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''The Captive* Bride"! 1 Zy BARRETT WILLOUGHBY

SYNOPSIS According tc the terms of her father’s will, Denise Keith, a young ...San Francisco socialite, must visit his hunting*lodge. River House, on the Stikine River, in Tarnigan, Canada, before disposing of it. Larry Keith, ar outfitter for big game hunters, loved the place and had ” jived there alone for years because ■ ‘hi* selfish, pampered wife, Sylvia, refused to spend even one month a year there. When he would not give it up, she divorced him and remarried. Aboard Captain Revelry JJourne’s Stikine Maid enroute to " Tarnigan, Denny meets a varied lot of individuals enroute to River ’ House for the hunting season. Among them are Dr. Pool Van Cleve, who is suffering from a nervous breakdown; Rio Carew, wealthy divorcee; Derek Haskell, Larry s half-breed guide, with whom Rio is enamoured, and Harp MacFarlane, foreman of River House. The beauty of the surrounding country ‘ appeals to Denny and she wonders J why her mother hated it so remembering her words: "The Stikine—it’s a witch river. Dangerous. Cruel. It puts a spell on you. It won your father from me." Soon Denny would know for herself. Harp had spoken about the treachery of the Stikine,praising Bourne’s akill as a navigator, saying he was swift to see and lightning to act. Although Harp’s praise had prejudiced Denny against Bourne, there was something about the blond captain which attracted her, even though she preferred dark men like berefiance, Murray Hart. Denny had a glimpse of Bourne’s character when his dog, Tongass, would have killed Rio’s police dog in a fight had not Revelry intervened and knocked his own pet senseless. "Not every man has the courage to be a brute to the thing he loves,” Harp remarked to Denny. CHAPTER VII Later, when the West was brilliant with sunset, the Maid crossed the boundary between Alaska and Olfflhda. When the loneiy yellow Custom--house flying the Union Jack came info" view, some one commented, “We move from the Land of the Eagle into the Land of the Maple Leaf.” Denny, watching with the eyes of the South, the eyes of another nation, said to herself, “The country ’ of my father; the flag of my father.” Dusk deepened. Poplars turned 2 to black-velvet vagueness on the bants between which the river • flowed like glinting ink. > 1 TTie pilothouse was dark, but DeJny could make out the dim figure of Captain Bourne at the wheel. Near him, on a seat against the wall, Tongass sat on his haunches, looking straight ahead. She was surprised when one of the engineers told her that the Maid would soon tie up to the bank. “No one can run the Stikine at night,” he explained. • “Too dangerous, even for a skipper like Revelry Bourne.” , Danger! All day long she had Tieard that word applied to the Stikine; yet it was plain that all these • loved the river. From the galley now came the voices of ►Ted and Boom and Harp, singing -a river song. The chorded harmony ’ of the chorus drifted out on the dusk. •> “Oh, send me up the Stikine past * the Boundary I Set me down and leave me there alone. *• < Let me laze along a bar “ • In the golden Cassiar. It’s the only land I want tc call »' my own.” * The words made her think of her .» father. This, in truth, was the only land that he had cared to call his “ ;own. It had been the cause of ail the bitter quarrels and passionate reconciliations that had marked -each of the five winters he had spent •with Sylvia in their San Francisco . home. Sylvia kept insisting that he ■ell River House qnd what she called his ridiculous business there, and go into her father’s investment concern. He kept refusing. ~ He had gone north the last time, „. vowing he would remain at River — House until she consented to spend “ at least one month of the hunting

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season with him there each year. . She had retorted that he might go—- ' but he need never come back to her j until he was ready to live permanently in California. ’ Denny knew now that these must ; have been foolish words spoken in the heat of anger, with no intention j of fulfillment; but when Keith , failed to come home that winter, ' Sylvia, in a high-handed effort to ' bring him to his senses, as she put it, had promptly divorced him. The 1 move failed. After six months’ I silence on both sides, she had married easy-going Paul Loftus. As long as Larry Keith lived, he : forwarded a monthly sum to Denny; a sum which Sylvia regarded ' as pin money for her own use. Dur-

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ing the first years he had also sent ■ packages of raw furs to his daughter—ermine, beaver, silver fox and white. Sylvia had these fashioned s into magnificent wraps for herself, r excepting only the beaver, which she left for Denny’s little coats bet cause she fancied the fur was un- ) becoming to her. But there was one gift which Syls via could not use. It had arrived on , Denny’s tenth birthday—a small, > fringed and beaded buckskin suit, i snow-white and soft as velvet. “A i barbarous outfit!” was Sylvia’s i laughing comment. Up in her room • Denny had tried it on. The tang • of alder smoke clung to the buckskin, a strange, pungent odor oddly | pleasant. She remembered it still; . and the dark-haired, green-eyed > child in the mirror, who had looked i gravely back at her smoothing down ! the jacket with both hands. • In the pocket she had found a J snapshot of a tail, bareheaded man > in riding breeches and flannel shirt. He stood beside a horse that was . drinking from a river shallow. One arm was upflung in a hailing ges- , ture; the wind was blowing his thick hair back from his laughing face; and there were poplars in the background. Denny, whose ideas of her father had already been molded by Syivia’s careless remarks, studied the picr ture in pleased surprise. Here was 1 no uncouth trapper. He looked like • a polo player. "And—he’s young!” 1 she said to herself. “Younger than j Uncle Paul!” Child though she was, • she felt the allure and vitality of 1 that pictured face. It was almost 3 as if he were calling, beckoning—to 3 her. And she knew that must be 1 the Stikine flowing at his feet. The 3 witch river that had taken him from " Sylvia. Denny, the woman, looking now at , the living waters of the Stikine r flowing past in the twilight, felt a 1 vague sense of unease as she re- ; called how the river had held him

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during all those years he had waited for word from Sylvia. And how, when she had at last called to him, it had kept him from answering by taking him to itself forever. She went swiftly over the events that had led up to the tragedy of his drowning six weeks ago. A year ago Denny had met Mur- , ray Hart, dark, good-looking, two years her senior, and the most carelessly delightful companion any girl could wish. Murray was the matrimonial catch of her particular set. If at times he drank too much, there were many in Denny’s young 1 crowd who did likewise, and Murray was always affable in his cups. He ’ was a driver of swift, foreign-made cars, a seeker for all that was new

and lively; and Denny, thanks to Sylvia’s training, was always ready for any diversion he proposed. Murray fancied himself in the role of patron of the arts. Not that he cared a hoot for art, but he did enjoy the whole-hearted way in which the younger intelligentsia of San Francisco abandoned themselves to pleasure when they did play; and the originality they brought to their gaiety. He was eager that Denny should know his bohemian friends. Chief among these was Madonna Baggs. Murray was no end amused by Madonna, who was several years his senior. "She’s the darndest, most foul-mouthed, most exciting female I’ve ever met,” he told Denny, laughing. She wrote erotic fiction, none of which had yet seen print. Denny met the woman one night at the studio of a sculptor on Telegraph Hill. The evening was memorable, not because of the meeting, but because she and Murray had left the studio to join their own crowd at a yacht-club dance, and there they had realized that they were in love with each other. They planned an immediate marriage and a honeymoon trip around the world. But they reckoned without Sylvia, who was not only appalled by their haste, but deeply hurt “Denny!" she cried. “You know how your father’s haste deprived me of the greatest wish of my life—a cathedral wedding! You know how I have planned, ever since you were born, that you should have all that I missed! Oh, how can you be so cruel to your own mother! So selfish! So disappointing!” By dint of tears and cajoling, Sylvia worked on Murray until he, always prone to avoid controversy, capitulated. (To be continued) Copyrttht* by WHloufhby. Distributed by Klny YMturM SyndlMU, Im.

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10. Can the President of the U. S. pardon a person convicted uni der a state law? 0 — » * TWENTY YEARS AGO TODAY From the Dally Democrat File ♦ — * July jo — Dr. Fred Patterson organizes Boy Scout troop at Willshire. Olen Baker installed as Past Grand of the I. O. O. F. Expected that Co. A will be call ed to Fort Harrison soon. Contracts awarded to Callon Brothers, Indianapolis, for heating plant for new school building for Winninger Brothers, Hartford City, plumbing, $4,060; Halfleld Electric Co., Indianapolis, COMMON ERROR | Never say. “They are going | I I either to England or France;” | 1 " Or t 0 Fwtnce ~ ’ J

SYNOPSIS According to the terms of her father’s will, Denise Keith, a you.-g San Francisco socialite, must visit his hunting lodge. River House, on the Stikine River, in Tarnigan, Canada, before disposing of it. Larry Keith, an outfitter for big game hunters, loved the place and had lived there alone for years because his selfish, pampered wife, Sylvia, refused to spend even one month a year there. When he would not give it up, she divorced him and remarried. Aboard Captain Revelry Bourne’s Stikine Maid enroute to Tarnigan, Denny meets a varied lot of individuals enroute to River House for the hunting season. Among them are Dr. Pool Van Cleve, who is suffering from a nervous breakdown; Rio Care w, wealthy divorcee; Derek Haskell, Larry’s half-breed guide, with whom Rio is enamoured, and Harp MacFarlane, foreman of River House. Harp had spoken about the treachery of the Stikine, praising Bourne’s skill as a navigator, saying he was swift to see and lightning to act. Although Harp’s praise had prejudiced Denny ■gainst Bourne, there was something about the blond captain which attracted her, even though she preferred dark men like her fiance, Murray Hart. As the “Maid” passes the Canadian border, Denl ny’s thoughts go to her father. It was Sylvia’s desire that Denny should have an elaborate marriage which wn indirectly responsible for Larry’s drowning six weeks ago. Denny and Murray had wanted to elope but finally capitulated to Sylvia’s plea that they have a cathedral wedding. CHAPTER VIII Unknown to Denny, until some days later, Sylvia sent a long radiogram to Larry Keith at Tarnigan, setting forth her difficulties and imploring his financial support and presence. Without waiting for a reply, she gave the announcement of the engagement to all the newspapers, with a forecast of the elaborate wedding to follow. Then, via air mail, the answer came from Tarnigan; a terse statement of facts signed by Keith’s foreman, Harper MacFarlane. When Sylvia’s message reached Tarnigan, Keith was absent on a trip, inspecting wilderness hunting camps. An Indian runner had been dispatched with it. On its receipt Keith, in an effort to catch a southbound boat for San Francisco, had ridden hard all night. The river was in flood. Taking a short cut, he had sent his galloping horse over an undermined bank, which gave way. Horse and rider were thrown into the torrent and swept down through a mile-long canyon. Both had been drowned. A copy of Keith’s will was enclosed. He had left everything he owned to his daughter; but should she ever care to sell, there was a buyer for the estate at Tarnigan. A proviso, however, made it necessary that she spend one hunting season at River House before she could consummate a sale of the property. After the first shock, Sylvia had seen in this tragedy the hand of Providence arranging away out of her financial difficulties. “Os course, Denny, you will sell the place at once and we shall use the money for your wedding.” Denny, bludgeoned into a queer mental numbness, had sat listening to her mother’s words until they ran together meaninglessly—cathedral wedding . . . the Bishop . . . white satin ... supper for two hundred . . . orchids, gardenias, white chrysanthemums. Under the circumstances, the program Sylvia laid out was revolting to her. But, as always, Sylvia had her way. “And here I am!” said Denny to herself, as a fragment of song from the galley brought her back to her surroundings.

— electric wiring, $2,738. Francis Schmitt will seek admission to second officers training camp. j Rev. F. G. Rogers, pastor of Baptist church, resigns to accept a : call to a St. Louis church. t LKUAL MITK'K OF in:unu; I'oitw ••’** | Notice Is hereby given I »t til , local Alcoholic Beverage Board W i ’i? tion of the following named peis on,, , reuuestlng the issue to the aPI, cun!t. at the location hereinafter set. nut of the Alcoholic Beverage 1 or- ■ • mlt of the class hereinafter desig-1 . nated and will, at tme *nd « nlace receive information concern , h g the fitness of said applicant, and | the propriety of issuing the Permit applied for to such applicant at 1 the premises named. I Bernard (’lark, 2828 ’> u ( , a ”. en r^ea- 1 tie), 118 North Second Street, Dei a ’ t ur Beer Retailer. I Said investigation will be open to ( | the public, and public participation IS aST Beverage Commission | of Indiana By: JOHN WONAN HUGH A. BAKNHART ' Excise Administrator.

I Shortly before ten o’clock the Maul tied up to the bank. The gangplank was scarcely out before a driftwood fire was shooting geysers t of sparks into the darkness beyond the first line of dusky trees. The I passengers, instead of going to bed, t were going ashore to dance. Denny followed the others through J a grove of cottonwood saplings that grew from the hard-packed sand of an old river bar. She had gone but a few steps into the fire-lighted woods when one of the • nurses told her she must wear moccasins if she wished to dance ' comfortably on the sand. Having bought a pair that morning from a squaw in Wrangell, she ran back to the Maid to put them on. The river boat seemed very quiet ] and deserted as she hastened along . the dimly lighted salon deck to- < ward her stateroom, on the shore j side. She paused a few minutes , at her door to watch another boat , moving up in the darkness. The j Taku Wind, she thought, as it came in to the bank and tied up a few hundred yards below the Maid. Captain Bourne, with Tongass at ( his heels, crossed the gangplank to . the shore. . , He paused on the bank, tucked his thumbs under his belt, and gazed ( down toward the Taku Wind, steadily and with a peculiar quiet ( that again reminded Denny of the relaxed cougar with the watchful eyes. He was looking at a man who took shape in the dusk as he made his way along the bank toward the Maid. The stranger was dark, bareheaded, young, and above medium height; yet in comparison with the long, trira-waisted Bourne , he appeared a trifle heavy and wellfed. The captain stalked to meet him. “Hello, Jack! What are you doing on my river?” His tone was half jocular, half earnest. The other man laughed. “Your ’ river? Since when?” “Do I have to remind you? Ten years ago your dad and mine made a compact—the Bournes would leave the Kama River to the Pages, provided the Pages agreed to keep off the Stikine. It was during the Kama Gold rush—and you netted a good clean-up on the agreement at the time. Your own father proposed the pact.” Jack Page lighted a cigarette and flicked the match into the river before he replied, “Prehistoric stuff, Rev. That agreement between the old gents doesn’t bind you and me. There never was anything in writing, you know,” “Do rivermen need writing to make them keep their words?” “Oh, cut that noble my-word-is-my-bond stuff, Rev. I do business in the modern way.” “Joined the wolf pack, eh?” Bourne’s lip lifted in a slow, jibing smile. “Well, there’s business for only one outfit on the Stikine, Jack. And the Stikine’s mine. Still, there’s no use trying to cut each other’s throats. I’ll buy you out now. Take over the Taku Wind, though she’s not exactly my idea of a river boat, and all. What’s your price, spot cash ?” “No sale. This looks like a good racket to me—and the Kama River’s played out. As for the Taku Wind —she can hand it to the Maid any day.” Bourne shrugged. “I might make you prove that sometime. But that’s not the issue now. Since you won’t sell, what about a little game to settle this? My right against what you claim is yours on the Stikine; loser to sell out to the other.” Page laughed. “By Judas, Rev! You’d take a chance with anything. But I’m no gambler, when it comes to business. So make up your mind, old dear, to have your little pal and schoolmate bucking you on the Stikine next summer. That means—the best white-water man wins. Gamble enough for any one, it seems to me.”

TH E STATK "F INDIANA B ° bert * * W..rln« in the abov» tntltieu n . ( (ls the Adam" ‘ A?; the »an>« 7th day <>t Ji'ii’av ot the I being the Unit JU 'J '"‘.f iobeholiH Xl regular term th* ■ r ( ' n ‘the City den nt the Co “ r ‘H Momhiy, ( 4 »f Decatur, cohhih n» in* . 1937, i i the 6th day ot Septeniher A. D. t plead »ya»«*" "will be I M ld . omplalnt, ■ 4 heard and determined in bls a <(f \Vltne»«, my n»me. 1 2 day . said Court hereto nfflxid, tins o£ J a y REMY BIEItLY, Clerk ‘ Decatur July -, Nathan <'. .... j.,| V 3-10-1? \storiie? f«>r * lw*n**^—L— — —| Notice! I will be out of my office from . July 11 to 25 inclusive. DR. R. E. DANIELS j ■ i

“It’s war, then . (> "Business, that’s ah. Again came a considering silence , which, to the watching Denny, was fraught with drama. She felt » tingling, anticipatory excitement as she measured the rival river cap- , tains facing each other under the Maid's lights. But at a moment when hostile action seemed inevitable, Revelry Bourne placed his bandaged hand on the others shoulder. “Okay, old fruit! he said genially. “Let her ride as she looks. Come along, now, and join i our party. Maybe there’s something , doing in the way of fun.” Denny, with a ridiculous sense of having been cheated, looked a ?ter the two men, who turned into the grove in apparent amity to make their way to the bonfire. Where was Captain Bourne's pride that he could so spinelessly submit to the invasion of this other man ? W here was his vaunted courage? She felt a faint contempt for him and something like indignation against Page. She went ashore so intent on the situation that she didn’t watch where she was going. As a consequence she collided smartly with a man who was prowling in gloomy abstraction through the night. “Oh! Sorry!” she exclaimed, drawing back. It was Doctor Van Cleve. He continued to stand, still and voiceless as a statue, not three feet away. It was too dark to see his face distinctly; but she felt, somehow, that his eyes were fixed on her with an inimical, oddly impersonal regard. Nettled by his unnatural silence she said tartly, “Well! Must you always be trampling me underfoot? At least you might have the courtesy to—” The sentence ended in a gasp. The man had suddenly reached out and gathered her, branches and all, into his arms. She felt his face deliberately seeking hers through the leaves; felt his mustached mouth pressed cruelly and without passion against her lips. But before she could recover her voice, he had set her to one side and stalked off into the obscuring trees. The incredible incident was over so quickly that Denny would have doubted its reality had it not been for her stinging mouth. Outraged, she stood glaring at the point of the man’s disappearance. So this, she thought in furious disgust, was how these Northerners treated a girl the moment she set foot on their land! To be ambushed and pounced upon by a wild man, a man who had never spoken a word to her! To be kissed, moreover, in away that was obviously a punishment rather than a caress! The brute might better have struck her. This, certainly, was in keeping with what her mother had told her about this country. She wanted nothing more to do with these people. She was going back to her and to bed. She had reached the river bank when she suddenly remembered that Doctor Pool Van Cleve was not of the North. Harp had said he was an Easterner. From Philadelphia, of all places! The staid, conventional Quaker City! There was something almost comic in that. Then she recalled Harp’s remark that the doctor had come up here on the verge of nervous prostration. That, no doubt, was the explanation of his extraordinary conduct. Her indignation had ebbed when she paused at the gangplank in the summer darkness, and glanced without enthusiasm, at the deserted decks of the Maid. . . . Music and the sound of voices drifted to her from the bonfire. Lured by the vague expectancy that attends beginnings in strange places, she decided to go back into the grove and find out. (To be continued) Copyright by Barren Willoughby DUtributed by King Fealurea syndicate. Im

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