Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 28, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 June 1923 — Page 8

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• BKGIN HERE TODAY. BEN DARBY, a prisoner, is paroled to an old friend of the Darby family because it is proven by a noted alienist that Ben is a victim of amnesia. The old friend, EZRA MELVILLE, takes Ben cn a journey to the Yuga River to locate on a rich claim left by Ezra's dying brother. FURAM MELVILLE. In Seattle lives Jeffery Neil son. leader of Ray Brent and CHAN HEMINYAY, notorious crooks They plan to steal the claim left by Melville and locate there before his brother can arrive Brent is in love with Neilson's beautiful daughter, BEATRICE. who repulses him. When Ezra and Ben arrive at the north woods, the latter's memory suddenly returns. On the road to Snowy Gulch, where they were to procure supplies and call for FENRIS. pet of the deceased Hiram. Ben and Ezra meet a frontiersman. While Ben is otherwise engaged Ezra learns from the traveler that Neiison and bi 6 gang have started toward Hiram's claim. Not wanting to endanger Ben's life. Ezra suggests that Darby go alone to Snowy Gulch, leaving Ezra to travel toward their destination. At Snowy Gulch Ben finds Fenris to be a wolf that has just broken loose and stands ready to destroy a beautiful girl GO ON WITH THE STORY THE fangs were bared, gleaming in foam, the hair stood erect on the powerful shoulders; and instantly Ben recognized its breed. It was a magnificent specimen of that huge, gaunt runner of the forest, the Northern wolf. He knew this breed—this savage, blood-mad. fierce-eyed creature that turned, snarling, at his approach. Fenris was only a fellow wilderness creature a pack brother of the dark forest#, and he had no further cause for fear. "Peri rial" he ordered sharply. "‘Come here!” His voice was comr landing and clear above the animal's *= Tar Is. There followed a curious, long instant of utter silence and infinite suspense. “Down, Fenris,” Ben said again. “Down!”

"THERE'S NOTHING I CAN SAY —TO THANK YOU.” THE GIRL WAS MURMURING. Then slowly, steadily. Ben moved toward him. Watching unbelieving, Morris saw the fierce eyes begin to lose their fire. The stiff hair on the shoulders fell into place, tense muscle relaxed. Ben stood beside him now, his hand reaching. “Down, down.” he cautioned quietly. Suddenly the wolf crouched, cowering, at his feet. Ben straightened to find himself 18PP Say “Bayer” and Insist! L/kimm k EH -*jk Viy/ X 'Senuwe) Unless you see the “Bayer Cross” on package or on tablets you are not getting the genuine Bayer product prescribed by physicians over twentythree years and proved safe by millions for Colds * Headache Toothache Lumbago Earache Rheumatism Neuralgia Pain, Pain Accept “Bayer Tablets of Aspirin” only. Each unbroken package contains proper directions. Handy boxes of twelve tablets cost few cents. Druggists also sell bottles of 24 and 100. Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Monoaceticacidester of Salicylicacid.—Advertisement.

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under a wondering scrutiny by both Morris and the girl. “Good Lord. Darby!” the former exclaimed. “How clid you do it—” Suddenly Ben reached and took the wolf’s head between his hand. Slowly he lifted the savage face till their eyes met. The wolf growled, then, whimpering, tried to avert its gaze. Then a rough tongue lapped at the man’s hand. And now, for the first time, Ben found himself regarding Beatrice. He could scarcely take his eyes from her j face. He knew perfectly that he was : staring rudely, but he was without the 1 power to turn his eyes. Her dark eyes fell under his gaze. “There s nothing I can say—to {hank you,” the girl was murmuring. “I never saw anything like it; it was just as if the wolf understood every word you said.” “Old Hiram had him pretty well trained, I suspect.” The man’s eyes fell to the shaggy form at his feet. “I’m glad I happened along. Miss —” “Beatrice Neiison. I live here.” Neiison! His mind seemed to leap and catch at the name. Just that day he had heard it from the lips of the merchant. And this was the house next door where dwelt his fellow traveler for the morrow. “Then it’s your father —or brother —who’s going to the Yuga—” “No,” the girl answered doubtfully "My father is already there. I’m here alone—” Then the gray eyes lighted and a smile broke about Ben’s lips. Few times in his life had he smiled in quite this vivid way. "Then* it’s you," he exulted, “who is going to be my fellow traveler tomorrow !” CHAPTER VI Hitting the Long Trail Ben found, rather as he had expected, that the girl was not at all embarrassed by the knowledge that they were to have a lonely ail-day ride together. The frontier had taught her to judge men. As daylight broke they started out. down the shadowed street of the lit tie town. “The last we'll see of civilization for a long, long time,” the girl re minded him.

The man thrilled deeply. “And I'm glad of It,” he answered. “Nothing ahead but' the long trail!’ At the very headquarters of Poor Man’s Creek, where the stream had dwindled to a sijver thread between mossy banks. Beatrice and Ben made their noon camp. But it was not to be that this journey should hold only delight for Ben. A half-mile down the river he suddenly made a .most momentous and disturbing discovery. He had stopped his horse to reread the copy of Hiram Melville’s letter, intending to verify his course. Higaze came tc rest upon a familial name. “Look out for Jeff Neiison and hi gang,” the letter read. “They see st.me of my dust.” At first he did not glance at Bea trice. Slowly he folded the letter and put it back into his pocket “I’m going all right." he announced He urged his horse forward. "It seems tojne we must be head ing into about the same country,” Ben went on. “You see. Miss Neiison, I’m going to make my first permanent camp somewhere along this still stretch.” “My father has come to the con elusion that it’s really worth prospect ing. He’s in this same country now.' “I suppose I’ll meet him —I’ll likely meet him tonight when I take you to the cabin on the river. You said his name was—” “Jeffery Neiison.” Ben’s thought flashed to Ezrani. The recovery of the mine had been the old man’s fondest dream, the last hope of his declining years, and this setback would go hard with him. But there would be certain planning, when they met again over their campfire. And there were three of them allied now. Fenris the wolf had come into his service. CHAPTER VII The Wolf Scents Death As twilight darkened to the full gloom of the forest night, Ben and Beatrice rode to a lonely cabin on the Yuga River —one that had' been built by Hiram Melville years past. They had seen a lighted window from afar, marking the end of Beatrice's hard day's ride. “Os course you won't tj-y to go on tonight?” she asked Ben. “You’ll stay at the cabin?” “There likely won't be room for three.” he answered. “But it's a clear night. I can make a fire and sleep out.” They halted at last, and Beatrice saw her father’s form, framed in the doorway. She hastened into his arms; waiting in the darkness Ben could not help but hear his welcome. Many things were doubtful; but there could be no doubt of the love that Neiison bore his daughter. “But why so many horses, Beatrice?” he asked. “You—brought some one with you?” "He's a prospector—Mr. Darby,” the girl replied. “Come here, Ben —and be introduced." Ben had already decided upon his course of action. He knew perfectly that it would only put Neiison on his guard If he stated his true position: and besides, he wanted word of Ezram. “I may have a wrong steer, Mr. Neiison.” he said, “but a man I met down on the river trail, out of Bnowy Gulch, advised me to come here. He said that he had some sort of a claim up here and that his brother left him. and through it was a pocket country, he thought there’d soon be a great rush up this way.” “I hardly know who it could have been that you met,” Neiison began doubtfully. “He didn’t tell you his name—” "Melville. I believe that was it. And if you’ll tell me how to find him, I'll try to go on tonight.” “Melville, eh? I guess I know who you mean now. But no—l don’t know of ar.y claim unless it’s over East, beyond here. Maybe further down the river.” \ Ben nte.de no reply at once; but his mind spad like lightning. Os course NeilsoaAAs lying about the claim; he

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that I talked to him, that hts cabin was somewhere clobo to this one—l thought he said up this creek. ” "There la a cabin up the creek a way,” Nellsen admitted, “but It isn't the one he meant. It's on my claim, and my two partners are living In It. But when he said near to this one, he might have mpant ten miles. That's the way we northern men speak of distance.” He said his farewells to the girl,

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refused an Invitation to pass the night In the cabin, and made his way to the green bank of ths stream. Four hundred yards from the cabin—obscured from both by the thickets—. he pitched his camp. Ben made his Are and unpacked his horses. He confined his riding horse with a picket rope; the others he turned loose. The he cooked a simple meal for himself and the gaunt servant at his heels.

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to Inspiration, that In Fenris lay the answer to his problem. “Fenris, old boy,” the man whispered. “Con you find him for me, Fenris? He's out there somewhere —” the man motioned toward the dark—“and I want him. Can you take me to him?” United States Is using four times as much timber annually as It Is growing.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 13, 1923

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Builds Pocket Nasi LONDON, June 13.—A wren has made her neet in & pooket of on old army blouse. An ex soldier had left the tunio hanging In a sawmill at Llnslade Buck*. Spring-cleaning the Leviathan recently employed more than 1,000 men for five weeks, and two miles of now oa*p turn laid.