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I MOUSE RIVER FARMERS PRESS i i i i I CODE of the NORTH by HAROLD TITUS Oopyrlaht bF Harold Tltu WNU asrvioo SYNOPSIS Stephen Drake. with his four*Tear- old son. Is rescued from a blizzard by Jim Flynn, big timber oI~rator0 whom ]Drake has robbed. Flynn forgives the theft, and Drake. until his death, im- presses on the boy, Steve, the debt they ewe "Old Jim." Twenty years later Bteve meets "Young Jim" Flynn, his benefactor's son. Sent by Old Jim, ln- oapacitnted through an accident in which Kate, his daughter, is tempo* rarily blinded, to take charge of the eompany's~the Polaris--woods up- @rations. the YoUth is indulging in a drunken spread. Learning of Polaris' dire straits, and hoping to do some- thing for Old Jim. Steve hastens to the company's headquarters. He finds Franz, a scoundrel, plotting against the Flynn InterestL Worsting Fr&nz in a fist flghL the Polaris crew. by lucky chance, assumes that he is Flynn's son, andhe does not i~silluslon them. taking charge, az "7oun8 Jim." A photograph of Kate ~lynn, which Jteve finds, intrigues l~im immensely. MacDonald. eccentric old Scotsman. holds timber vital to the Polaris in- terests. Steve gains the warm friend- ship of IAFane. queer woods scout. He adds to Frans's hate by driving him away from Mary Wolf. young Indian Mir| whom he has been abusing. CHAPTER IV--Continued ~7~ Thls all required time and it took more time to set the gun with proper firmness, stock held fast by those well-arranged rocks. Nert, he stripped branches frem' a young birch, carried the cord back from the gun around that, on down and parallel to the trail for a dozen feet, around an- other tree and finally across the trail ltselL Its took in the slack with pre- cise caution and made the end fast to m stump. He had worked in darkness; he had moved slowly, he had listened, always listened. And the time which elapsed gave two men, walking the beach so quietly that they disturbed no pebble. jn opportunlty to travel from head- Lluarters to the foot of the trail where he canoe lay in the reeds before he .-was finished. ; LaFane had glided into the light ~hat fell through the store doorway, a tall. statuesque figure. He stood a Inoment' at some little distance, be- :fore he spoke. "Jim," he said In his deep voice, "will you come here?" Impressed Steve had risen, left Tom Todd and followed as LaFane turned back Into the shadows. They walked to the water's edge and halted. "Don't go to your camp tonight," LaFane said. "No? Why not? What's up?' The man shrugged. "Don't know. But a man does not paddle his canoe so quietly that even a dog is not sure he hears, twenty rods away. A man does not walk up the trail to .another man's camp with a gun in his hands for any good purpose." "What are you getting at? Some- body gone to my shanty?' LaFane nodded. "Who?" "That would only be fi guess. I could almost touch him as he passed but I could 0nly guess." "Well. ~eeme to me that's the time man should go." "That iS for you to decide." "Come along, then. or'--hesitating D'I don't want to drag you Into any ~am." LaFane laughed softly. "Hurry," he sald, "or you may only guess, ton." The sand deadened their footfalls and they went with utmost care. At the cabin trail they halted, Steve laying s hhnd on LaFane"s arm. breath of a sound, the suggestion of approach, reached they sank together in (:he high reeds. Some one was coming, surely, appreachlng with stealth. He loomed above them so closely that they ccIHd hear his breathing, so near that both could have touched him. He stooped for his canoe with a light whiff of breath, as in relief. "Looking for somebody?" Steve's words, .so sharp, so unex- pected, caused~the man to gasp. But he did not turn. did not hesitate, He pitched forward in a lunge for his sines. Drake flung out a hand to gi'apgle with the figure before him but he was too late. The canoe rasped bottom, water splashed. Steve floundered, La- Fans behind .him. His fingers tore at the figure there, clutching the Drake, hls hold gone, was falling But a foot had found purchase, e under that They stood still, listening to those sounds grow fainter. Then Steve, reaching into his pocket for a flash- light, turned its beam on his left hand. In his palm was a button, torn threads clinging to It; a plain, brown but* ton, , . . "D--nl" he said. "Come on, La- Fans, let's have a look at the trail." The light of the torch showed them the cord and, edging around it, they reached the gun. It was a twelve- gauge shotgun, safety off, set for the first unsuspecting traveler on that trail Steve cut the cord, set the safety and ejected the shells. He gave no sign of excrement but when he spoke his voice was somewhat husked. "Buckshot," he said. "It'd have blown my guts out. Much obliged, LaFane .... And can I get you to keep this to yourself? No use talking until we have somebody to talk to." "That's right," the, man said. ~Good nlght." He went quickly down the trail Three days later Steve paddled up the lake bound for the wood camp. He was frowning, filled with mis- giving. That noon LaFane had brought a letter from Kate, written after re calving word that the railroad con- struetlon was blocked. Her despair had touched him profoundly, goaded him to fresh effort. And yet, what to do? No new capital was forthcom. lng, no extension of time could be anticipated from impatient creditors. He was keeping the Job alive for a few weeks and that was all, so far. Another canoe rounded a long Imlnt and came toward him and as the dis. tance narrowed Steve's lip quirked. It was Frans. whom he had not seen or heard of since their encounter on the upper river. He pointed his canoe to Drake's. "Howdy," he said in an odd trailing his paddle. "How's Young Jim Flynn today ?" A peculiar inference was in the words and he grinned with something like insolence. Slave's eyes dropped to the man's clothing and his outfit. The bottom of his canoe was smeared with red clay. "Don't you figure you've crawled about far enough out on this particu- lar limb?" Franz asked. A sharp thrill of apprehension ran Drake's body. "Meaning Just what?" he countered. "Principally, that the original Young Jim Fiynn is on his way in; or will be when he sobers up." The man "Great Hati" Decisred Drake "How'd You Do It, LaFane~' laughed. "Won't it be interesting to watch McNally and the rest of these dubs? And to see the real boss, well a shaking, miserable spec- tacle, come to take charge of a sink. ing ship? "And won't It also be interesting you to explain to somebody how came to be spendIng~ Polaris money so free and easy? Why, you d---d pretender, he'll have licked up what booze he's got In a few hours; he's out of money; he'll come to try to do what he was supposed to try to do a month age l And when he finds you here, playing his part, even he'll run you off so fast it'll make your head swim l" Steve'S head did swim then, for an instant. It was not thought of what Young Jim Flynn might do that cansed con- fusion. The factor in the situation which loomed high in his conscious- nese was the effect on a blinded girl hundreds of miles away, that the ar- rival of the one with true authority might have. HIs feeling of obligation to the family had oddly shifted from father to daughter. Steve had kept the Job alive by his ability to give men confidence in his leadership. This was no feeling of self-satisfaction, of conceit; it was simply the fact. But Young Jim's advent would send the fragile structure of Polaris hopes crumbling. The important matter be- fore Drake now was to seal Franz's lips, to prevent spread of the news the man bore because, should the rumor that he was only a pretender spread and should he, be questioned, he would be forcedto admit the truth. That would be enough to put everything In a sorry tangle. He studied the other closely, noting the deep pockets in the breast of shirt. He raised a hand to fumble in one of his own pockets, fingers closing on that which reposed there. "~, YOU re untidy," he said. The man looked hard at him and laughed. "/~ot a great deal, that's true. But a man who's careless about where he leaves buttons from his clothing bl likely to stir up interest In other folks' minds." The other sneered. "Buttons I" "Yes. Like this one." Steve opened his hand, displaying a smooth, brown button, "You see, this one happens to belong under the flap of your right- hand shirt pocket. No button there; this one's mate in on the other pocket. "And even if it weren't for this button,', Drake went on, "I have plenty on you. I took a lot of pains in handling that shotgun." i "Shotgun? I don't know what you're talking about I" I DIVORCED BY SON OF FORMER KAISER, PRINCESS WORKS Lives With Second Husband and Earns Living Paint- ing Portraits. "You'd naturally say that. But it'll Ferdinand of the Hohenzollern dynasty a good gun. It had been well cared ~ to become regent of the reich, is a for. There's plenty of gun oil on it story of fortitude, suffering and heart. to keep the rust off and to take the break of the prince's mother--the print of a man's fingers l" Princess Alexandra Victoria, now iiv- "I don't know what you're talking ins Impoverished in Copenhagen as about, I tell you I" plain Mrs. Arnold Reumaun. "Then you're a lot dumber than I'd Caught in the vortex of great po- figured on i You see, Frans, it's one lltical upheavals that have swept over of these air.tight cases. You've a , Europe in the last decade, the royal double motive to raise the devil with ~ mother only a few months ago was me, Twenty men saw me knock you for a row of something on my first night here at headquarters. It spilled a lot of beans you'd taken a lot of pains to gather. Old man Wolf and Mary would be believed ~u court if they told what happened up above the other day, When one man inter- fares between another man and his girl that also establishes motive, doesn't It? "So much for reasons. Added to that, rye a witness who heard a man than a buttonhold on this bird, this witness and I found a gun set In my trail, loaded and ready to blow me to kingdom come. That gun is covered with finger-prints." The other's face paled. "Talk r' he snarled. "Bunk ! If you think you can tie me up to something I don~t know about you've got a flock of guesses coming r' But the paddle, held lightly in one of his hands, rat- tled against the gunwale. On that Steve grinned easily. "I'll make you this premise. Franz: one word from you about the game I'm playing~which I admit to you freely, now---or about another man said to be Young Jim Flynn in this country, and I'll have the sheriff on you and an attempted murder charge against you. "Don't think I'm stalling because I don't go through with this thing now. A whole lot depends on keeping what you and I know to ourselve~ ~rm not promising to let this set- gun case drop. Nothing like that, But I'll make no move in it so long as I'm convinced it's advisable to keep on playing the game I've been playing since the start . . . that is, unless you start folks guessing. So if you want to find out Just how quick and how hard I'll bear down. Just let your tongue run. I don't care where the story comes from; if It so much as starts I'll put the clamps on you. Get that?" Franz caught his breath to reply. "Hold It I I don't want to hear an- other d--d word from you I We seem to understand each other plenty and using up more words now is . . . Just using up more words I" He resumed his way, leaving Franz with a baffled look on his face in which a helpless rage and great relief min- gled. Drake went on to the wood caml~ pondering this new complication. Young Jim's coming would mean more than disaster for the operation of the property; Just as imrely as it would precipitate trouble here, it would eventually mean heartbreak for Kate Flynn and this, oddly, seemed to him to be of greater importance than the effect on such items as production and credit' As Steve came abreast of LaFane's cabin on his return he saw the man and his children In the dooryard. More, the great dog, Duke, was with them, walking slowly about and on his either side walked a child. "Evening r' Steve hailed ashore and LaFane salute/ gravely. As Drake stepped ashore he saw the dog's lips draw back, exposing the long, white fangs and then the ani- mal as ff reminded of some im- portant matter that had been tem- porarily forgotten, looked up into La. Fanes face. LaFane was Iookin~ toward Steve but the dog's threatened snarl did not materialize, he licked his chops as if in chagrin and the tip of his tall waggled ever so slightly. "Walk up and touch him," LaFane said, amusement in his face. "Hullo, Duke," Steve muttered, stepping forward, hand extended. The dog lowered his bead, stopped his leisurely Imntlng and stiffened. But when the hand touched him In light caress he flopped his bushy tall and let his tongue loll again. "~reat hat 1" declared Drake, "How'd you do it, LaFane?" The other chuckled, then, as one will whose pride has been fed. '~here are ways," he said. 'Wake him down the beach, chil~tren." The three little, girls scampered alone the sand, the eldest calling to the dog to'follow. Duke still s~ there but he stared eagerly at his master, ears coek~l ~t~. New York.--The world may soon see a grandson of the former kaiser, hand-picked by Adolph Hitler. as the titular ruler of the "new" Germany. Behind recent reports from BerUn that the Nazi chancellor is grooming the handsome young Prince Alexander skeins out a living by painting por- traits in New York's Greenwich vil- lage. Kept Away From Prince A new sorrow has Just come into the tragic life of Alexandra Victoria. This time it is a mother's failure to see her only child from whom she has been separated for years, Although I they are now only a few hundred miles apart, they might as well be living on different planets. Figuratively, they are worlds apart. land at the foot of my trail the other t The princess sailed recently from night and warned me to be cagey and New York for Germany with ona dom- was with me when this skulker was Inant hope--to see her boy, now an interrupted slightly in his get-away., ofllcer of Hitler's storm troopers. Tha I made a grab for him. The witness present regime quickly frowned on saw it. All I got was a button, but her attempts to meet Prince Alexan- it's "this particular button. No good der. in court, likely but it convinces me, I Then she sought out old friends, you see. once powerful court intimates at Pots- "Right after we tried to get more dam, to whom she appealed. Their efforts, too, In her behalf were fruit- less. A direct appeal to the Nazi leader brought a curt and final "No." Discouraged over weeks of pleading Iwith the highest powers in the Hitler government, Alexandra finally gave up and with her hnsband sailed for Copeno hagen, an impoverished artist and a broken-hearted mother, Before Princess Alexandra came to America she had lived in a simply furnished fiat in Munich, doing her own housework. Divorced by Wilhelm. Previously Alexandra Victoria had been divorced by Prince Wllhelm~ soon after the Kaiser's flight to Hol- land. Her ex-husband wu awarded custody of their child~now the twen- ty-one-year-old prince so prominently mentioned as Hitler's personal choice for the regency. Two years later; the Princess mar- ried Commander Reumann, then in the German naval service, but a scandal in high naval circles shortly afterward led to his resignation. Then it was that the pair, ostrsclzed and virtually penniless, went to Munich. But suc- cess did not attend the princess' ef- forts to make a living with her brush, and with her husband she came to New York's Bohemian quarter to live. Seven years passed--among them America's depression years---and there were periods in which Alexandre and her husband waged a struggle against outright poverty. Hunter Mistakes Horse for Deer and Walks Home Boise, ldaho.~Bernard Wiseomb re- turned home from a hunt with his kill but he had to walk. Wiscomb went into Sawtooth Lodge country to shoot deer. He rented a horse and rode far into the backwoods. He tied the horse and proceeded on foot. A short dis- tance ahead he saw what appeared to be a deer and he fired. He dashed to the spot where his "kill" lay, and found his horse. It had been instantly killed. Quail Breaks Window, Lands on Man's Toast Tiffin, Ohlo.~Leroy Swabley had quail on toast at luncheon and did not violate Ohio game laws. He was munching a piece of toast when a quail crashed through the din- tug room window and landed on an- other square on his plate. The bird. unhurt, was released by Swabley, who swears his story is true and displays the broken pane to prove it. Without Sleep 8 Years, Still Very Much Alive Huddersfield, England. -- William Blackburn, rabbit-breeder, who, as- cording to doctors and the laws of nature, should not be alive, is still very much alive after going eight years without sleep. Since a serious operation eight years ago, It is claimed, he has not had an hour's sleep. Ev- ry night he slts In bed reading and smoking without even dozing. Texas Turkeys Starvinlr Kerrvllle, Texas. ~ Thousands of wild turkeys are starving to death in this area. Loag drought has so re- duced the food supply that sheep and goats have eaten most of the grass and other feed that would have helped the turkeys. Many tnrkeys are In such starved condition that hunters wm not kill them. Writers of "Fairy World Through the Centuries, Men of Great Minds Have Depicted Delightfully the Make-Believe Realm So Dear to the Childish Heart. "You see, Wendy," says Peter Pan mwhen the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the be- ginning of fairies. And so there ought to be one fairy for every boy and glrl. But children know so much now the t they don't believe in fairies and every time a child says he doesn't believe In fairies, there Is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead." Thus Mr. Barrle, with his quaint touch, approaches fairyland. If, as Is claimed, there are 350 variants of Cinderella, the story must have enlisted the interest of many writers. In the Egyptian tales, Cin- derella was called Rhodope; in Ser- bian, Papelluga; in Scotch, Ashpat; in French, Cendreusette, or Cendrll- ion: in Russian, Chornushka, and in German, Aschenputtel. Cinderella is also symbolized as the Dawn; her stepmother, as Night ; the sisters as Clouds obscuring the brightness of the Sun (the prince) who finds her at last in her glorious robes of sun- set. Many of the great writers have tried s hand at the fairy tale. In "Midsummer Night's Dream," Shake. spears has shown the fairy world in a way that Is delightful and charm- lng, in spite of Pepys' ill-natured re- mark that it was the silliest stuff ever he heard. Titania, the dainty little queen of the fairies, Is de- scribed as Queen Mab, In "Romeo and Juliet," "In shape no bigger than an agate stone." And Puck is ofte~ com- pared with Ariel, though Hazlitt wondered how Shakespeare could have made two such different char- acters out of the same fanciful ma- terial. Hawthorne's "Wonder Book" was a favorite-with my children, but they did not care for Kingsley's "Water Babies," nor for "Alice In Wonder- land" which delights so many chin dren. Ruskin's "King of the Golden River" and McDonald's "At the Back of the North Wind*' were recom- mended at school, but I am not sure that I read them. Miss Mulock's "Little Lame Prince" fascinated me as a child and the Grimm "Fairy Tales~ and some of Hans Christian Andersen's stories were read to pieces. Washington Irving, in the "Alham- bra," writes of the three beautiful Princesses Zayda, curious and 1nquls- ltive ; Zorsyda, fond of beauty In any form, flowers, Jewels, and her own image In a fountain ; Zorahayda, soft, timid, sensitive, tender, loving, and gentle. The "Rose of the Alham. bra," beautiful Jaclnta, with her maglc lute, the enchanted lute that bewitched the world through the genius of Paganini. The "Rose and the Ring" Is a tltle suggestive of a much happier story than the grotesque tale spun out at length by Thackeray, concerning the fcrtunes of Giglio, the deposed nephew of Valorosa XXIV, king of Paflagonia. The Fairy Blackstlck with the ald of the Rose and the Ring and her fairy wand makes all things come right for the beautiful Rosalba who almost lost her Giglio by the wiles of the governess of An- gelica, who as Countess Gruffanuff wanted to marry hlm herself. I doubt if this "Fireside Pantomime" served by Timoth~ Titmouse would be appreciated by the children of today. Perhaps the "Christmas Carol" J8 not listed as a fairy tale, but lt ll probably read by thousands in t~ Christmas season, in order to conJm~ up the Christmas spirit which tra~ formed 01d Scrooge. We have need" ed much of that good spirit to teract the influence of Old Man De- pression i They came from beds of lichen greely. They creep from the mullein's vel~ screen ; Some on the back of beetles flY From the silver tops of trees. Where they swung in their hammocks high, And rocked about in the breeze; And now they throng the glade. Above---below~on every side, Their little minim forms arrayed, In the tricksy pomp of fairy prid~ ~"M. O. W." in the News. Mind Works Hard in Split Four employees of a large In New York recently dropped defective elevator from the teenth floor to the basement. were fortunate enough to through alive. That was an experience learning something about. So the newspapers sent reporters to these people how it felt to take s~cb a drop, to know you were droppI~ and not be able to do anything b~u~ wait for the inevitable crash sad probable mutilation or death. "The whole thing seemed to only a split second," said one of survivors. "And," he added conflde~ tlally, "it was funny, but a lot of things seemed to shoot through ~f mind !" We can imagine what those thl~= were that shot through this ~an's mind ,In Just a spllt second of ti~ Perhaps he had left home that mor~" lng wlthout kissing his wife good'l~." He might have been harsh wlth 1~. boy. Or perhaps It was the word0~,. appreciation that was well ear~l but which a perverse Impulse P~ vented his giving that ran thrOS~ his mlnd in that split second. There can be no doubt that parlance in the elevator man home a better husband therefor a while, anyway. It him for a moment, a split be sure, out of the treadmill of routine which shuts off our from all but the road we are to "cover." It gave him for that second perspective and a sense values, the realization that counts most In life is what Is tween us and those we Ides, and the most preclons moments are in which we give something of selves to their happiness. Lucky the person who could h~ve, that "split second" of revelatlo~'~ and live to act on It. ~, Bell Syndleate.--~NU Service. To keep ekan and Pleree'@ Pleammt Pellets. liver, bowels and True Teacher~What is a skeleton? Small Girl~It's what you have of a person after you have outsides off and his Insides out. DID YOU EVER HEAR THIS. It sometimes takes as numy as TWENTY sN~ns tO spin enough fibres to make one edn~/e thread of silk!... That's why silk is so precious--that'8 why it's w~ll worth while to wash FILMIEST THINGS with Fels-Naptha Soap. It treat~ them GENTLY! Fela-Naptha is GOOD SOAP--~o/den soap that's rloher. And every bar holds PLENTY OF NAP-~ THA, the safe cleaner used in dry cleaning. Use Etiquette in Hog Killing Fels-Naptha for 3t~YTHING in your ~ .._. Bozeman, Mont.--There is SUch a ,See how QUICKLY"*--it eleam grimiest clothes-,- $ thing as etiquet even when alanghtar- see how GENTLY it washes dainty ones. 1~ ~ A parakeet lmmed here recently by Montana 8isle college warned