alexander, had Dick
Byrne deliver a message to
Nipegosis who lived at White
Rock. Dick was wounded by a
half-breed, Marion learned
that some friend was dying on
the trail. Bill and Marion set
out and soon found Dick. Aft
er taking him to their cot
tage they read the note and
■ found that the Mounties were
on their trail. Bill left to hide
in a cave and soon afterwards
the Mounty arrived.
"Good morning, Miss MacLeod.
I am looking for your brother.”
"Good morning to you, Sgt.
O’Rourlx- My brother is not
here.” .
She remembered his name!
That had nothing to do with the
thing in hand. There was a lat
ent hostility in her even tones.
Their greetings had crossed and
lasped like the engaging of
swords.
He looked about the some
what bare but scrupulously neat
room. They entered it from a
central narrow passage that led
from front to rear door. There
were two doors opening to inner
chambers on either side of the
passage. A four-roomed, lightly
partitioned-off house.
"When do you expect him?”
"I do not expect him.”
Her eyes met his in open chal
lenge. They showed dislike. That,
under the circumstances, made
it a trifle easier.
“You’re living here, in a de
serted mining ramp, alone?”
“I did not say so. I said my
brother was not here and that I
did not expect him.”
“I’ll have to put some ques
tions,” O’Rourke said. “It is not
a personal matter, neither am I
the prosecutor of your brother. I
am merely doing my duty to
ward all citizens. The sworn duty
of a Royal Canadian Mounted
Policeman to maintain the right.
“I know the motto,” she said.
- -Maintiens le Droit!’ Well. Po
liceman, go ahead. But Will had
nothing to do with the murder
of Jacques Regnier.” *
“That is not for me to decide.
But he should not have run away.
That was a bad mistake.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
She had liked O’Rourke, had seen
romance in his calling, in his
record. Now she hated him. She
stood at bay,' using her wits
against his.
"There are four rooms in the
cabin?” he queried.
"Yes.” ’
"The kitchen is behind this
one?”
She nodded.
"You sleep across the pas
sage?” Then, as she merely nod
ded again, "The front or rear
room?”
“The front is my bedroom. I
am not occupying it now. I use
the back one. There is a sick man
in my room, a very sick man. Too
sick to be moved. He is very ill.
He has had an accident, lost a
Ipt of blood.”
She spoke with a sudden gush
of words as if she was breaking
cown, her eyes hunted, furtive.
O’Rourke looked at her pity
ingly. He had wanted to believe
her when she said she did not
lie, though not her statemen:.
But he knew that a woman will
fling aside everything to protect
her own and he did not blame
her.
"I’ll take a look at him,” he
said.
There was no question but what
the man was ill. He lay as if in a
stupor and his pulse was low.
The clothes were raised off one
leg by a sort of cage. O’Rourke,
with set lips, lifted the bed
clothes, saw the bandaged limb,
another bandage on the head.
Srom where I sit... //Joe Marsh
No "Smog" in Our Town
A lot ’of folks in our tow n had
been writing letters to the Clarion,
complaining about the “smog,” or
smoky fog, that sometimes blank
eted the neighborhood, and made
their eyes smart.
So we made an investigation and
published a list of the contributory
factors! The dump at the end of
Maple Street; the canning fac
tory; trash burned outside of home
incinerators; and others.
Right away folks started taking
action, voluntarily. Closed up the
dump, cleaned out their own incin
erators, got the factory to put in
Copyright, 1947, United States Brewers Foundation
“I can change the bandages,
policeman, if you think there are
no wounds,” she said sarcastical
ly. “It will not hurt him. He is
unconscious all the time, though
he’s not delirious,” she added
with obvious malice. “He is do
ing very nicely, but he cannot
be moved.”
O'Rourke said nothing. The,
man answered the description of
Will MacLeod. The face was
sunken from suffering, exposure
and loss of blood, it was masked
by whisker-growth, but he had
no doubt this was his man. It
did not look as if he could oe
moved. That did not matter. He
could wait, for a year if he had
to. His orders were to come in
with the murderer of Jacques
Regnier.
“You are treating him your
self?” he asked.
"With the advice of Nipegosis.
He has supplied some herbs. You
perhaps have heard of Nipe
gosis?”
He looked at her gravely. She
was almost impudent in her in
solence.
“I have heard of him,” he an
swered.
“He is yielding to treatment,”
she said. “It is rest he needs
principally.”
She stressed that point, he no
ticed, and it was then he remem
bered that she had not been sur
prised to see him. There had
been one or two other things.
“Do you feed the dogs?” ne
asked her swiftly, too fast for
her to properly parry.
“There are no dogs,” she said
with a gasp.
“I see. You merely throw out
all your meat and soup bones in
one place. You’ve used quite a
lot lately.”
She had recovered herself.
“Soup is what he needs, police
man. He came here on snow
shoes. I will show them to you in
the other room.”
“I’ll see them presently,” he
said crisply.
The situation was unexpected,
unusual. Not right, somehow.
“I’ll stay here for a while,” he
announced.
Her eyes held dislike, and her
breath came quickly. "Am I forc
ed, under the law of His Maj
esty the King, and of the Do
minion, to board and lodge you
under my own roof?” she asked
with stinging sarcasm. “He can
not run away.”
O’Rourke flushed a little. She
was clever, but she was bitter.
Once he had thought her sweet.
“You misunderstand me,” he
said. “I have my blankets. There
are other cabins. I can rustle my
food. I had no idea of staying in
the house, only in here with your
—your roomer—for a time. Un
der the law.”
He saw her give a half appre
hensive glance about the room,
as if something might have been
overlooked. Then it cleared.
“Very well, Sgt. O’Rourke,”
she said with a hint of curtsy.
“I obey—the law. You will ex
cuse me. I have work to do.”
O'Rourke stood beside the up
conscious man with troubled
eyes as she left him there.
It began very much to look as
if she had lied, and lied delib
erately. He set to work to prove
it.
There was a sort of closet, cur
tained by sacking. The garments
in it were feminine. He did not
give them a second glance. He
was still a little puzzled as to
why the girl should have given
up her own room with another
vacant —if it was vacant. There
was morning sun in this one,
when the sun shone.
The other room was clearly a
man’s. The clothes and other
possession showed that. The
clothes loo_ked as if they would
fit the man on the bed. So did
the pair of worn boots, and a
pair of shoepack moccasins, al
most new. He picked them up to
I new combustion units—till there’s
, not a trace of “smog” now.
From where I sit, there’s an
other example of self-regulation.
In away, it’s similar to the Brew
ers’ Self-Regulation program.
When they hear of a tavern that’s
causing dissatisfaction to the town,
in any way, they see it gets dis
ciplined or closed up. There’s noth
-1 mg like appealing to the folks
themselves—if you want astion.
examine and compare them
more closely. They were not the
same size. That might not mean
much. A man could not buy the
exact size he wanted in the wild
erness and room was always al
lowed for ample heavy socks.
One outfit of clothing was also
nearly new though the trousers
were damaged, cut and blood
i stained.
O’Rourke sat down on the bed
to consider these and other
things. He was sure there had
been dogs here not more than 48
hours ago. Dogs that were not on
a temporary visit. They had
gone. A sled would have gone
with them, and some one to
drive it. That meant two men.
It looked very much as if Will
MacLeod had been warned.
Then who was the man in bed?
One who had brought the warn
ing?
O’Rourke’s deduction was hard
ly genius, but it came like a
flash.
"Alec MacLeod! I thought the
old fox was too smug. How did
he get to know?”
There was a trail to follow
from the cabin. But the sick man
could not stay unconscious for
ever. And, when he roused from
his stupor, O’Rourke was re
solved to make him talk. The
girl, too, he determined.
Will MacLeod and this other
one generally resembled each
other. In bed, drawn and pale,
under weather, tan, slight dis
crepancies would pass unnoticed.
Height and weight could not be
well judged.
The girl had fooled him, de
liberately, tried to hold him to
give her brother a start. It would
not be easy to get much out of
her. And, after all, she had not
lied.
He heard her voice, pitched in
anger, then in alarm.
O’Rourke charged across the
passage, into the first room he
had entered.
In a cave that opened off a
ledge above Stoney River, which
was frozen hard and fast, five
men squatted about a small fire
where they had been broiling
meat, devouring it with their
fingers, half raw.
The place was warm though
the fire had been kept down to
offset smoke. There was a hot 1
spring in the back that every
now and then gurgled and gasp
ed and threw off jets of steam
for a geyser-like basin that
caught its flow and returned it
to the volcanic source.
The water was highly charged
with mineral, principally silicate
of lime. Drippings from condens
ing spray and moisture hung
down from the cave ceiling in
the form of stalactites, stood up
stumpily as stalagmites. Some of
these were sooted, with the cave
about them, by the fires of many
generations. Primitive carvings
on the walls showed that the
tribes had used it since ancient
times.
Only one of'the five men was
full-blooded, the others were
breeds, though all were dressed
as Indians dress for winter. The
man who spoke had just return
ed from a trip that had elated
him. He was the leader, known
to them as Kinoceti —to white
men as Peace River Jack.
His face was evil, savage. It
held cunning and evidence of
dissipation. His skin was swarthy
and one cheek was seamed by a
scar that reached his upper lip,
twisted it to a leer.
He passed round a bottle that
he had brought with him. It held
“caribou,” a mixture of native
port wine and straight alcohol.
Already it inflamed them. They
listened eagerly to his talk.
“This is the best thing of all.
It lies on the same road, at the
same place. The Mounted Man
will be there by tomorrow to
take this fool MacLeod. I shall
be there to receive the reward
for telling the police where to
find him. One thousand dollars.
You shall share in that, my
friends,” he lied glibly, “if you
will help me with the other mat
ter in which you will also share
and which will make us all rich.
(To Be Continued)
THE ANSWERS
1. Secretary of the Treasury.
2. June, 1945.
3. About 11,000,000 have been
repatriated; the others have
been cared for by the United Na
tions Relief and Rehabilitation
Administration.
4. The failure of Congress to
pass appropriation bills for the
fiscal year beginning July 1; only
one of 12 annual appropriation
bills had been passed.
5. A well-known woman writ
er.
6. Fifty-five.
7. Adm. Chester W. Nimitz.
8. The United States.
9. Former President De Gaulle.
10. Yes; write CARE, 50 Broad
Street, New York 4, N. Y.
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS: SUMMERVILLE, GA.
Extension News
STOP HIDDEN FOOD
VITAMIN WASTES
It’s easy for housewives to see
the food they waste In a full gar
bage pail. The food value lost,
by keeping food improperly or
too long is not seen.
Housewives must avoid both
these kinds of waste if they give
their families the most in health
value from food and money use?>
Studies show that such vege
tables as peas, broccoli, cauli
flower. lettuce, spinach endive
and kale lose vitamin C rapidly
at room temperature the home
demonstration agent points out.
Vitamins valuable to health are
lost when housewives allow veg
etables to stand and wait on the
kitchen table or keep them in an
open bin in the kitchen. Losses
occur much slower when the veg
etables are in the refrigerator.
Although vitamin A is not as
easily lost as vitamin C, this
vitamin gradually disappears
from green vegetables if kept too
long. Studies show that the loss
in lettuce corresponds to the
amount of wilting. The vitamin
value drops markedly when it is
kept too long in the refrigerator.
Leftover cooked vegetables also
lose food value as they stand.
It’s thrifty to save and use all
leftover food, but it’s still thrift
ier to plan so all the vegetables
will be eaten at one meal. Foods
continue to lose vitamin C as
they are kept in the refrigerator
—the amount depending on the
time they are kept. Uncovered
foods in the refrigerator lose
more than covered foods.
* * *
The Home Demonstration
Clubs over the county will have
their annual county-wide picnic
on Thursday, July 17, at John’s
Swimming Pool. The ladies and
their families will attend and a
picnic lunch will be the climax of
the day.
General funds of the ILGWU
have passed $20,000,000 mark
Life here merits the fullest of
patriotism, Eisenhower asserts.
U. S. planes with six jet mo
tors are studied at Wright Field.
Record pace held in May for
jobs and earnings.
U. S. ready to prod Russia on
deliveries for Reich reparations.
BIG SALE
GIVE-AWAY BARGAINS
Groce Food Market
Going Out of Business
Begins Thursday, July 17th
20% to 40% Off On All Goods
EVERYTHING MUST GO
3 NO. 2 CANS GREEN BEANS2Sc
DREFT, VEL, SUPER SUDS AND DUZ3Oc Pkg
3 NO. 2'/i CANS BUSH’S KRAUT2Sc
4-LBS. PURE LARD 80c
ALL 5c CANDY BARS 7 lor 25c
15-OZ. BLACKBERRY PRESERVES 49c
CREAMERY BUTTER 65c lb.
3 11-OZ. CANS HEINZ TOMATO SOUP2Sc
ALL POPULAR BRANDS OF COFFEE4Oc lb.
3 TALL CANS MILK 35c
3 10'A CANS LIMA BEANS 25c
FAULTLESS STARCH 4 Boxes 15c
BLUE BARREL LAUNDRY SOAPISc Bar
BLUE RIBBON MALT 60c Jar
STOKELY’S PARTY PEAS - NO. 2 CAN 23c
BEEFY DOG FOOD 3 Cans 25c
WHITE KARO SYRUP 19c Bottle
Don’t Miss These Great Bargains
MENLO NEWS
Mr. S. K. Dodson filled his
regular appointment at the Pres
byterian Church Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. C. K. Taylor vis
ited the Lawless family Sunday
afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. T. Clark Kelly
and daughter, Mary Bettye, and
Miss Bertha Watson, of Chatta
nooga, were recent visitors of
Miss Olene Watson and Mr. and
Mrs. J. W. Murphy.
Mr. George D. Erwin attended
the annual conference in At
lanta last week. He was returned
as pastor to the Menlo charge,
to the delight of friends.
Mr. and .Mrs. A. H. Glassure
and girls, Nancy and Myra Jean,
of St. Petersburg, Fla., arrived
Friday for a' visit with her par
ents, Mr. and Mrs. O. LL. Cleck
ler; Mr. and Mrs. Glassure will
leave Thursday for three weeks
in Montreat, N. C., and Chauta
gue, N. Y. Nancy goes to Camp
Juliette Low for a month and
Myra Jean remains with grand
parents.
Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Lawrence,
Marion and Jimmy, of Chatta
nooga, were also guests of her
parents over the week-end.
Miss Martha Leath, of Rome,
is spending this week with her
grandmother, Mrs. Lulu Cleck
ler.
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Day, Mrs.
Ralph Day and son, Jackie, were
guests of Mr. and Mrs. A. B. Day
Sunday.
The Cook family visited Mr.
and Mrs. John Martin Sunday
near Trion.
Leon Hall has taken charge
of Red’s Corner Case.
Mesdames C. R. Lawless and
Howard Baker and daughter,
Jeanette, and Mr. Henry Chap
pelear visited relatives at Teloga
Sunday afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Sim Dodd, of
Ocola, Fla., visited his mother,
Mrs. S. G. Dodd, last week; AL
bert, of Atlanta, was also up for
the week-end.
Glad to report that Fred Dodd
is better after a recent illness.
Mrs. G. T. Kling and children,
Tommy and Carolyn, have re
turned home after six weeks’ vis
it in Augusta.
Miss Claire Dodd is home from
a two-week visit with brothers
at Kingston, Ga.
The Business Women’s Circle
of the Presbyterian Church met
with Miss Helen Wyatt Monday
night.
Mr. A. M. Snow continues very
ill. Mr. and Mrs. Bill Cook, of
Rome; A. F. Snow, of Winches
ter, Ky.; Mrs. J. W. McMitchen,
of Acworth, Ga., and Mrs. J. M.
Carson, of Indianapolis, Ind.,
are at their father’s bedside.
Mrs. Earl Hurtt is much bet
ter after an illness the past few
days.
Mr. and Mrs. Deed Hogg, Jim
my and Joan also Mrs. W. J.
Hogg and Howard. Welch spent
Monday in Chattanooga.
Some peaches are being ship
ped the past two weeks.
Mrs. Myrtle Graves, of Col
quitt, Ga., is visiting her sister,
Mrs. C. A. Wyatt, and Mr. Wyat.i.
Misses Faye Hurtt and Jo Ann
returned Friday after five days
at Camp Wiahaga, near Dah
longa.
St. Louis Blues
ST. LOUIS.—Mrs. Bobby Long,
operator of Motor Sales Co..
3601 S Kingshighway Boulevard,
thought it was safe enough to
let a stranger take a 1946 Ford
for a tryout because he left be
hind the 1946 Chevrolet he had
T. J. Espy, Jr.
ATTORNEY AT LAW
Office Over McGinnis
Drug Co.
BIG S DANCE
EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT
Beginning Friday, July 18
PENNVILLE ROLLER RINK
Between Summerville and 1 rion
Music by King Recording Artists, the Radio
Wranglers and Pop Eckler
The South's Finest Western Swing Band
EVERYBODY WELCOME
Admission 75c Tax Included
8:30 P. M. TIL 12
driven to her place.
When the prospective "cus
tomer” failed to return with the
Ford, police discoveied that the,
Chevrolet belonged to K. C Auto
Sales Co., 2400 Big Bend Road,
St. Louis County.
A man answering the same de
scription had persuaded an of
ficer of the K. C. company tc i
take the Chevrolet ostensibly to
a speedometer repair shop for
checking. Police have not caught
up with the swindler.
* ' "
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