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(Continued From Our Last Issue) HE fought like the wolf that was his blood brother—lunging, striking down, recoiling out of harm's way, and springing forward to strike again. The old exhilaration and rapture of battle flashed through him as he swung his axe, sending home blow after blow. He danced about the shaggy, bleeding form of the bear, escaping the smashing blows of the bear with miraculous agility. But at last the grizzly lunged too far. Ben sprang aside, just in time. He aimed a terrific blow just at the base of the skull. The silence descended quickly thereafter. The blow had gone straight home, and the last flicker of waning life fled. Ben gtood waiting to see if another blow was needed. Then the axe fell from his hands. For a moment he stood as if dazed. But soon he remembered Fenris and walked unsteadily to his side. The wolf, however, was already recovering from the blow. He had been merely stunned. Once more Ben turned to the mouth of the cavern. Sobbing and white as the moonlight itself, Beatrice met him at the doorway. PART THREE The Taming CHAPTER XIII Fenris Is Restless Ben rose at daybreak, wonderfully refreshed by the night's sleep. His first work was to remove the skin of last night’s invader—the huge grizzly that lay dead just outside the cavern opening. The hour was already past 10, but Beatrice —worn out by the stress of the night before—did not waken until she heard the crack of her pistol. She lay a while, resting, watching through the cavern opening Ben's efforts to prepare breakfast.

"BEX—BEN—DON'T DRINK IT:" SHE CRIED. “GOD HAVE IIERCV ON MY SOUL." Filling one of the two tin plates, he stole into the cavern. Flailing into his mood the girl pretended to be asleep. ■'Wake up, Beatrice,” he commanded, with pretended gruffness. "It's after 10, and you’ve got to cook my breakfast.” She stirred, pretending difficulty in opening her eyes. She opened her eyes to find him regarding her with boyish glee. Then —as a surprise—he proffered the filled plate. The days passed quickly for Ben and Beatrice. They found plenty of work and even of play to pass the time. With his axe and hunting knife Ben prepared a complete set of furniture for their little abode- And for more than a week, Beatrice was forbidden to enter a certain covert lest she should prematurely discover an even greater wonder that Ben was preparing for a surprise. But one morning she missed the familiar sounds of his fire-building. Presently she heard him muttering and grunting as he moved some heavy object to the door of the cave. She hurried into her outer garments and in a moment appeared. It was a hammock, suspended on a stout frame, to take the place of her treebough bed on the cave floor. He had used the grizzly skin, hanging it with unbreakable sinew, and sash-

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ioning it in such a manner that folds of the hide could be turned over her on cold nights. Reading the gratitude in her eyes, Ben's lips broke into a radiant smile. “I guess you've forgotten what day it is,” he said. “Os course, I hardly know the month.” “I’ve notehed each day, you know. And maybe you’ve forgotten on the ride out from Snowy Gulch —we talked ©f birthdays. Today is yours." He walked toward her and her eyes could not leave his. He bent soberly and brushed her lips with his own. Lately Fenris had taken to wandering into the forest at .night, and once his throat and jowls had been stained with dark blood. m ' “It’s getting too tame for you here, old boy, isn't it?” Ben said to him one hushed, breathless night. ‘‘But wait just £ little while (nore. It won't be tame then.” It was true: the hunting party, if they had started at once, must be nearing their death valley by npw. Matters reached a crisis between Fenris and himself one still, warm night in late July. “Go ahead, if you like,’ Ben told him. “God knows it’s your destiny." The wolf seemed to understand, with'a glad bark he sped away and almost instantly vanished Into the gloom. But Fefiris had not broken all ties with the cave. The chain was too strong for that. Fenris had joined his fellows, to be sure, but he still kept watch over the cave. CHAPTER XIV The Poison Plot Beatrice had kept only an approximate track of the days, yet she knew that an attempt to rescue her must be almost at hand. The wolf had gone now to join his fellows. She was not aware of his almost nightly return. Perhaps the fact of his absence gave her an opportunity to save her father from Ben’s ambush. The thought was with her. and she was desperate one long, warm afternoon as she searched for roots and berries in the forest. And all at once her hand reached toward a little vine of black berries, each with a green tuft at the end. As if by instinct, hardly aware of the motion, she withdrew her hand. She knew this vine. It was the deadly nightshade, and a handful V>f the Derries spelt death. She started to look elsewhere. ’ . v j But presently she paused, arrested by an idea so engrossing and yet so terrible that her heart seemed to pause in her breast. , Her father’s life was in imminent danger. Another day might find him stretched lifeless before her. Ben had not hesitated to use every weapon in his power; she should not hesitate now. Eagerly her fingers plucked the black berries. In one of the tin cups Beatrice pressed the juice from the nightshade, obtaining perhaps a tablespoonful of black liquor. To this she added considerable sugar.

Then She concealed the cup in a I cluster of vines, ready for the mo- | merit of need. Then she hastened up the ridge to : meet Ben on his way to the cave, i She waited a few minutes, then I spying his stalwart form at the edge |of the beaver meadow, she tripped down to meet him. She walked to the door of the cave, procuring a handful of dried red-root leaves that she used for tea. Through the cavern opening he saw her drop them into the bucket that served as their teapot. Then she came back for the oiled. | cloth bag that contained the last of ! their sugar. He began to eat his ■ steak. All that he had told her concern- ; ing his war with her father recurred I to her in one v.vid flash. Could It j have been that he had told tli® truth j —that her father and his followers j had been the ariackers in the beginj nlr.g? But even as these thoughts came j to her. she had walked boldly to the | fire and emptied the contents of the j cup into the boiling water in the tea- | pot. ! Them she took the pot off the fire I and poured the hot contents into the | cup that had just held the potion. ! She brought it steaming to Ben’s side. “It’s pretty strong, I’m afraid,” she j told him. "The leaves weren't very j good, and I boiled them too long. I’m afraid you'll find it bitter.” "I'll drink it, if it’s bitter as gall,” he assured her. His hand reached and seized the j handle of the cup. Then she seemed to writhe as in a convulsion. Her voice rose in a j piercing scream. “Ben—Ben —don’t ; drink it!” she cried. “God have mercy j on my soul”’ She reached and knocked the cup from his hand: and its black (Contents, | like dark blood, stained the sandy floor of the cavern- " Never mind. Beatrice,” the man was saying, his deep, rough voice gentle as a woman's. "Don't cry—just forget all about it. Let’s go over to your hammock and rest awhile.” “But you don’t understand—you ; d6n’t know—what I tried to do ” His rugged face lighted as he i smiled, kindly and tolerantly. But her solemn voice arrested him. "Wait. Ben. I want you to know —so you won’t trust me again. The cup—was poisoned.” The man looked at her, in infinite compassion, then came and sat lieside her in the hammock. Rather quietly he took one of her hands. Then he pressed it to his lips. “You’d kiss my hand—after what I did?” "After what you didn’t do.” he corrected They would need fuel in plenty to keep the fire bright tonight. Evidently rain was impending—one of those cold, steady downpours that are disliked so cordially. He went a full 200 yards before he foun<L_a tree to his liking. It was a tough spruce of medium height and just at the edge of the stream. He laid his rifle down, leaning it against a fallen log: then began his work. His blows struck true from habit. Now the tree was half-severed: it was time to cut on the opposite side. Sud denly his ax crashed into yielding, rot tea wood.

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Half of the tree had been rotten, changing the direction of its fall and crashing it down before its time. Ben leaped for his life, ir stinctively aiming for the shelter of the log against which he had inclined his rifle: but the blow came too soon. Ben’s rifle catching the full might of the blow was broken like a match. Ben himself was crushed to earth as beneath a meteor. The rain clouds deepened and spread above his motionless form.

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THE OLD HOME, TOWN—By STANLEY

Beatrice’s dreams were troubled after Ben’s departure into the forest. She opened her eyes; the cavern was deep with shadow. She wondered why Ben did not come into the cave. Was he embittered against her. after all? Her uneasiness was swiftly developing into panic. vm. (Continued in Our Next Issue) Approximately a third of the 1 world’s population is white.

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of Centre College’s football team?” "Why was Rowan chosen to carry the message to Garcia?" “Why is it a mistake to judge a man’s worth b>\his size? A Nation?” Not all the questions contained in the Army’s little booklet are as easy as these. There are posers like the following, which the instructors stand ready to answer in ease of need. For instance, "Who won the war against Germany?” And, "Where does freedom of

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speech end?” Careful study of the 3b urse will reveal the majority of the desired answers. Good students will be ready to answer without a moment's delay that the time to prepare for war is in time of peace and that nineteen amendments to the Constitution have been adopted. “How does a Constitution protect the liberties of a people?” is a question inserted for the purpose of testing the brighter students.