Belt Valley times. [volume], April 01, 1926, Page Page Three, Image 3

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«Valley of Voices
By GEORGE MARSH
Th« Whelps of the Wolf"
Author of "Tollers of the Trail,
(Copyrlskt Sr Um P»» TsMMriaa Co )
CHAPTER XIII—Continued
"I have nothing to say," she an
swered, sitting with chin capped In
hand, face averted.
"Oh. do you mean to say that you
prefer selling yourself to that store
keeper, La scelles, to living In luxury
In Montreat Winnipeg—f
Ton way Insult me. mons
bave no means of defending
she broke In. coldly.
Then Lsflsmme lost ell self-control,
and stormed:
"Insult you? Oh. yes! But that Is
the truth, Is It not? Too do not love
this man, do you? To save your fa
ther's future yon have agreed to marry
him—this man yon despise! Ob, I
know! He's not lit to look at you—
yon beauty I"
White-faced, the girt sat with eyes
on the floor—silent as if she did not
hear.
"True, yoc think yon hate me now, 4
letk I
yon change," ran on.
talking as If to himself. "Ton may
have heard hard things said of me.
hut I swear to yon. if yon will marry
me, Denise 8t Onge, Til show you
what love Is. Ill make your father
Independent—make you," his voice
broke with emotion, "yea, make you
happy! I've loved yon ever since you
played for us that night at Albany—
Lsflsmme stopped and looked down
with a gesture of helplessness at the
woman of stone in the chair. Then he
heard the low words; "Ton forget,
monsieur, someone who Is stlti at
Ogoka."
"I know bow that looks to you," he
defended, "but that was over, years
ago—years. Tve given her a home—
couldn't turn her out. But she bates
me. tried to knife me, wanted to ran
away with that American, Steele, this
Octoßer? She put on black the day
she beard he bad been drowned on the
way home."
There was a long silence, then :
"Why were you afraid to have him
reach Neplgon?"
Lsflsmme started, then laughed.
"Afraid to have him reach Neplgon?
That's funny! He got some supplies
and went on. What do you mean?"
Then the girl countered : "Your In
diana are not faithful to their master,
monsieur. We learned that you had
Monsieur Steele ambushed after steal
ing his ammunition, and forced him
to go to his death."
"Do you believe that?" demanded
Laflamme, puzzled.
"Is It truer
"No !"
The room was again silent while the
roan, famed for hla cold nerve, his re
source, bit his Ups In Impotency before
the Icy calm of this strange girl who
so otsessed him. Then he played hla
trump card.
"So you Insist on casting your lot
with that rat at Albany? Then it is
for me to save you from yourself. I
have brought an extra sled. Pack
your clothes at once!"
The girt rose to her full height and
met bis cynical look with resol ate
eyes, bat In her heart was fear.
"You do not dare!" she cried. "They
would hunt yon from Fort Hope, from
Albany, from Neplgon Honse. In three
weeks the police would be at Ogoke.
But before the police teams arrived,
do you know what they would do to
you? They would barn yon In your
trade-house! You do not dare!"
With open admiration Laflamme
watched the play of color and emo
tion in the face of the frightened girl
who confronted him. _
"If you'd flush that way when I say
I love you," he cried, "Td give ail I
have In the world. Why, girt. I'd sell
my soul, if you'd look at me, jnat
once, and say you loved me!"
"I despise you !"
The sting of the words cut like the
lash of a whip. Hla*'self-control, al
ready at the breaking point, crumbled.
"Despise me. do you?" he snarled.
"Dare me tp do my worst? Snppose I
tempt in her Woodless face, until be
«be vte
raised It shove his head, and
fat tt do#n wft* a ersah on the
take yon at your word? Mon Dient
Pm mad enough about yon to do any
thing! Who it is. then, you love?"
He thrust his passionate face close to
hers. "Ton hate me—yon don't want
Lancettes! It mast be that d— d dead
American you're mooning about! Well,
he's at the bottom of the Joekflsh.
and be forgot yoa before be had been
at Ogoke two hours—forgot even year
name when be
She faced bis anger proudly, con
knees gava way and toe sank.in a
chair.
"It was that American r be stormed.
"Pity I didn't finish him myself!"
The* something an the table caught
bis eye—held it 1 Bis face went dark
with his alt.brier purpose when, with
a quirk
ha
trampled 1 1 under Ms feet.
With a groan the girt fall t® her
knees and, gathering the
•heil ot the violin to her breast.
At fast
At tb* noond there «M a gottoral
lifted knife, a wild-eyed OJibwsy worn
an threw herself upon the surprised
Lsflsmme. leaping hack, he caught
and parried the thrust with his fore
arm, then, with his uninjured band,
wrenched the knife from the mad
dened squaw and burled her across
the room to the floor."
L Seising bis coat he stood for an In
stant over the kneeling girl, clasping
her beloved violin, and touched her
hair—then left the room.
The dased Ojibway crawled to the
pitiful figure on the floor, and circled
•her with her anna.
"De music gone—all gone," she
crooned. "Poor m'm'eelle !"
While they boddled there on the
floor—the girt, the light of whose life
had been ruthlessly snuffed out end
the woman of the dark skin, who un
derstood—dog-bells jingled In the
clearing as two sleds took up the river
trail.
Late that afternoon. St Onge
reached the fork of the Stooping river,
but the spruce, already blue with
shadow, gave back bis call, unan
swered. He turned Into the mouth of
the stream and took the Portage lake
trail, searching the silent shores for
the camp of Michel, bat the headman
was not there.
This Is very strange," be said, and
cut bis wood to camp alone.
Deep In the night St. Onge waked
In his blankets as his dogs gave back
the husky challenge to creatures
whom scent the free*log sir had car
ried to their nostrils But the drowsy
man did not know that two sled teams
were passing below him on the Wall
ing River trait
^ , .
turn* to^Portage lake ttelîî^mï ^
turn to Portage lake the nor men sat
SSTbad howleHrriSS thetmÏ
Snm L thTdlrirtct Itor Davld h^d
lines in the district, lor usvw nad
arranged with the uplake. hunters to
mediately ° PPearanCe
Td rive ten rears of my life If that
.^'5. 1 Tu Ure '
old bird would sing "P th «-rc on that
*T ^t ^y sheTln ^'bag"
added ^.vM "I gri tire' waitin' to
added David. 1 get tire wattin to
shoot tot little gun ov mine."
"Toull get your chance before were
done, don't wort^ How would you
tke to draw . bead on your friend
L "f^ na ™.K th " T°l n l K a Mm*
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CHAPTER XIV
Eef I got hoT dat Black Baptiste, too.
I break »«metin' more dan hees fing—"
"Leesten !" Interrupted Michel.
Out over the silent forest drifted a
taint call like the voice of some furred
night hunter The four figures at the
flre stiffened Again the call, louder
now rose on the biting air.
"Where la Itr asked Steele. In
doubt of the direction.
"On dp 'hpp» rldee " renlied Mirhei
"Dat not soon' like heem."
But the men at the Are sat with
ears alert, hoping that at last their
waiting was over.
Then, when they were convinced
that yet another night they were to
roll Into thetr blanket^ disappointed,
baffled, a long wall from the ridge be
hind the camp brought them to their
feet, every nerve alive.
There was a swift stepping Into the
frozen thongs of snow-shoes and draw
lug of rifles from'skin cases, then
taking the bloodhound on the leash,
Steele started ylth bis men for the
ridge. The huskies, though savage
fighters, were left chained to trees, as
at night they would cut off on the first
game trail and their bedlam of yelp
-In» would prevent David and Michel
from making the still bant decided
on. Steele with the honnd was to
circle and pick up the trail of the
beaat If they missed him.
As they swung through the blue
gloom of spruce and Ur, the voice
shltted from Its wailing to the hunt
fog screams of the great cats, then as
swiftly dropped to the yowling and
mewing of the mating season, climax
Ing, as at Walling River and Big
Feather lake, in shrieks of agony, in
moans of a creature tortured beyond
endurance of blood and flesh and
nerve.
Three of the men who hunted the
voice on the ridge had tolled long and
suffered much for this moment, but at
their heels moved a short figure whose
flesh was cold with the chill of fear.
Little Jacques gripped his rifle grimly
and followed, thinking of the wife and
children back at Watting River.
At the toot ot the ridge Michel and
David left Steele to make their stalk
from two directions while he worked
to the retar with the dog and Little
Jacqoeo. Once on a fresh trail the
hôond would bang on til he ran down
I
his quarry In the soft snow hU pace
would be stow, so the men on shoes
in time «»uid come up with him.
would need them !f the thing
and waited at bay—how great
And he
îoraed
wo«M be hi« necessity the tom body
at Is I > »oping river only too well imtt
They had traveled for an boar whan
heond abruptly stepped, miffed
the snow at his feet, and excitedly
strained at his leash,
eyes the flat floor of the snow lay un
broken la the darkness, bat the Indian
on bis knees whispered in terror:
"Bet ees beeg trail !"
"Good!"
plunged ahead Into the murk. Short
ly. his deep voice boomed through the
forest and the hunt was on.
As they swung through, the bine
gloom of spruce was I
great dog left them. Again, as they
followed, the voice on the shoulder of
the hill defiled the night. As It rose
In crescendo, a rifle shot sliced It
short off. Far above, the hound gave
voice. Tb«) alienee fell on the forest
'They've seen him!" said Steele.
"He may back track; keep a lookout
Dont shoot too quick or we'U turn
hlm I"
There waa no reply. He looked for
his companion, but Little Jacques had
To Steele's
And the bound free.
deep, the
gone
Throwing the bolt of his Mannlicher
to clear it of frost and ease the action.
Steele kept on up the ridge. For min
utes now, he bad not heard the voice
of the hound, when again the reeonant
bass boomed through the silence
above him. The dog had turned. The
thing was beaded back. Loosing his
sklnnlng-knlfe In Its sheath, the man
cocked his rifle and waited, kneeling
on a shoe, his eyes boring Into the
blackness
Near him, and below, was an open
ing in the timber. Again, the honnd
bayed—closer now. The beast was
taking bis back tracks Then Steele
Bounding from the cover of the
scrub on the edge of the opening, a
dark shape stopped, and reared up
right, ns If listening— when the Msnn
lieber spat
The beast leaned back Into the
Mack wall of spruce. Again, the rifle
. .
'«stened, rifle rigid. Sights umieeS.
he had flred by Instinct. There bad
b " ba "° e 'mimed'
shells Into the mags
*ln®. he circled In the timber, lifting
his shoes to avoid the click Blind
^ ^ masked he
listened for heavy breathing in ' the
<wrub he faced-then the hound
.
P'""** P««t and he knew he had
buT'ln « Jour w^s
So îtopLd l n T cedâî
swamn cut wood with his belt ax
iS
saw It
In the cover of the thick cedar the
hot Are soon warmed him and with
hack against a trunk he dozed, only
to waken with a start as a hand
touched hla shoulder. He blinked info
the faces of David and Michel,
"Fooled ns again I" groaned the dl*
heartened Steele.
"At daylight we take de trail and
see heem soon. Do dog weel tree
h«vn "
Heaping op the lire the three men
dozed until daylight, then took the
trail of the beast and bis pursuer
through the snow.
Somewhere «head. Steele felt that
the pursuit was over. Somewhere.
mile. sway, the beast had tired In the
black hour, and turned at bay to bat
tie In the snow with his relentler,
fo e; or el« in terror of the voice of
the thunder which he coaid not shake
from bis heels, bad treed.
Up over ridges and Into creek bot- I
toms traveled the anxious men. stop
ping to listen for the voice of the dog.
But the cold silence of sunrise gripped
the forest.
At last thè tracks led into a heavy
fw/i of young spruce. The men sep
a ntted, and cautiously made their way
through the close growth.
Suddenly the blood of Steele chilled
„ he heard the voice of Michel. "By
gar j poor oT Pete I"
Forcing his way through the sap
u ngB> be found the Iroquois bending
over a blood-smeared shape, stiff in
death. The hide of the dog hung In
«rtp, from the slashes of terrible
daws, while a torn thrust marked the
^tb snap of the fangs of the Win
d i g n
<to bi ooimmiD.)
with the Angers. The bird Incubates
m a perfectly erect position with Its
bead and neck stretched stiffly up^
Novel Neet
At the last meeting of the British
Ornithologists' clnb, Mr. A. L. Butler
exhibited a "neet" from Trinidad,
which was merely a hollow formed by
the rotting out of the soft pith at the
top of a broken-off
breadth of the top of the stump was
only just sufficient to contain the
single egg. end the egg. on the cup
snd-beli principle, fitted the cavity so
neatly fast H could not be lifted out
pllng The
wards, and Its toll pressed to the side
of the stump, of which Its nprlKtu
figure seems to form a part,
specie* have adopted the baMt of
sitting bolt upright on similar stumps
whether laeuiMting or not.
The
The Association of American Bum
Wooten, ormntzed only three y can
ago. baa member* In ISO <-utoa
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A few unarmed Abysslnlans. attract
cd by the clamor of music and shout
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proach the standard which waved so
gay'y n the mountain gale, and on
beholding one of their countrymen on
the ground, they bent over the body.
but quickly recoiled with dismay on
exclalmtn *' MTedro « r
f? ros „
The words attracted the attention
of <*very one. and together they rode
toward the body, jostling each other
in the endetter to obtain a gllmpae
of him the natives styled 'Tedroa.
Ne f u ® N Ethlop1 «
And what did they seeî The body
of « native seemingly half famished.
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Many-Titled Monarch
Regal Even in Death
clad In coarse upper garments, dingy
with wear and ragged with tear, cov
ering undergarments of dean linen,
says the London Chronicle.
The face "of deep brown was the
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most remarkable one In Abyssinia ; It
bore the appearance of one who had
passed through many anxious hours.
His eyes, now overspread with a
deathly film, gave evidence yet of
piercing power for which they were
celebrated. The mouth was well de
floed and thin-lipped. The lower lip
was well adapted to express scorn,
and a trace of It was still visible. As
he gasped bis last, two rows of whits
teeth were disclosed Over his mouth
two 8tron « lln » •«*«! to a high
ly ^ulllne nose. The nostrils ex
P anded wlde| y « he struggled to r*
tH,n fhe br eath which was rapidly
•«'«▼Innr him. The face was broad.
hl * h ^"-boned. with a high, proml
--nent forehead and overhanging eye
three large p'alts extending from the
to the back of the neck.
which latter appeared to be a very
tower of strength. The body meas
«ve feet and eight Inches, and
"macular -" d broad chested.
There was a character about the fea
ture * den °ttng great firmness or ob
***** " llfl * lpd with ferocity; hut
P«rhapa the latter Idea was suggested
upon remembering the many cruelties
to J An(J ^ was It {
that we saw the remains of him whom
inen «"'«* Theodore, e.n^ror of
Abyssinia, the descendant of Mcnellk ;
80,1 ot So,oraon . kln K ot kings, lord
«* ~M«™r o, Klhloplt. rn
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* futh Destroyt Romance
: A atory that went the rounds In coo
nection with "Sir Loin," an education
81 fl,m Prepared by the Department of
Agriculture, was to the effect that
King Arthur, on seeing his favorite
<- ut ot 8erved Bt 8 which
he came hungry from the hunt, rose
« «»e uble round, drew hi. .word,
800 dubbed "««* 8«' L«»"- <*>">
on 0,18 ,D 8 ,etter to th « New
York Times. Ernest P. Horrwltx of
t wrot *= "^msnet
from l ll,U8,on - ot C0Ur8C ^
«g** ? wber f° n h th *
Wh
of th f e , dl,puted ^
" r; f Latl "' 8 "P* r h n tb *
tb * upper P art ot the ,oln ot beef
" Urloage - wbenee our 8irlo,n " 1
superintendent of Grant
(Wash.) schools on all his tours of I
i<mpectlon. Me plans to weigh every
grade child In the county twice every
ve »r- He has found 25 per cent of
tb# P»PH" to be underweight. A
meal-planning chart presented to each
1 «*<*«■• »nd health meetings for par- f
Guard s Pupilef Health
Portable seglea occupying the rear |
seat of his automobile accompany the I
county J
eBt8 be,d at ^hoo! centers, were parts
of his health program. In schools vis
,ted the second time the underweight
"«««tage had been reduced or ellm
lru,t * d entirely, and In some of the
h **h schools the teeth of the pupils
had been attended to and diseased
tonsils and sdenotto removed.
Taming Over Hie Money
"Sam, (a your master a good farm
"Oh, yes, fnss-rste farmer; be
makes two crops In one year."
"How Is that, Sam 7"
"Why. he sett all hla hay In de an
tonra, make money once, den In de
spring he tell» de hides of de cattle
tot die for want of de hay, and make
money twice."
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A Change
Nine weddings out of ten the so- |
ctoty editor can guess correctly the
selection« that will be played and,
sang, preceding, during and following j
the ceremony. However, the other i
toy she found a new one. Along with (
the program of the nsnal bridal airs
of "Oh, Promise Me," "At Dawning."
"Td the Wild Bose." etc., was the num
ber -Adore, and Be StCI."—Indian- j
•port* Mews.
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TSIELUE c
%EVELL days:
frrrrirrrrrffrrfJii t o e o
'T'HK musical Intelligentsia hav«
contracted a habit of sneering at
much of our popular music—the tunes
that are turned out by the bale from
rin Pan alley. To me such an atti
tude Is a good bitjtke looking down
on flivver automobiles, comfortable
shoes or mother's home-made plea.
They perhaps could be a trifle mors
decorative and artUilc, but after all
there isn't anything that quite matches
them when It comes to keeping the
morale and the happiness of the com
munity up to such a high level.
How conclusively this was proven
during the recent world disagreement
m n . tloM had plant , ot pow
ler were well supplied with, but
80 ' all the powder in the world would
Have done thoae Kld i er , mnch good
nad th%y not had ^ roeaQ . of kMp .
ing op thalr ,p lrl u. Many a charge
*«,, over y* lop lnaplrad by ^
irions war of ^ natlona> attd
m«y a Victory waa achieved by flght
srs who sang while they battled. The
of almoat one of
iODg9 waa ln Tln Pan a „ of New
fork or some other city. The men
,, d nwt alQg ^ opefM nor the mualc
L na ^ t0 the ayraphony to hear;
always it was the simple ballad of the
popular song-writer, and these modest
Relata, I am contributed
ts much toward the winning of the
oar. as did all the munitions factories
As It was In war so It is In peace,
which has many If not as bloody
. »attles To me the man that can
nai;e „ wbola na0on |no ^ aùd forg *
ita troublM maana mon t0 ^ |tfa
jf tha than aJ| ^ ta|-ll .
The ma ® or woman who la pltch
1 furkftd Into uncongenial work Is sin/
j rer *' ly t0 he pitied—and I have no
*ympathy coming on that score, what
I ,vor * wa * horn Into the amusement
™' d a ® d «V »eins flowed print
11 , * no wonder * h " T *
1 .T J"* W ° rk '
d™ 1 «* <* * reporter or the
r0Bh ot " theatrical press agent's ex
« I b " d my career to reset
{ revl,lon ,n
he whole galley,
th e fourth estate W a
The hour, are long,
** responsibilities many and heavy,
*• nerve, are under a continual
«rain and the pay la small compared
°*J l*?™! and ,D '
'tlatlve demanded. But there are
,ther compensations than salary. The
a owsp«|H>r worker gets a satisfaction
fromh* '»bore known to few other
professions. Never a day goes by that
he job does not pay s large bonus |
" human understanding, one that the
concrete-hearted cashier can
Uver hold out on. It is worth «me
'"crlflce to bo one of those who blow
Pi«*" ot I«. - Kk* .. .b.
rentals lumped together.
I Jeve r «»me across a bunch of old
" ey8 ' l, \ at yo ® 0BC * ke P l with
use. and wonder what they were all
for? I did the other toy and I spent
•" hour when I should have been wrtt
'"g 'his column In sorting them and
«"«»"g «n my mind the locks they used
to flt. There was one for the office 1
used to have; the last time II bad
turned It fastened 8 door between me
U d th* world of active service. An
otb *! had admittance to an
*P 8rtroM,t ** was home to me.
There was s thin, flat one for the desk
***» I h.d planned .nd written
™* ny * ' rtory tor 8how OT thMt
Und w«TZt
lot r , Tt* '
i.L „r r L?"
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There Is one door they can always
ußlotk_lhe door ot ha PPT memories
livering this story.
newspaper man had. It seemed, been
lient to New York to cover the story
of a great man's demise. On arriving
be went straight from the train to the
office of the evening paper, for Miss
Berkley had been bis pal and from
Zoe Beckley, who ranks with the
best as a newspaper woman here or
anywhere else, dropped In the other
toy for the express purpose of de
An oot-of-town
her he expected to get the salient fea
tores of the famous person's life and
death. - 4
"Oh, don't ask me." sulked Zoe,
Tro off him. Hera I hate been doing
vympatbetlc stories shoot him flttess
year»—and now he goes and dife tor
| the morning papers."
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Only one who was onabla to walk
for many ioeg months can know what
Intense delight it Is for me to get
around on my own feet s bit once
again. I feel Just like the little boy
who gets np Christmas morn tug si
four o'clock and scoots down to see
the Christmas tree and the presents
and then finds so many things he
wants that he can't make np bis mind
which to take first I go from one
window to the other in my room, from
the table to my chair, to my deck and
back to the windows, hardly pansing
lon * enough to realize what I came
there for. , Anyone who doesn't be
tteve there la «noch a thing as the
modern-day spirit of un root ought to
dr °P I® 1® u»e.
*® m *. u * r wh *' mom * »o—*«a>
■d
Tour own good faith mast ho root
chlefest onro;
fair.
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Literary Family
Clara—And what are they doing
now?
George—The wife la writing poems
that nobody will read, the daughter If
painting pictures that nobody will buy, ■;
the son Is writing plays nobody will
put on the stage and the husband is
writing checks nobody will cash.
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