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The Voice of the Pack
By EDISON MARSHALL CHAPTER 11—Continued. — 20 — "We'll rest now." Dan told them at ten o'clock. "The sun is warm enough io that we won't need much of a Are. ■ nd we'll try to get Ave hours' sleep." "Too long, if we're going to make It tut," Lennox objected. "That leaves a workday of nineteen lours," Dan persisted. "Not any too little. Five hours It will be." He found where the snow had drift ed against n great, dead log, leaving die white covering only a foot In lepth on the lee side. He begnn to •crape the snow away, then hacked at the log with his ax until he had pro rured a piece of comparatively dry stood from Its center. They all stood breathless while he lighted the little pile of kindling and heaped It with green wood—the only wood procur ible. But It didn't burn freely. It •mohed Atfully, threatening to die out, tnd emitting very little beat. But they didn't particularly care, the sun was warm above, as always In the mountain winters of southern Oregon. Snowbird and Dan cleared •paces beside the Are and slept. Len nox, who had rested on the Journey, lay on his sled and with his uninjured irra tried to hack enough wood from (he saplings that Dan bad cut to keep the Arp burning. At three they got up, still tired and idling In their bones from exposure. Twenty-four hours had passed since they had tasted food, and their unre plenlshed systems complained. There Is no better engine In the wide world than the human body. It will stand more neglect and abuse than the Anest »ted motors ever made by the hands of craftsmen. A man may fast many days If he lies quietly In one place «nd keeps warm. But fasting is a deadly proposition while pulling sledges over the snow. Dan was less hopeful now. His face told what his words did not. The lines cleft deeper about his Ups and eyes; and Snowbird's heart ached when he tried to encourage her with • smile. It was a wan. strange smile that couldn't quite hide the Arst sick ness of despair. The shadows quickly lengthened— »Imply leaping over the snow from the fast-falling sun. The twilight deep ened, the snow turned gray, and then. In a vague way, the Journey began to partake of a quality of unreality. It was not that the cold and the snow ■nd their hunger were not entirely real, or that the wilderness was longer naked to their eyes. It was just that their whole effort seemed like some dreadful, unburdened Journey In ■ dream—a stumbling advance under difficulties too many and real to be true. The Arst sign was the far-off cry of the wolf pack. It was very faint, simply a stir In the eardrums, yet It was entirely clear, mountain air was a perfect telephone system, conveying a message distinct ly, no matter how faintly, were no tall buildings or cities to dis turb the ether waves. And all three of them knew at the same Instant It was not exactly the cry they had heard before. no That clear, cold There They couldn't have told Just why. even If they had wished to talk about It In some dim way. It had lost the strange quality of despair it had held before. It was as if the pack running with renewed life, that each wolf was calling to another with a dreadful sort of exultation. It was an excited cry, too—not the long, sad song they had learned to listen for. It sounded Immediately behind them. They couldn't help but listen. No human ears could have shut out the sound. were But none of them pretended that they had heard. And this was the worst sign of all. Each one of the three was hoping against hope iu his very tieart : and at the same time, hop ing that the others did not understand For a long time, deepened about them, the forests were still. as the j Perhaps Dan thought, he had been mistaken after all. His shoulders straightened. Then the chorus blared again. The man looked hack at the girl, smiling into, her Lennox lay as If asleep, the lines of his dark face curiously pronounced, because she was body and soul, answered Dan's Then they knew that all of them knew the truth. And the girl, of the mountains. smile. Not even an inexperienced ear could have any delusions about the pack song now. est of wilderness songs, the hunting cry—that frenzied seng of blood-lust i that the wolf pack utters when it Is running ou the trail of ptme. found the track of living flesh at iast. "There's no use stopping, or trying to climb a tree." Dan told them sim ply. "In the Arst place. Lennox can't do It. In the second, we've got to take a chant It was that old It had for cold and hunger can get up a tree where the wolf pack can't." He spoke Once more he tightened the traces of the sled. holly without emotion "I've heard that sometimes the pack wtll chase a man for days tacking." Lennox told them. "It all depends on how long they've gone without at without food. Keep on and try to for get 'em. Maybe we can keep 'em bluffed." But ns the hours passed, It became increasingly difllcult to forget the wolf puck. It was only a matter of turning the head and peering for an Instant Into the shadows to catch a glimpse of one of the creatures. Their usual fear of men, always their Arst emo tion, had given way wholly to a hunt ing cunning; an effort to procure their gurae without too great risk of their own lives. In the desperation of their hunger they could not remember such things as the four of men. They spread out farther, and at last Dun looked up to And one of the gray beasts waiting, like a shadow himself, In the shadow of a tree not one hun dred feet from the sled. Snowbird whipped out her pistol. "Don't dare !" Dan's voice cracked out to her. He didn't speak loudly ; yet the words came so sharp and com manding, so like pistol Are Itself, that they penetrated into her consciousness and choked back the nervous reHexes that In an Instant might have lost them one of their three precious shells. She caught herself with a sob. Dan shouted at the wolf, and it melted into the shadows. "You won't do It again, Snowbird?" he asked her very humbly. But his meaning was clear. He was not as skilled with a pistol ns she; but If her nerves were brenklng. the gun must be taken from her bnnds. The thrçç . shells must be saved to the moment of utmost need. "No," she told him. looking straight Into his eyes. "I won't do It again." He believed her. He knew that she spoke the truth. He met her eyes with a half smile. Then, wholly without warning. Fate played its last trump. Again the wilderness reminded them of Its might, and their brave spirits were almost brokeu by the utter re morselessness of the blow. The girl went on her face with a crack of wood. at It In to at It m is t r> "Maybe We Can Keep Them Bluffed." Her snow shoe had been cracked by her fall of the day before, when run ning to the Are, and whether she struck some other obstruction in the snow, or whether the cracked wood : had simply given way under her : weight, mattered not even enough for ; them to investigate. As In ail great disasters, only the result remained, The result in this case was that her j snow shoe, without which she could not ! walk at all in the snow, was irrepara- i blv broken. | I "1 ate has stacked the .cards against us," Leunox told them, after the Arst ! j moment's horror from the broken But no one answered him. The girl. snowshoe white-faced, kept her wide eves Dan lie seemed to he peering into the shadows beside the trail, as if he were watching for the gray forms that now and then glided from tree to tree In reality, he was not looking for wolves. He wa< gazing down into his own sou!, measuring his own spirit for the trial that lay before him. on i I The girl, unable to step with the broken snowshoe. rested her weight en one foot and hobbled like a bird with broken w ings across to him. No sight of all this terrible Journey bad been more dreadful in her She father's eyes It -eemed to split open strong heart of the man. :c',.sl her hand to his arm. 'I'm sorry. Dan." she told him. trie! mi hart!—" than this. . _ •iK it *rV " 1 1 ■" i'*' * nk 1 °* re Î , r 1 I wh. , „ , I mor ^f nd I as : n ' 11 I ,IS? ' as In u„ Aght with Cranston nothing th. You Just one little sound broke from his strange, deep g-.,<p that suppressed. Then he threat could not be caught her hand :n bis and kissed It— Copyright. 1920, by Little, Brown & Co. It's Just counts because I didn't win. fate. Snowbird. U s no one's fnult, but . maybe, in Lhis world, nothing is ever anyone's fault" For iu the twilight of those winter woods, in the shadow of death itself, perhaps be was catching glimmerings of eternal truths that are hidden from all but the most fur-see ing eyes. "And this is the end?" she asked him. She spoke very bravely. "No!" His hand tightened on liers. "No, so long as an ounce of strength remains. To Aght—never to give up— may God give me spirit for it till I die." And this was no Idle prayer. His eyes raised to the starry sky as he spoke. "But. son," Lennox asked him rath er quietly, "what can you do? The wolves aren't going to wait a great deal longer, and we can't go on." "There s one thing more—one more trial to make," Dan answered. "I thought about It at Arst, but It was too long a chance to try If there was any other way. And I suppose you thought of It too." "Overtaking Cranston?" "Of course. And it sounds like a crazy dream. But listen, both of you. If we have got to die, up here in the snow—and it looks like we had—what is the tiling you want done worst be fore we go?" Lennox's hands clasped, and be leaned forward on the sled. "Pay Cranston !" he said. "Yes!" Dan's voice rung. "Crans- j ton's never going to bo paid unless we do It. There will be no signs of in cendiarism at the house, and no proofs. They'll And our bodies in the snow, and we'll Just be a mystery, with no one made to pay. The evi dence in my pocket will be taken by Cranston, some time this winter. If 1 don't make him pay, be never will pay. And that's one reason why I'm going to try to carry out this plan I've got. "The second reason is that it's the one hope we have left. I take it that none of us are deceived on that point. And no man can die tamely—If he Is a man—while there's a chance. I mean a young man. like me—not one who is old and tired. It sounds perfectly silly to talk about Anding Cranston's win ter quarters, and then, with my bare ; bands, conquering him. takiug ids food and his blankets and Ills snowsboes and his rifle, to Aght away these wolves, and bringing 'em back here." "You wouldn't be barehanded," the girl reminded him. "You could have the pistol." He didn't even seem to hear her. "I've been thinking about it. It's a long, long chance—much worse than the chance we had of getting out by straight walking. I think we could have made it. if the wolves had kept off and the snowshoe hadn't broken. It would have nearly killed us, hut I believe we could have got out. That's why I didn't try this other way Arst. A man with his bare hands hasn't much of a chance against another with a riAe, and I don't want you to be too hopeful. And of course, the hardest problem is Anding his camp. "But I do feel sure of one thing; that he is back to his old trapping line on the North Fork—somewhere south of here—and his camp is somewhere on the river. I think he would have gone there so that he could cut off any attempt I might make to get through with those letters. My plan is to start back at an angle that will carry me between the North Fork and our old house. Somewhere in there I'll And his tracks, the tracks he made when he firsl ca tne over to burn up the : house. I suppose he was careful to : m ' x em U P «Iter once he arrlvi-d ; here. but the Arst part of the way he | Hkcly walked straight toward the I house from his camp. Somewhere, if I : j 8° that way, I'll cross his trail—with-1 ! in 10 miles at least. Then I'll hack-, i track him to his c-.iinp." | "And never come hack !" the girl I cried. ! ,b ing that can he done will he done. Nothing will he left. No regre's We w "' made the last trial. I'm not going to waste any time. Snowbird. The sooner we get your Are built the better." "Maybe not. But at least every (TO BE CONTINUED ) Mike Love and Live Long. The net of love-making nas a direct j InAuence od the heart and blood, says s medical correspondent. It stimu lates the working capacity of the for mer organ, and keeps It up to concert pitch. I lates with As a result, the blood circn greater strength, and every Part of the btnly is accordingly strengthened. Love-making, moreover, has a very decided influence in stimu lating the .forking of the liver. Pal ent medicines were more generally given to i the art of making love with genuine i feei ng Perhap- the most striking pnmf of the Immunity of lovers from one form of ill. viz . colds and chins, „ afforded hy the fact that a pair of ' l 'P ! < devote* s will sit on a damp I nrl1 for hours and take no harm. I , . ' }' s b!st w; ' < * to wat.-h yoar > windings as i, t, to vvin<1 vour watch, j would have to go out of bu-dn-ss to a considerable extent If the world Is The Right Thing at the Right Time By MARY MARSHALL DUFFEE WITH T1IE SPOON "Many things happen between the cup Mid the lip." A liE you quite sure that you hold your spoon in the correct ner? It does seem a funny thing that so much depends on sucli un ap parently unimportant matter. Hut you know yourself that if you see a per son holding a spoon as you would a screwdriver or u garden spade, with the palm of the hand over the top and the thumb and Augers clasped on the reverse side, you would immediately put him down ns lacking in good breeding. On the contrary. If you see a man or woman holding a spoon In nn extremely mincing manner, with the little Anger and ring Anger held ns far away from the other Angers as pos sible, you immediately assume that that person is trying to impress you with his extreme daintiness. Properly, the spoon should be held between thumb and Arst Anger, rest ing on the middle Anger. Be careful not to hold It too far down toward the bowl. Always raise the spoon to your mouth so that the side 'of the bowl touches the mouth, and not the point of the spoon. To do this one has to bring the spoon up at right angles, In a very awkward manner. Remember that you should never drink or sip front the tip of the spoon. Liquids \ should be taken from the side of the ; spoon, without sipping them and with- ! out actually putting the entire spoon Into the mouth. Solids should be tuk en by laying the spoon between the lips and taking the contents into the mouth without the polishing process that Is characteristc of children when muu (hey especially enjoy what they eating, I are Soft-boiled eggs are eaten with a spoon from the shell. It is a good idea to have hone egg Rpoons that do not discolor with the action of the egg, as do silver spoons. Bouillon, when served In cups ; tea, coffee and other beverages served in cups, should be tnken with the spoon only enough to make sure that they are properly seasoned and that they are cool enough to drink, tremely bad form to consume the en tire cupful with sips of the spoon. No vegetables should be taken with It is ex a spoon that can possibly be eaten with a fork. To be sure, such tilings as ♦ ft 1 (A 1 i 1 A BUll LUiLUl! I MR. BEAR'S TRICK it. BEAR had been bothered a great deal by having Ids vege tnbles and fruits that he had preserved stolen from his pantry while he slept. He felt quite sure It was Mr. Pos sum nnd Mr. Coon that helped them selves, but he had never been able to keep awake nnd catch them. Often he had tried, but every time he had fallen asleep, and when he awoke they had been there and taken I with them some of his stores. j T> , , „ I Mr. Bear was a good-natured fel- | low and he dis, iked to harm anyone. | so he set to work to think of a plan M If | I I : m I» JA >y £• S L • - ,<! ,< y fr M •• rt I i j 1 V> I Up He Jumped and Ran Off. j t>y which he could punish them and i stop them from taking his preserves without catching them himself. But, think as he would, there wns j only one plan that came to his mind, and, while it was dangerous for Mr. I'ossum and Mr. Coon If they did not get away, he decided to risk It, rather, let them take the risk. or One night Mr. Bear awoke, hearing some one running, and up he Jumpet) from his hiding pluce, where he hud > Load of Hay for Wedding Fee. Northumberland, Pa.—Michael Tierney, a Northumberland justice, be i "t'ves he is the only squire In the world i who was ever paid for a wedding fee with a load of hay. A young couple from a nearby town ship, whose names he refused to give, wanted hitn to lunrrv them, but de dared they had no money. The bride groom offered a loud of huv instead and Tierney, thinking it a Joke, „greed! > The young man uni.led u load of tint j othy In the Justice s stable. . thin-stewed tomatoes, served in side saucers, cannot very easily be mannged with a fork. Perhaps ttie right way to prepare them for the table Is In solid enough form so that they can bo managed without a spoon. Peas should not be eaten with a spoon, and for that reason It Is no longer consid ered best to serve them cooked In milk. Many persons Insist that ice cream is a fork food, and not spoon food. However, if spoons are served with this dainty, do not hesitnte to use them. There is really nothing very bad form about using u spoon, and a great many persons do who are beyond reproach in table manners. (Copyright) o ay PROUD "Why don't you pay a vlalt to tha old home town?" "I went away In a flivver." "Welir "I'm waiting until I can go back In a limousine." What's in a Name? 44 « Facts about your name: its history, meaning, whence it derived, significance, your lucky day and lucky jewel By MILDRED MARSHALL was J OLIVE O LIVE, the sign of peace and Joy, is one of the few feminine names which has no early Greek or Latin origin. It Arst appears lu Italy, the land of the olive tree, whose branches have come to he the symbol of peace and harmony. Etymologists claim that, though it is closely asso ciated with the Italian Oliviero. It would never have achieved popularity name but for the Teutonic Olaf as n (forefather's relic). Oliviero, the paladin of Charle magne, was most frequently In use among all those of the circle of pala dins, and gave rise to the saying which again fallen asleep, and run off in the direction he had heard the noise. But '»stead of catching anyone he stumbled over n big hag of goodips which Mr. Possum and Mr. Coon had dropped when they heard him corn 'ng. nnd then it wns that Mr. Bear ma,le UI> hls ,nln<l to ,r - v ,lis «eherne, H f w * nt " ut " f tl,e " mMls aa(1 over *° tbe fanu Dot fur »way, nnd there he 1,1,1 under some bushes a,1(1 «'a*ted ^ Uog to co ,ne that way. he «Id when he came I f'" 8 ' 1 h " Ve neve v r * nnned - v ' ,u and j 1 sh "" no1 now ' but , ^ n ' df > I something for me tonight or I s*all | be very cross/ . | Mr . Bear had one paw on Mr. Dog and hls teeth were not the sort M ' Dog wished to test as to their sharp ness, so he meekly asked what It was that Mr. Bear wished him to do and said he was always willing to oblige a friend. "I want you to do something that will give you a great deal of sport well ns help me. If you follow my plan," said Mr. Bear. All day he kept Mr. I)og In hls house, hut he was so polite and gave Idm such nice things to eat that Mr. 1 >og was glad he had carried Idm off. ■ < When It was dark Mr. Bear took Mr.'Dog to the place In the woods where Mr. Coon and Mr. Possum had dropped the ting and put him Inside with some stones which i wrapped well, so Mr. Dog would not be hurt, j "Now, lie hud io riot move or Imrk until j they untie the hag." i Boar, "and if you do tonlshed faces when my name is not Johnnie I'.ear." cautioned Mr. lint SPl* two Hg. you Jump out Mr. Bear trotted tiff ho ty soon along me and pret ■ome Mr. I'os-iim ar)( j Mr. Coon looking for the 1 did not Anti It," said Mr. I will be along here somewhere.'* "Here It Is." said Mr. Coon, spying the bng. and, picking It up. he tossed It over one shoulder and off tin ng. "If he '"•sum. "It > ..tvi . run. Did you catch either of them?" DYNAMITE ENDS A GAS BLAZE Asbestos-Garbed Men Brave Flam#« ta Place ExdIoiiv* in rai.fn nja We n r ' Long Beach, t'al. Men dressed In asbestos clothing braved the great col umn of flume of a burning gas well at Signal hill, near In-re, and placed a charge of explosive which blew out the Are. The well was estimated to he flowing lOO.AtKl.OUO ruble f«-et of gas Billie Dove A r: j In In j ice ; t j to | I a ! : i y. i -S ■: i? w. m a r* ■M i T.» w I ( i P The charming Billie Dove, p 0pu | ar musical show girl, haa made her screen debut In a big motion picture wlneome little dancer ha. a reputation of being a tireless worker. Very few actresses can appear on the legitimate stage at night and then work before the camera dbring the day. Dove was an artist's going on the etage. ¥ .vr mm The Mise model before bus since become a proverb, "giving „ Kowlnnd for an Oliver." knights of high, chivalrous English repute fre quently bore the name of Oliver until the eminence of the Protector made "Old Noll" a word of hate among the cavaliers. The feminine form, Olive, which was Invented In Italy, was brought to Eng land hy the influx of Italian literature In the Tudor reign. Olivia, and as such It still has vogue, especially in literature and etry. Goldsmith calls the unfortunate daughter of tils Inimitable "Vicar of Wukefleld" Olivia, and many other heroines of that literary period bore the same name. 1 It Is only of recent years that Olive gained preference over Olivia. The change cam» about In England, but was not long In reaching this country, nnd now Olive is a popular and fash ionabie name here. The fire opal is the gem assigned to her. Its form was then great po Its glowing, ever-changing heart promises good fortune to her for whom It Is Intended as an orna ment and n talisman. ,The chrysan themum Is her flower. Wednesday is her lucky day nnd three tier lucky number. (CcpyrlghL) asked Mr. Bear the next day when Mr. Dog went around to tell him about It. "No, I laughed so long that when I stopped they Mr. Dog. "Mr. Coon's mouth flew open with surprise And he tumbled buckwurd ns I jumped out when he untied the bag. forgot to play dead, still and stared, hut in a Jiffy down he tumbled on the floor. "We were in Mr. Coon's house when they opened the bng, but he did not stop. Out of the door he flew, and when I stopped laughing Mr. Possum whs gone also. But I don't care ; It wai the funniest sight I ever saw, and I was well paid. And any time you want uny help, Mr. Bear, I shall be glad te oblige you." Mr. Bear thanked him. nnd when he went to sleep that night he sakl to himself: "I guess Mr. Coon and Mr. Possum have had a lesson that will Inst them awhile and n fellow cm sleep in pence, even If he has a pan try Ailed with preserves." (Cori right.) were both gone." said over Mr. Possum almost He Just stood u Si J pfKto*r te N. v7e [S] 7 S] g TO •hilly, which t,*.k a,-,, early In the day Watching •urrlod r«r shelter ns the men walked Into the flumes, fearing ■row ds premature explosion Pf l,M ' The charge was detomitc' dynamite. electrically, hav The Are Is supposed <•' caused h\ filet Ion of l*eeu glis Oil the well easing. Iwo-thtrds of all window gin»* >• blow ii hy machinery.