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'■ "T The Valley of Voices * By GEORGE MARSH Author of "Toiler* of the Trail.' The Whelp* of the Wolf** (CopTii»hl by Um Nu Pobll.hln* Ob.» * THE WINOIQO Ton never eew e wtndlgo; that's cure. The chances axe that you never heard one. But have you 'Over heard a superstitious In dian or half-breed of the Canadi an wilds tell of Its horrors? He certainly makes a blood-curdling thing out of the wlndlgo. Any way. this I* the story of a wtn dlgo that was reel enough to leave tracks like those of a groat bear and to kill a big blood hound. It is also the story of a factor's daughter and an Ameri can naturalist. The girl Is beau tiful and educated and a won derful violinist. The man Is brave and strong. And when Brent Steele get* late the "Valley of Voices" and sees the charm of Denise St. Onge and realises that the mysterious wlndlgo Is work ing for her destruction—why, he drops everything else and starts In to solve the malign mystery. There's n fierce rivalry between trading posts—which complicates S f the situation. And Denise, to save her father, haa bees forced Into a promise of marriage. So Brent Steele's Job Is a he-man a Job. But he does the Job—end gets his reward. 4 CHAPTER I -1— Steele stopped in his tracks. With his right band he freed hla ear from the bead-piece of his tump-line and gtood listening. Surely, he thought, those were the unmistakable notes of « violin, clear above the noise of the rapids. Curions, he continued up the steep portage ; now convinced that faintly through the beat of broken wa ters. which the trail paralleled, floated eerie music, now doubting hla senses. At length his alert ears failed to cap ture the strains of the magic violin wnd be dismissed his illusion as the vagary of nerves overtense from the toll of the trail over which be had -come. For a space he went on, engrossed In other thoughts, when through the roar of the waters a violin sobbed up to a wild crescendo . . . then ceased. Easing the top bag to the ground, Steele swung the lower pack, with its attached tump-Ilne, beside it, and waited. These were no fancied melo dies of summer Whitewater* It was no wraith music which a shift in the August breese had brought him—this tnad playing. Again the notes of the violin were audible; clearer now. gome magician «nt there on the neighboring shore was baring bis soul. It was unbeliev able—here. In this lost valley of the north—pure wizardry. Steele listened as the violin sang of yearning and despair, unutterable, which genius has voiced to the world through the magic of Its string*. And as be listened be wondered what trag edy lay behind that playing, what trick of fate bad buried this master of the bow In a fur-post on the W su ing river. "Wat yon bear, do Wlndlgo seeng ln de strong-water?" Turning, Steele smiled at the blocky figure of the speaker standing tn the troll, hla head and shoulders bent un der a canoe. "No, David, bat I've been listening to the violin of a shaman—a medicine man conjuring up the spirits of the rapids. Someone at this French post is * sorcerer." "Maybe yon hear Wlndlgo all de same," dryly suggested the half-bread, easing the stern of the canoe to the trail to uncover a broad, swart face wrinkled with amusement "Dp at Enchanted, Fort Hope de peopi' scared of dis river for sure. Dey teil me de strong-water by de French peat bad place for da devils an' de Wlndlgo." "Tes, I heard that too, the valley baa a bad name on the Albany. Fran cois, at Martin's Falls, says It was called the Wailing river becs ose of the moaning of the rapids here in winter. I told him it was only the wind, bat be wouldn't have it—Insist ed that the place was 'bad country,' bewitched." "Dey say plenty peopi' drown there, long tarn ago," gravely added David. - "So old Pierre once told me, down at Henley boose. He was traveling from Ogoke to the Albany one winter and struck this gorge stout sunset. Bat the spirits scared him so with their trailing that he (hove bis dogs ten miles before he dared to make I can't understand why the French built a place on a tabooed river. They must have known Its rep ntstioaL" "Wal." replied De rid with a grt mace, "I nevplre hear Wlndlgo bowl da night hut eef for sore. I call dis de Starrte' riviere." Steete laughed loudly at the remark of his bard-heeded companion, erbose legacy of superstition from an Ojih way mother had been heavily diluted by the Mood of a Scotch father." "1 could eat a caribou myself." he said, "but well bave a Mg teed at the while I And out who's ptsylag that Who would wtthte « of these bad land* who coaid play like that?" The half-breed started over the portage while Steele turned into the thick acnib toward the river. From the foot of the rapid* the trail had swung away from the broken hanks of the gorge, bat shortly Steele saw patches of foam through the spruce. Be stopped to listen, snd again the notes of the violin shrilled above the monotone of the t token waters. Slow ly be worked hts way along the shoul der of the shore, then, forced beck to circle a gash In the eroded cliff, stum bled upon a trail, and following it a short distance, suddenly stiffened. The path led to a huge, flat-topped bowlder thrusting out Into the stream. On the rock, her dark head nestling a violin to her cheek, stood a woman. Surprise held the man motionless. To eyes which for months had not looked upon a comely white woman, the picture of the lithe figure of the musician, a crown of dusky hair half masking the face turned to the river, was a delight be hesitated to cut short by s betrayal of hla presence. From the passionate hopelessness of Massenet's "Elegie" the violin swung Into a deathless lament of Orieg, grim with the eternal tragedy of hla own gray north sea. As she played, the girl turned, exposing her face. On her cheeks were tears. But she did not see the listener for her eyes were dosed. She ceased playing. With a sense of awe at having beard the cry of y H I v "I Com« Hare to Play, Monsieur— Often," She Replied In s Ten*#, Un even Voioo. stark despair, the trespasser, con scions of sacrilege, had turned to retreat when be was stopped by: "Qnl vient 1*7 Who Is there?" Caught, the eavesdropper faced about, hat in hand. "Mademoiselle," be began, redden ing under the questioning gaze which swept him from moccasins to tattered shirt, then fearfully searched bis eyes a* If seeking a sinister meaning tn bis sadden appearance, "1 am pack ing np the cany to the poet 1- I beard your marvelous playing—and came Yon will pardon my listening?" The dark face of the girl in turn flashed. awaited the revelation of her Just anger. That meant for the forest and waters only—the naked sngnlsb of a The guilty man humbly right that he should pay. "I come here to play—monsieur— often." she replied in a tense, uneven voice. "1 was startled I We see no There is more—tout the Indiana, nothing—to pardon." She spoke in English, with a flavor of accent which Steele bed beard be fore, bat not in French Canada. Relieved at his reprieve, be has tened to explain his presence on that bnah-grown portage of the W ailing river. "My man David and I are bound from the Albany to Ogoke lake and the Nepigon. We've bees In the bosh since May." he laughed, painfully aware of a three-days' growth of beard, with a deprecatory gesture toward bis frayed clothes, "and have some trading to do at the post, as yon see. la It far?" "Only a short distance, monsieur. My father will welcome the sight of a white man; tar him It le no lonely "But surely," be proteeted, "H is " So ah* was the daughter of the French fee tor, sad be wondered what force of of this talented girt into the far trade as aa employee of the French company, this girl with the somter eyes who earn* to the «ht tows 1 er* with her rioiln—aad her grief. Was ft tragedy he had chanced upon, or "Lonely hers tor s woman? Surely. of the The site ss s sttlv« month of tho girt shaped a faint smile, bat the dark eye* did not change aa the continued: "Yet I bava my father and my violin, while ba be haa only bit memories," "Bat." he gallantly protested, "your father, mademoiselle, has the compan ionship of a very"—he hesitated and finished weakly—"hi* daughter." She laughed In hla face. "Ah, mon aleur. yon have French blood In you* veina. Bat the very—his daughter," she mocked "is s dull substitute for a 'world of men,' aa your Browning says. My father will be much pleased at the coming to Walling river of Monsieur—" "Steele." he prompted, "my name | is Brent Steele. I am In the field for > the American Museum of Natural His tory." She bowed low with mock gravity. "Monsieur Steele, my father. Col. Hilaire St Onge, will be honored ta offering the poor hospitality of Wall ing a entist." Smilingly Stool« raised protesting hands at her characterisation. How Charmingly, he thought, this Strang« girl, whose violin had sung so polg nantly of despair, whose face had re fleeted fear of the stranger, now lapsed into raillery. "Oh, pardon, monsieur," she went on. "I forgot myself; I am Dénia« Ht Onge. Now that the conventions have been eatlsfled, will yon follow me to 1 our chateau—of logs?" "Thank you!" Her simple muslin gown and beaded I moccasin* seemed but to authenticate the stamp of race in the figure and I carriage of the girl who led the curl on* man over the river trail to the carry. At the portage she stopped. "My packs are below here, where I | left them to follow the Lorelei of the Walling," he said smiling. Her face swiftly sobered. "Ah. Monsieur," she replied almost Inandlbly, "do not make Jest of this terrible river." Then, with a shrug, as If ridding her mind of an oppres sive weight, added, "I shall not wait for you, the post is very near," and walked swiftly up the portage, fol lowed by the quizzical eyes of the man. He Stood IB the trail watching the j retreating figure of the girl until s | sight • -What eyes and hair, he mused, and what playing I It was clear she was .breaking her heart over something; the look in her eyes proved that. To think of such « glorious creature bur ied in this country I Her father prob ably was a retired French officer. Heapa of them marooned between Labrador and the Peace! Bat why, he asked himself, didn't they mention her over at Hope—this charming daughter of the factor at Wailing River? Tea, he decided, she certainly bad I been frightened at hts appearance had looked him over as If be were a ghost. Then she had seemed super stltlons ; but she couldn't really be lieve In tbia tradition of the valley— this Wlndlgo sad spirit stuff. That I was Inconceivable. She was not { afraid to come here alone and yet she called the river terrible. What had happened here anyway? Whom could she fear, and why? Thus speculated the Intrigued Steele. Then swinging bis bags to hts back, be started for the post known as Walling River. As Steele left the forest to cross the clearing the dogs of the post start ed the usual uproar. Half way to tbs group of log buildings be was met by an Indian, sent by the factor, and re lieved of bis packs. Evidently Walling River has a mystery and «ne that challenges a brave man and the girl I (TO BB COWTIKUXD ) Nicciinm in Tobacco Nicotine is a colorless, intensely poisonous liquid. 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