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of the Pack \ 8 8 »»»lia .. « a « a a By Edison Marshall * (Copyright, WO, Little, Brown * Company) Love story, adventure story, nature story—all three qualities combine in the "Voice of the Pack," a tale of modern man and woman arrayed against the forces of age old savagery. Prologue. If on* can Just 11a olosa enough to the kraut of tha wtldernue, ha can't help •ut ba imbued with soma of tha Ufa that Guises therein.—From a Frontiersman's Diary. Long ago, when the great dty of pitcheapolls was a rather small, un n hamlet In the middle of a plain. ised to be that a pool of water, possibly two hundred feet square, gathered every spring immediately back of the courthouse. The snow falls thick and heavy In Gttcbeapolia In winter; and the pond was nothing in ore than snow water that the Ineffi cient drainage system of the city did pot quite absorb. Besides being the despair of the plumbers and the city engineer, It was a severe strain on tbs beauty-loving instincts of every Inhabitant In tha town who had any Puch Instincts. It was muddy and murky and generally distasteful. A little boy played at the edge of the water, this spring day of long ago. (Except for his Interest In the pond, It would have been scarcely worth while to go to the trouble of explaining that It contained no fish. He, however, bitterly regretted the fact. In truth, be sometimes liked to believe that It did contain fish, very sleepy flsh that never made a ripple, and as he had an uncommon Imagination he was some times able to convince himself that this was so. But he never took hook and Une and played at Ashing. He was too much afraid of the laughter of his boy friends. Ills mother prob ably wouldn't object If he Ashed here, i he thought, particularly If he were | careful not to get Ills shoes covered j with mud. But she wouldn't let him j go down to Gltcheapolls creek to flsh i with the other boys for mud eat. He \ was not very strong, she thought, and j it was n rough sport anyway, and be- • sides—she didn't think he wanted to j go very badly. As mothers are usual- ! ly particularly understanding, this was a curious thing. The truth was that little Dan Fall ing wanted to flsh almost as much ns he wanted to live. He would dream about It of nights. His blood would glow with the thought of It In the springtime. Women the world over will have a hard time believing what an Intense, heart-devouring passion the love of the chase can be, whether It la for fishing or hunting or merely knocking golf balls Into a little bole upon a green. Sometimes they don't remember that this Instinct Is just as much a part of most men, and thus most boys, as their hands or their Ups. It was acquired by Just as la borious n process—the lives of un counted thousands of ancestors who fished and hunted for a living. It was true that little Dan didn't look the part. Even then he showed signs of physical frailty. His eyes looked rather large, and his cheeks were not the color of fresh sirloin, as Ihey should have been. In fact, one would have had to look very hard to see any color In them at all. These facts ure Interesting from the light they throw upon the next glimpse of Dan. fully twenty years later. Except for the fact that It waa the background for the earliest picture of little Dan, the pool back of the court house has very little Importance In his story. It did. however, afford an Illustration to him of one of the real ly astonishing truths of life. He saw a shadow In the water that he pre tended he thought might be a flsh. He threw a stone at It. The only thing that happened was a splash, and then a slowly widening ripple. The circumference of the rip ple grew ever larger, extended and widened, and finally died at the edge of the shore. It set little Dan to thinking. He wondered If, had the pool been larger, the ripple still would have spread ; and If the pool had been eternity, whether the ripple would have gone on forever. At the time he did not know the laws of cause and effect. Later, when Gltcheapolls was great and prosperous and no longer untidy, he was going to find out that a cause Is nothing but a rock thrown Into a pond of Infinity, and the ripple that Is its effect keeps growing and growing forever. The little Incident that is the real beginning of this story was of no more Importance than a pebble thrown Into the snow-water pond; but Its ef fect was to remove the life of Dan Falling, since grown up, far out of the realms of the ordinary. And that brings all matters down to 1919, In the last days of a parttcu Isrty sleepy summer. You would hard ly know GltcheapollM now. The busi ness dl nt riet h»n Increased tenfold. And the place where used to be the pool and (he playground of Dan Full ing In now laid qff In ns green and pretty ■ city park as one could wish to see. Some day, when the city becomes more prosperous, a pair of swans and a herd of deer are going to be Intro duced, to restore some of the nnturul wild life of the park. But In the sum mer of 1019, a few small birds and possibly half a dozen pairs of squir rels were the extent and limit of the wild creatures. And at the moment this story opens, one of these squir rels was perched on a wide-spreading limb overarching a gravel path that slanted through the sunlit pnrk. The squirrel was hungry. He wished that some one would come along with a nut. \ 8 ! I I ; j ! ! I I j ; ! I \ I I ' : I I I There was a bench beneath the tree. If there had not been, the life of Dan Falling would have been entirely dif ferent. If the squirrel had been on any other tree, If he hadn't been hungry, If any one of a dozen other things hadn't been as they were, Dan Falling would have never gone hack to the land of his people. The little bushy-talled fellow on the tree limb was the squirrel of Destiny! i | j j i \ j • j ! chap was not to be found In any ma temlty bed In the whole city. But his ' mother was convinced that the child BOOK ONE Repatriation. CHAPTIR I. Dan Falling stepped out of the ele vator and waa at once absorbed In the crowd that ever surged up and down Broad street. He was Just one of the ordinary dropa of water, not an Interesting, elaborate, physical and chemical combination to be studied on the slide of a microscope. He wore fairly passable clothes, neither rich nor shabby. He waa a tall man, but gave no Impression of strength because of the exceeding spareness of his frame. As long as be remained In the crowd, he wasn't Important enough to be studied. But soon he turned off, through the park, and straightway found himself alone. The noise and bustle of the crowd— never loud or startling, but so contin uous that the senses are scarcely more aware of them than of the beat ing of one's own heart—suddenly and utterly died almost at the very border of the park. The noise from the TO! iiv w fl I il , ■1 I fà V, W jß •'Why, You Little DevllI" Dan Bald In a Whisper. street seemed wholly unable to pene trate the thick branches of ..the trees. He could even hear the leaves whisk ing and flicking together, and when a man can discern this, he can hear the cushions of a mountain lion on a trail at night. Of course Dan Falling had never heard a mountain lion. Except on the railroad tracks between, he had never really been away from cities In his life. At once his thought went back to the doctor's words. They were still repeating themselves over and over In his ears, and the doctor's face was still before his eyes. It had been a kind face; the Ups had even curled In a little smile of encouragement But the doctor had been perfectly frank, entirely straightforward. There had been no evasion In his verdlcL "I've made every tut" he, said. "They're pretty well shot Of course, j you can go to some sanitarium, If I you've got the money. If you haven't ! —enjoy yourself all you can for about six months." Dan's voice had been perfectly cool and sure when he replied. He had smiled a little, too. He was stlU rath er proud of that smile. Isn't that rather short?" "Maybe a whole lot shorter. I think that's the limit" There was the situation : Dan Fall lng had but six mouths to live. He began to wonder whether hla mother had been entirely wise In her effort to keep him from the "rough games" of the boys of his own age. He realized now that he had been an underweight all hla life—that the frailty that had thrust him to the edge of the grave hnd begun In his earliest boyhood. But it wasn't that he was born with phy sleal handicaps. He had weighed a full ten pounds ; and the doctor had told his father that a sturdier little 'Six months? waa delicate and must be sheltered. Net er In all the history of his family, so far as Dan knew, hud there been a dcaih from the malady that afflicted him. Tet his sentence was signed and sealed. But he harbored no resentment against his mother. It was all in the game. She bad done what she thought was best. And he began to wonder In what way he could get the greatest pleasure from his last six months of life. "Good Lord 1" he suddenly breathed. "I may not be here to see the snows come!" Dan had alwnys been partial to the winter season. When the snow lay all over the farm lands and bowed down the limbs of the trees, It had always wakened a curious flood of feelings In the WASted man. It seemed to him that he could remember other winters, wherein the snow lay for end loss miles over an endless wilderness, nnd here and there were strange, many-toed tracks that could be fol lowed in the Icy dawns. But of course it was just a fancy. He wasn't in the least misled about It. He knew that he had never, In his lifetime, seen the wilderness. Of course his grand father had been a frontiersman of the first order, and all his ancestors be fore him—a rangy, hardy breed whose wings would crumple in civilization— but he himself had always lived in cities. Tet the falling snows, soft and gentle but with a kind of remorgpless ness he could sense but could not un derstand, had always stirred him. He'd often Imagined that he would like to see the forests In winter. In him you could see a reflection of the boy that played beside the pond of snow water, twenty years before. His dark gray eyes were still rather large and perhaps the wasted flesh around them made them seem larger than they were. But It was a little hard to see them, as be wore large glasses. His mother had been rare, years before, that be needed glasses; and she had easily found an oculist that agreed with her. Now that he was alone on the path, the utter absence of color In his cheeks was startling. That meant the absence of red—that warm glow of the blood eager and alive In his veins. Perhaps an observer would have noticed lean hands, with blg knuckled Angers, a rather firm mouth, and closely cropped dark hair. He waa twenty-nine years of age, but he looked somewhat older. He know now that he was never going to be any older. A doctor as sure of himself as the one he had just consulted couldn't possibly be mistaken. He sat down on a park bench, just beneath the spreading limb of a great ! tree. He would sit here, he thought, I until he finally decided what he would I do with his remaining six months. He hadn't been able to go to war. ; The recruiting officer had been very kind but most determined. The boys had brought him great tales of France. It might be nice to go to France and j live In some country Inn until he died. ! But he didn't have very long to think ! upon this vein. For at that Instant I the squirrel came down to see If he had a nut. It was the squirrel of Destiny. But I Dan didn't know It then, j Bushy-tall was not particularly ; afraid of the human beings that passed up and down the park, because ! he had learned by experience that they I usually attempted no harm to him. But, nevertheless, he bad his Instincts. \ He didn't entirely trust them. After I several generations, probably the I squirrels of this park would climb all ' over Its visitors and sniff In their ears : and Investigate the back of their I necks. But this wasn't the way of I Busliy-tall. He had come too recent I ly from the wild places. And he won dered, most Intensely, whether this tall, forked creature had a pocket full of nuts. He swung down on the grass to aee. "Why, you little devil I" Dan said In a whisper. Hie eyes suddenly sparkled with delight And he forgot all about the doctor's words and his own prospects in hla bitter regrets that he had not brought a pocketful of nuts. And then Dan did a curious thing. Even later, he didn't know why he did it, or what gave him the Idea that he could decoy the squirrel up to him by doing It. That wae his only purpose— Just to see how close the squirrel would come to him. He thought be would like to look Into the bright eyes at close range. All he did was sud denly to freeze Into one position—In an Instant rendered aa motionless as the rather questionable-looking stone stork that was perched on the foun tain. In a a by to a In on ■1 no a I on j I ! Spread of Bathing In Curope. Bathing came to Europe as one of the good results of the Crusades. The Knights of the Cross found baths In general use among the Saracens, and eeelng what good things they were, 00 returning from those wars took the Initiative for their Introduction. In this they were highly successful first in England and from that to other countries. So popular did the bath be come that It became customary to have ®ne before ceremonies such as mar rlage or knighthood, and the people have been ever since learning the value of keeping their skins clean. Where Dee Falling decide» to spend' hi* last sin months nnd who he really is, are in teresting features of the next installment of "The Voice of the Fach." I TO BE CONTINUED.) People who live in the same square don't always move In the same circle. Cuba Is Free of 'El Pote' Island Republic Rejoices at the Death of its Richest Mil lionaire. GRUEL POWER OF WEALTH Peasant Trod Down Millions as He Piled up Richet on Misfortunes of Others—Lived and Died a Brute. Havana.— "El Pote" Is dead and all Cuba rejoices. The peasunt who be came a millionaire many times over and used hla wealth to wield a cruel power died aa he had lived, haunted and hated, a victim of his own power. In 40 years he established a career lurid with tragedy, dark with sordid scheming, tremendous with both suc cess and failure. A year ago reputed the richest man in Cuba, he came to a miserable end at his own hands, and almost his lqst words were that the wealth whlcn cost him 40 years of unremitting toil to accumulate did not yield him one hour of happiness. Jose Lopez Rodrigues was known to virtually every one In Cuba. He was a strange, sinister figure, and even In death he furnishes a remarkable ex ample of what can be accomplished by the constant, ruthless application of power to a single task. Ferve el Pote (the pot bolls) was his watch word, his motto, the rule of his sordid life, and It was from this' that he came to be called "EH Pote," the name with which millions became familiar. For years he thrived, at the expense of others. Then the fortunes of war turned against him, and, fearing the loss of all his ill-gotten gains, he com mitted suicide by hanging himself with a twisted sheet. Filthy of Body. Not more than five feet In height, "El Pote" had the powerful, thickset frame typical of the Gallego peasant, He wore the oldest clothes he could find and waa foul of mind and speech and filthy of body. Jose Lopez Rodriguez was born In Spain and emigrated to Ouba In his fifteenth year, fleeing from the hard conditions of the Gallego peasant life. In Havana for a while he worked with pick nnd shovel, but as soon as he could he abandoned such hard manual labor to work for an old second-hand book denier, peddling the books from house to house. One morning his aged employer was found dead in Ills bed and young Lopez Rodrigues, who slept on the premises, was arrested on sus picion of murder, but after spending some time In prison he was released for lnck of sufficient evidence to In dict. The widow of the murdered book seller continued the business and Lopez Rodriguez, after his release from prison returned to his old em ployment. One morning the widow was found hanging In her room, but, no evidence being found to confirm a suspicion that there had been foul play, n verdict of suicide was returned. By the time the young employee had saved up some money and he bought the business. Piles Dollar on Dollar. Living upon almost nothing and working tirelessly, he steadily in creased his trade and piled one dollar on another until with the passage of the years his fortune grew to re spectable dimensions. When, after the wealth of Cubans had been drained by three years of revolution and embargo, the American fleet blockaded Havana In 1898, "El Pote"—for by that time he had come universally to be known by hla sobri quet—was able to acquire for cash large properties for a tithe of their value, and when the Cuban republic was set up he was a rich man among men who had been ruined. The latter were compelled to go to him for cash which he alone was able to lend. And ao It came to pass that many of thou Sylvia Pankhurst Toasted by Reds J : : Hi « •••■• ••••; K, r Mias Sylvls Pankhurst (center), who served five months' Imprisonment at Holloway for preaching sedition In the British nwvy, was recently dis missed. Following her "coming out" she was tendered a breakfast In London by the Communist party. This photograph shows the "reds" offering a toast to Miss Pankhurst to whom the government of the young republic was entrusted were bis debtors—which he never allowed them to forget He secured a monopoly on all Cuban printing, for which scandal scores went to jail. Then he got control of one of the biggest banks and wrecked j that, "borrowing" no less than $11, 000,000 without security of any kind. He loaned millions, but always de manded from 60 to 100 per cent In terest. It Is believed that after the pay-1 ment of all debts the estate of Jose Lopez Rodriguez will be worth some where around $10,000,000, proving that It was not the fear of penury that drove him to end his life In the fashion by which his employer 40 years ago had died and which had ! marked the beginning of his own pros perity. Hogs' Snouts Do Plowing. Woodstock, Ont. —Hogs take the place of plows and harrows In the cul tivation of one of the best producing small apple orchards In Ontario. Most orcbardist8 plow and replow and har row and ditch the land between the rows of trees. J. W. Tuttle of Cur rie merely turns in a drove of hogs. $66,000 Thief Given 3 Years Memphis Teller for 12 Years Missed Vacations to Shield His Shortage. COURT GETS HIS CONFESSION Began With $100 Holdout and Lived In Hope of Making All Good—Nev er Missed a Day or Was Late —Strain Waa Terrible. Memphis, Tenu. — Alex V. Smith, for merly note teller for the First Nation al bank, stood convicted, but eluted with a three-year term, given to him after he had confessed to a $00,001.37 peculation and pleuded guilty. During the 12 years Smith was con nected with the bank lie never took n, vacation, never was absent or late In reporting for duty. He told reporters In order to cover up the shortage he had to be continually on yie job. John D. Martin, Smith's counsel, read a copy of Smith's confession to the court In his plea for leniency. The confession says: "I, Alex V. Smith of Italelgh, Teun., do hereby make confes ion. "1 was born In Liverpool, England, on June 8, 1883. I left England und came to the United States when 1 was about twenty-two years old. After a short stay In New York city I came to Memphis, Tenu., and became a bank clerk In the employ of the Bunk of Commerce of Memphis, where I worked for about nine months. I then en tered the employ of the First National bank of Memphis, Tenn., and was con tinuously employed there until Janu ary 13, 1921. I was note teller at the First National bank for about 12 consecutive years. During this time I gave diligent attention to the du ties of the position. Began With $100. "About 11 years ago, one day after the vaults were closed, to accommo date a customer I took a deposit of about $100. That night I used this money to pay a debt, hoping to re place It Immediately. It was never replaced, and the shortage grew, until January 12, 1921, It amounted to $60, 601.87. "My method of concealment was throughout the entire period of short WOMEN'S WATCH TOWER j ! i! « •f ■v g 1 MM :■* 11 -v The National Woman's party is com-, lng Into its own again and has bought a new home which will be a regular "political watch tower" to the capitol, which is within a stone's throw. The home is one of the most historic In Washington, having been the meeting place of congress from 1815 to 1811> while the capitol was being rebuilt, and was the scene of President Monroe'* Inauguration. age to hold for a day or two, then re mit, being In the manner always short in my remittances. "I married about eight years ago. and at the time of my marriage my shortage was comparatively small. My family consists of my wlfle, aged thir ty-one years, and three children, Alex V. Jr., aged seven; Jim Mangrum, aged six, and Jay Shaw, aged two years, nine months. "The moneys which I embezzled from the bank were absorbed In my personal expense and extravagances. I have not dlsstpnted money In gam bling or speculation. I have, of course, entertained the vague hope that I could make restitution of these peculations, but have been crushed with the realiza tion that this was Impossible. Strain Has Been Terrible. "The strain of my situntlon has, of course, been terrible, and I have suf fered Immense mental torture for yeui-8. "I have been Unable to obtain suffi cient sleep or rest except through the use of intoxicants, and have been com pelled to resort to the same, means as a stimulant to enable ine to*discharge the regular duties of my office. "It Is my lutention and desire that in the eveut there should be an In dictment returned against count of my wrongdoing to Immedi ately enter a plea of guilty to the surne and throw myself without reservation upon the mercy of the court. "It Is my desire to receive such pen alty as may be inflicted on spçedlly as possible, It being my deep desire, after I have met my punish ment, to rise uguin and be a man. It will be my earnest effort to make good, in the fullest mensure possible, the loss which has been occasioned as the result of my wrongdoing." After the shortage was discovered Smith says regarding his conversation with bank officials: "I gave them the exact figures, to wit, $60,001.37, together with all data and documents pertaining thereto, thereby enabling the officials of the bank to make a speedy adjustment of their records. I gave the exact amount of my shortage as stated above, so that the bank would not be put to the necessity of a long, laborious and pensive audit of my accounts. me on ac me a» ©X PAJAMAS "NOBBY" ON STREET Ruaa Officer's Garb Leads to Distri bution of Garments to Refugees. Constantinople, Turkey.—American Red Cross and army pajamas are be ing converted into jaunty street clothes here by Ingenious Russian refugee soldier* and civilians. Hugh 8. Bird, treasurer of the Red Cross, when here on a visit of inspec tion, saw a spick-and-span monocled Rnsslan officer flourishing a cane and fanning himself with n straw hat at the local Red Cross offices. He no ticed that the man had taken a suit of pajamas, sewed shoulder strep braid on them, strapped his officer's belt about them and rolled up the bot toms to give a trouser effect. Mr. Bird thought so well of the in genuity of the mnn, who had defeated the hot weather, tliut he gave orders for several thousand more pajamas to be distributed, so no Russian need wear his heavy, shabby winter clothes. Partridges Alight In Street. Coatesvllle, I'a.—A covey of part ridges came Into this city and alight ed on the paved streets in the busi ness section. Volunteer firemen caught a few and placed them tn a box, lib erating them later In the country. They hnd become frightened when a cooper's hawk attacked them on the hill.