Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 142, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 October 1922 — Page 8

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STNOPSIS Alone in her etep-fathere camp in thè Odiroiidacks. with STATE TROOPER STORMONT on guani J’tside. is beautiful STRAYER, thè nymph of thè foreste d thè soie iufluence for good ir. thè ime-st&ined career of her atep-father. E CLINCH. Under Eves pilìow was Ìhe geni of priceless worth. thè ìTaming ewel. flrst stolen from thè KiOCNTESS OF ESTHONIA by thè internar tlonal thief, QUINTANA. and etolen in tura trota Quintana by Mine Clinch. And now. outside in thè foresi, men tracked one another with rifles. Quintana had returned to regain thè .ewel Clinch had sworn to wipe out his gang. And there a-so was JAMES DARRAGH. under thè narri e of KAL SMITH, who had sworn to r-gtore thè geni to thè now beggared countess. Creeping like a suake outside was thè murderod. KARL LEVERETT. who had betrayed lìrst Clinch and then Quintana to gain thè jewi-1 for himscif. Drcanring of no harm. Ève thought oi thè new enioliou in her heart, her audden love for Trooper Stornvout. CHARTER V She saw him walk away—saw his shadowy, well-built forra fade into thè starlit mist. An almost uncontrollable impulse set her throat and lips qulvering with desire to cali to him through thè right, "I do love you! I do love you! Come back quickly, quiekly!—” The girl turncd from thè window, looked a; thè door for a moment, then her face llushed and she walked toward a chair and seated herself, leaving thè door unbolted. For a little while she sat upright, alert, as though a little frightened. Aster a few moments she folded her hands and sat unstirring with lowered head awaiting Destiny, It carne noiselessly. And so swiftly that thè rush of air from her violently opened door was what flrst startled her. For in thè same second Earl Leverett was upon her in his stockinged i feet one bony hand gripping her ] nfouth, thè other flung around her, 1 pinning both arma to her sides. “The packet!” he panted, “ —quick. yeh dirty little cat, ’r’ll break yeh head off’n yeh damn neck!” She bit at thè hand that he held crushed against her mouth. He lifted her bodily, flung her on to thè bed. and, twisting sheet ;md quilt around her. swathed her to thè throat. Stili controlling her violently dis-1 torteti lips with his loft hand and | holding her so, one knee upon her. he ì i-eached back, unsheathed his hunting j knife and pricked her throat till thè blood spurted. “Xow, gol ram yeh!” he ivhispered fiercely. “where’s Mike's packet? Yel', and I'il hog-stick yeh fur fair: Where is it. you dum thing!” He took his left hand from her mouth. The distorted, scarlet lips writhed iiick. display in g her white ! teeth clenched. “ Where’s Mike's bundle!” he repea*.td. hoarse with rase and fear. “You rat!” she gasped . At that he clost-d h*r mouth again. j and again he pricked her with his I knife cruelly. The blood welled up | on to thè sheets. “Xow. by God:" he said in a ghast- j v voice, “unswer or I’il hog-stick yeh next time! Wliere is it? Where' ivhere.”’ She only showed her teeth in an- ! swi-r. Her eves rtamed. “Where! Quick! Gol ding yeh, IH j hove tbis knife in behind your ear | if you don’t teli! Go on. Where is ; it? It’s in this dump scm’ers. 1 i know it is—don’t Ile! You want that j i shou'd sti<‘k voti good? That what you want —you dirty little dump-slut? \ Ve!l tbrn. gol ram yeh—l’ll fix yeh iike Quintana was almin’ at " He slit thè sheet downward from her imprisoned knees, seized one wounded foot and tried to slash thè òandages.

“I'll cut a coupla toes offri yeh.” ho snarled. “ —l'll hamstring yeh fur keeps!”—struggling to mutilate her while she flung her lielpless and entangled body from side to side and bit at thè hand that was almost suf focatlng her. Unable to hold her any longer, he -=eized a pillow, to bury thè venomous irtle head that writhed, biting. under ìis clutoh. As he lifted it he saw a packet ly;ng under lt. “By God!” he panted. As he seized lt she screamed for thè first timo: "Jack! Jack Stormenti”—and fairly hurled her helpless little body at Leverett, striklng him full In thè face witn her head. Ilalf stunned. stili elutehing thè packct, he tried to stab her In thè stomach: but thè armor of bedclothes turned thè knife. although his vloler.ee dashed all breath out of her. Sick with thè agony of it. speech lesa, she stili made thè effort; and as he stumbied to his feet and turned to escape. she struggled upright, choking. blood running from thè knife pricks in her neck. With thè remnant of her strength. and stili writhlng and gasplng for breath, she tore herself from thè and blankets, reeled across thè room to where Stormont’s rlfle stood, tnrew In a cartridge, dragged herself to thè wlndow. Dlmly she saw a running figure In thè night mist, flung thè rifle across thè wlndow sili and fired. Then she fired agaln—or thought she did. There were two shots. “Ève!” carne Stormont’s sharp cry, “what thè devll are you trying to do to me?” His cry terrified her; thè rlfle clattered to thè floor. The next lnstant he carne running up thè stalrs, bare-headed. heavy plstor swlnglng, and halted, horrlfied at the elght of her. “Ève! My God!” he whlspered. taking her blood-wet body lnto his arms “Go aster Leverett.” she pasped “He’s robbed daddv. He’s running away—out there —somewhere —" “Where did he hurt you, Ève—my . little Ève —” “Oh, go! go’.” she wailed—‘T’m not bnrt. He only pricked me with his ■ knife. I’m not hurt, I teli you. Go 1 aster him! Take your pistol and follow him and kill him!” “Oh!” she cried hysterically, twisting and sobbing in his arms, “don’t '.ose time here with me! Don’t stand bere while he s running away with Oad’s money!” And, “Oh—oh —oh! | -she sobbed, collapsing in his arms nd clinging to him conv.ulsively as te carried her to her tumbled bed and ald her there. “Dad’s money was under my ptlow,” 6he wailed. “Leverett tried to me teli where lt was. I wouldn’t ani he hurt me—” “How?”

“He pricked me w-ith his knife. Whgn I screamed for you he tried to choke me with thè pillow. Didn’t you hear me scream?” “Yes. I carne on thè jump.” “It was too late!' she sobbed; " —too late! He saw thè money packet under my pillow and he snatched it and ran. Somehow I sound your rifle and tìred. I flred twice.” Her only bullet had torn his campaign hat from his head. But he did not teli her. “Let me see your neck,” he said, bending closer. She bared her ' throat, making a soft. vague complaint like a hurt bird —lay there whimpering under her breath while he bathed thè blood ' away with lint, sterilized thè two cuts from his emergency packet, and bound them. He was stili bending iow over her when her blue eyes unclosed on his. “That is thè second time l've tried to kill you,” she tvhispered. “I thought it was Leverett * * • I’d have died if I had killed you.” There was a silence. “Lie very stili,” he said huskily. “I’il be back in a moment to rebandage your feet and make you comfortable for thè night.” ”1 can’t sleep.” she repeated deso lately. “Dad trusted his money to me and l've let Leverett rob me. How can I sleep?” “I’il brìng you something to make : you sleep.” “I can’t!” “I promise you you will sleep. Lie i stilL” He rose, went away downstairs : and out to thè barn, where his canipaign hat lay in thè weeds, drilled I through by a bullet. There was something else lying . there in thè weeds —a fiat, muddy, ' shoeiess shape sprawllng grotesquely in thè foggy starlight. One hand clutched a hunting knife; j thè other a packet. Stormont drew thè packet from thè sliff fingerà, then turned tlie body over. and. flashing his electric torch, j t xamined thè ratty visage—what re- j tnained of it —for his pistol bullet had crashed through from ear to cheekbone, almost obliterating thè traprobber's features. Stormont carne slowlv into Eve's room and laid thè packet on thè sheet beside her. “Xow,” he said, “there is no reuson for you to lie awake any longer. 111 fix you up for tlie night.” Deftly he unbandaged, bathed. j dressed, and rebandaged her slim vhite feet —little wounded feet so lovely. po exquiscite that his hand irembled as he touched them. “How did you get back dad’s money?” she asked in tjn odd, emouonless way as though too weary for furtlier surprises. “I li teli you in thè morning.” “Did you kill him? I didn’t hear your pistol..” “ITI teli you all nbout it in thè riorning. Good night. Ève.” As he bent ove her, she looked up into his eyes and put both arms around his neck. It was her first kiss given to any man. except Mike Clinch. Aster Stormant had gone out and c’osed thè door. she lay very stili lor a long while. Then. instinctlvely, she touched het Ups with her fingere: and. at thè contact, a blush clothed her from brow to ankle. The Flaming Jewel in its morocco casket under her pillow burned with ' no purer lire than thè enchanted j fiume glowing in thè Virgin heart of i Ève Strayer of Cllnch's Dump. (To Be Continued.)

CANADA'SWHEAT MOPSTUPENDOUS Loaded Trains, Five Minutes Apart, Would Take 252 Days to Pass. MONTREAL, Oct. 24.—How large is Canada's wheat crup this year? To the man on the Street the fact that Canada has a crop of over 340.000,000 bushels means little more than a mere jumble of flgures. But, if you were to teli him that if Canada’s crop of wheat this year was ground into flour and made into bread. there would he enough to supply every man, woraan i and child in England with a loaf of .•e. rhlng twenty-four ounres, a day for a whole year, or a similar j ration to the entire population of the ; United States for four months. he would gain a clearer idea of the enor- j uious crop of wheat that Canada has j produced. With a minimum wheat yleld of 343.000.000 bushels, statistica show that this quantity is equivalent ! to 20,580,000.000 pounds of wheat. or j ■ i 000 tona or 73.500,000 barrels i of flour, which eould be made into 12,862.500,000 loaves of bread, weighlng twentv-four otinces each. Nearly everybody has read of the march of the German soldiers through Brussels and how H took several hours for the troops to pass a given point. This event was said to be j unlque in the annals of military his- ; : imagine 7,350 trains { running at intervals of five minutes ; apart, taking 252 days to pass a given poini. That is just how long it would : take 257,250 forty-ton grain cars load- j ed lo capacity to move Canada’s 1922 ; wheat crop. Placed end to end, these j cars would make a train 1.946 miles : long, or one extendlng from Montreal to n point twentv six miles west of Swift Current, Saskatcht wan, or from j New York to Denver, Colo. Allowing . thirty-five cars to a locomotive, it ' would require 7,350 to haul 257,250 j cars. which would make a total length ‘ of cars and locomotives combined of j 2,060 miles. The largest trans-Atlantle freight ! carrier of the Canadian Pacific Steam- j ships, Ltd., is the S. S. Bosworth, with a capacity of 352,000 bushels of wheat. It would take 974 steamships of the ! Bosworth’s capacity to carry the ; wheat crop of the prairle province;- ! aross the ocean. Taking the Bostvorth’s gross tonnage at ahout 6.600. this would mean a fteet of 5,844.000 gross tons. of the largest fieet i*i th world with the exception of the United States and the United Kingdom.

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