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BEGIN HERE TODAY N* BEN DARBY, a prisoner, is examined in the presence of GOVERNOR MeNAMARA by a famous ailienlst named • FOREST The governor is convinced that the convict is a victim cf amnesia and paroles Darby to EZRA MELVILLE, an old friend of the prisoner. The two men journey to Seattle where Melville unfolds his plans to Ben and shows him a letter from his brother. HIRAM MELVILLE, written on the iat-' tcr's death bed. The letter stated \ that while prospecting near the Yuga River he had come upon a pocket worth nearly a quarter of a _ million dollars. Hiram begged that his brother come immediately and take possession of the claim, the only condition being that Ezra should care for his pet. Penris. Melville offers Ben a free partnership and Ben accepts with deepest gratitude. Ray Brent is in love with Beatrice. He meets lier in front of a hotel and offers to escort her home. GO ON WITH THE STORY RAY BRENT’S voice had an undeniable ring of power. It was deeply bass, evidently the voice of a passionate, reckless, brutal man. The man fell in beside her, his powerful frame overshadowing hers. “You’re just letting me because I’m going up there anyway, eh?" he asked. The girl paused, as if in appeal. “Ray. we’re thrashed that out long Ago.” she responded. “I wish you wouldn’t keep talking about it. If you want to walk with me—” “All right, but you’ll he changing your mind one of these days.” Ray’s voice rang in the silence, indicating utter indifference to the fact that many of the loungers on the street were listening to the little scene. They followed the board sidewalk into the shadows, finally turning in at a ramshackle, three-room house. The girl turned to go in, hut the man held fast to her arm. “Wait just a minute. Bee.” he urged. “I’ve got one thing more to say to you.” AS HE FREED HER. HER STRONG, SLENDER ARM SWUNG OUT AND - UP. “When I want something. I don’t know how to quit till I get it. It’s part of my nature. Your pop knows that—and that’s why he’s made me his. pardner in a big deal.” “The strong man gets what he wants—and I want you. And I’ll get you, too—just like I get this kiss.” But she was a northern girl, trained to self-defense. As he freed her, her strong, slender arm swung out and up—with really startling force. “You little—devil!” The tempest of the forest was upon her, and her eyes blazed as she hastened around the house. CHAPTER 111 Beatrice Nei lson's Faith Jeffery Neiison and Chan Heminway were already in session when Ray Brent, his face flushed and his eyes still angry and red. joined them. Neiison a tall, gaunt mgn. well past fifty—from his manner evidently the leader of the three. He had heavy, grizzled brows and rather quiet eyes. Notorious as he was through the northern provinces he was infinitely to be preferred to Chan Heminwav. who sat at his left, who, a weaker man than either Ray or Neiison, was samply a tool in the latter’s hand. “Where’s Beatrice?" Neiison asked at once. ’I thought I heard her voice.” Ray searched for a reply, and in the silence all three heard the girl's tread as she went around the house. ‘‘She’s going in the back door. Likely she didn't want to disturb us.” Ray looked up to find Neilson’s eyes firmly fixed upon his face. Try hard as he might he couldn't restrain a surge of color in his cheeks. “Yes, and what’s the rest of it?” Neiison asked.

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"Nothing—l know of.” ’’You've got some white marks on yeffir cheeks —where it ain’t red. The kid can slap, can’t she—” Ray. flushed deeper, but the lines of Neilson’s face began to deepen and draw. Then his voice broke in a great, hearty chuckle. ‘“Cool down, boy—wait till you hear everything I’ve got to tell you, and you’ll feel better. Os course, 'you know what It’s about—” “I suppose Hiram Melville’s claim.” “That’s it.' You know he's always had an Idea that the Yuga country was worth prospecting, but we always laughed at him. Os course it Is a pocket country: hut it's my opinion he found a pocket that would i make many a placer look sick, be- ! sere he died.” “But he might have got the nug- ! gets somewhere else—” “Hold your horses. Where would \he get ’em? There's something else suspicious too. He wrote a letter. I the day before he died, arid addressed iit to Efcra Melville. He must just i r.bout got it by now. He had the clerk i mail it for him, and got him to witness it, saying It was his will—and what did the old hound have to will ■ except a mine? Next day he wrote another letter somewhere too —but I didn’t find out who it was to." “I should say It was worth a trip.” Ray agreed. “And a fast one, too. Ezra Melville will be showin’ up one of these days. We want to be settin’ pretty when he comes.” "You’ve got the idea. It ought to he the easiest job we ever did.” Ray was lost in thought. “There's an old cabin up that way somewhere—on the river. If his brother does come up. he’ll find us In possession—and nothing to ,do but go back. So tomorrow we'll load up and pack horses and light out.” “Up Poor Man creek, through Spruce Pass —” “Sure. Then over to the Yuga. Old Hiram was hunting down some kind of a scent In the vicinity of that old cabin you speak of. last heard of him.” i “All easy enough.” Ray agreed. He paused, and a queer, speculative look came into his wild-beast's eyes. “But what I don't see—how you can figure all this is going to help me out with Beatrice.” Jeffery Neiison turned in his chair. “You can't, eh? You need spectacles. “We'll need someone to cook and look after us, when we get up there Who should It be but Beatrice? She wouldn't want to stay here- you know how she loves the woods. There wouldn’t be any of the other boys up there to trouble you. You’d have a clear field.” At a little town } at the end of steel Ben and Ezram ended the first lap of their Journev. A canoe was bought for a reason able sum—they were told they had a good chance of selling it again when they lerr tne river near Snowy Gulch. For a ridiculously small sum. which he mysteriously produced from the pocket of his faded jeans, Ezram bought a second-hand rifle—an an cient gun of large caliber, but of en during quality—and a box of shells to match. “Old Hiram left me a gun. but we’l' each need one,” Ezram explained. They would have need of good canoe craft before the journey's end. the villagers told them. Ezram had not boasted of any such ability, and at first Ben regarded the plan with considerable misgivings. And It was with the most profound amazement ' that, when they pushed off. he saw Ezram deliberately seat himself in the bow, leaving the. more important place to his young companion. “Good heavens. I'll capsize you in a minute,” Ben said. “How do you dare risk It—” “Push off and stop botherin’ me." Ezram answered. “There's a paddle —go ahead and shoot ’er.” The waters caught the ednoe, speed ing it down stream:* and In apprehension of immediate disaster Ren seized the paddle. Swiftly he thrust it into the streaming water at his side. “Do you rememhei- when you shot the Athabaska Rapids?" Ezram had asked. It was all clear enough. In that life t had was forgotten he had evidently lived much in a canoe, knowing every detail of river life. Late afternoon, and they worked closer to the shore. And now, in the gray of twilight, Ezram saw the place to land. It was a small lagoon into which a creek emptied, and beyond was an open meadow, found so often and so unexpectedly in the North woods. Swiftly Ben turned the canoe into shore. All at once a great clarity seemed to take possession of Ben's mind. Here, in these forests, were the stimuli of which Forest, the alienist, had spoken; and his brain seemed to leap, as in one Impulse, to the truth. Suddenly he knew the answer to all the questions and problems that had troubled him so long. He sprang up. his eyes blazing. “I remember everything." an inaudible voice spoke within him. Then he whispered, fervently, to his familiar wilds. “And I have come home.” CAPTER IV. A Bolt From the Blue Everything was as it should be, as ( he and Ezram made the camp. “It's all come clear again,” he told Ezram. He remembered now that Ezram had always been the most intimate friend of his own family; a spry old godfather to himself and young sister, a boon companion to his once successful rival. Ben’s father. Ben did not wonder, now, at his own perplexity when Forest had spoken of “Wolf" Darby. That was his own name known throughout hundreds of square miles of forest and in dozens of little river hamlets in an Eastern province. The journey ended at last. They saw the white peak they had been told to watch for. and soon after they came to a green bank from which the forest had been cut away. They pushed up and made landing on the hanks of a small stream. This stream, Ezram knew, was Poor Man'sP’reek. the stream of which his brothem had written- and which they must to reach Spruce Pass.

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Only five miles distant, in a quartering direction from the river, was Snowy Gulch, the village where,, they were to secure supplies and, from Steve Morris, the late Hiram’s gun and his pet, Fenris. Before they were fully unpacked they made out the figure of a middleaired frontiersman, his back loaded, advancing up the road toward thi'm. “Howdy,” Ezram began pleasantly. “Howdy,” the stranger replied. “How was going’?”

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

“Oh, good enough.” “Come all the way from Saltsville?” (Continued in Our Next Issue) Tougher for Crooks! PARIS, June 11.—Paris police are going to be sure of finger prints. To study them better, the departmenthas installed an apparatus which magnifies them ten times before projecting them on*a table.

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Chinese coolies for work on sewage contracts In this vicinity- The company expects to have a gang of 200 coolies at work shortly. Officials of the company stated that scarcity of unskilled labor caused them to advertise for help and a labor agency funished the Chinese. Where the agency obtained the coolies is not known. The men are being employed to fill in the trenches after sewer pipe has

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

been laid. The work is in connection with the building of a main stem sewer running by way of Jersey City from Dover to the reservoir at Boonton. The coolies are paid 45 cents an hour. They work ten hours a day, seven days a week. They are transproted to and from their work in the vehicles of the construction company. Domiciled on a farm about a mile from the center of the aity, they have their own commissary and are aagre-

MONDAY, JUNE 11, 1928

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gated after the day's work. Lieutenant of Police J. W. Bart said! there had been some grumbling among trades unionists because of the presence of the Chinese, but no action had been taken. There is talk of a protest meeting. Birds are as sensitive to colors as are human beings, but fish respond most readily to green and yeUQw Ughta