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(Continued From Our I-ast Issue) AND Ray's hands fell from her shoulders as he heard the increditable answer from the shore of the lake. "I'm coming, Beatrice," someone said In the coverts. Her cries, uttered when her father fell, had not gone unheard. Ben walked quietly into the circle of firelight and stood at Beatrice's side. But while Ray and Chan gazed at him as if he were a spectre from the grave, Beatrice’s only impulse was one of immeasurable and unspeakable thankfulness. The man was exhausted —helpless in their hands. All Ray’s aims had been attained. With Ben's death the claim, a fourth of which had been his motive when he had slain Ezram, would pass entirely to him —except for such share as he would have to give Chan Neilson lay seriously wounded, perhaps dead by now. Whatever his injuries, he would not go back with them to share in the gold of the claim. The girl, also, was his prey—to do with what he liked. Ben’s face hardened. "There is nothing I can do. now. You came too late. But I would have had something to do if I had my rifle.” “Oh, you depraved dogs!" he told them quietjy and distinctly. "You yellow, mongrel cowards!"

WITH FIENDISH, MANIACAL FURY HE HAD SPRUNG TO AVENGE THE BLOW. Ray straightened, stung by the words. “And I’ll make you wish you was dead before you ever said that." he threatened. “Chan —put a rope around his legs and a gag in his rotten mouth!" They moved toward him simultaneously, and Ben summoned the last jot of his almost-spent strength to hurl them off. They did not need deadly weapons for this wasted form. Yet for the duration of one second Ben fought with an incredible ferocity and valor. But such an unequal battle could last only an instant. Ray focused his attack upon Ben's injured left arm, Chan struck once at the girl, ACHING, rig'lFEET ffK THE minute f" a “Tiz” bath ft, 1 / ljl you feel pain ■M / It | being drawn B jA- if * out and com- ( / T~fi fort just soaking in. How good your *f tired, swollen, burning feet feel. ‘'Tiz” draws out the poisons that cause tender, aching feet. “Tiz” takes all the soreness out of corns and callouses. Get a box of “Tiz” at any drug or department store for a few cents. End foot torture forever — "wear smaller shoes, keep your feet fresh, sweet and comfortable. Doctors WanteT To Operate Mrs. Quiilon Tells How Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Saved Her from an Operation Muskegon, Michigan.—“ After doctoring for eight or nine years with dif--ITI miliiTin ll iil7i~i~"l * erent physicians j|l ** 1 Jill -li I! 111! Ii without anyrelief 111 at all, they said at last that medicine would not reach my case and 1 ipf should have an / operation. I had jljj! |J heard of Lydia E. illl Pinkham’s Vege|Ki": Ml table Compound WL ygg and often saw it a< i ver tised in different papers where some women had suffered just as I did and got well and Btrong again by taking the Vegetable Compound. I decided to Bee what it would do for me, and before I had finished the fourth bottle I was much better, the weakness stopped and the severe pains in my sides left me. I am now much stronger and do my own work and work in the factory besides. I am still taking the Vegetable Compound and give ft all the praise.”—Mrs. Nellie Quillon, 17 Morris St, Muskegon, Mich. Women should heed such warning symptoms as bearing-down pains and weakness, for they indicate some female trouble, and a persistent and faithful use of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound will seldom fail to help.

hurling her to the ground with a base blow, then lashed brutal blows into Ben’s face. The burst of strength ebbed as quickly as it had come: his legs wilted under him, and he sank slowly to the ground. For a few minutes they took little notice of the prone figures at the far edge of the fading firelight. Attention could be given them soon enough. Their own triumph was beginning to give way to deep fatigue. Ben and Beatrice had talked softlv at first, accepting their fate at last and trying to forget all things but the fact of each other’s presence. His right hand held hers close to lps lips, and only she could understand the message in its soft pressure. But presently her gaze fastened on some object In the grass beside him. “I see a way out —for us both." she told him. She knew he -would not misunderstand and dream that she saw an actual avenue to life and safety. "Don’t give any sign.” “Then hurry." he urged. “They may be back any instant. What is it?” “A way to cheat ’em— rto keep ’em from torturing you—and to save me from all the things they’ll do to me—when you're dead. Oh. Ben — you won't fail me —you'll do it for me.” He smiled, gently and strongly. “Do you think I’d fail you now?” “Then reach your good arm on the other side. There's a krifo lying there —your own knife—they knocked out of my hand. You know what to do—first me, in the throat —then yourself." He turned, groping with his hand There was no use of waiting longer. The knife lay just beyond his reach, and softly he moved his body through the grass. But this gate to mercy was closed before they reached It. A sudden flaring of the fire revealed them —the gleam of the blade and Ben's stretch ing hand—and Ray left his log in a swift, catlike leap. With a sharp oath Ray crushed the blade into the ground with his heel; then kicked viciously at the prone body of his enemy. His eye fell on a long, heavy club of spruce that had been out for fuel. He bent and his strong hands seized It. As he swung it high the girl leaped between —with a last, frantic effort, wholly instinctive —to shield Ben’s body with her own. Chan had followed Ben. and sharing Ray's fiendish mood, jerked her aside. Yet it was to be that Ray's mur derous blow was never to go home A mighty and terrible ally had come to Ben's aid. He came pouncing from * the darkness, a gaunt and dreadful avenger whose code of death was as remorseless as Ray's own. It was Fenris the wolf, and he had found his master at last. Missing him at the accustomed place in the cave, he had trailed him to the lake margin; a smell on the wind had led him the rest, of the way. like a ghost he had glided almost to the edg of the firelight, lingering there—until he had made up his brute mind in regard to the strangers In the camp. But he had waited only until he saw- Ray kick the helpless form before him—that of the god that Fenris. for all the wild had claimed him, still wor shiped in his Inmost heart. With fiendish, maniacal fury he had sprung to avenge the blow. And his three followers, trained by the pack law* to follow- where he led. and keyed to the highest pitch by their leader's fury-, leaped like graydemons of the 'pet m his wake. Asa young tree breaks and goes down in the gale. Ray Brent went down before the combined attack of the wolves. Before ever Ray fell, Ben had taken what measures of self defense he could in case the pack, forgetting its master’s master, might turn on himself and the girl. He had reached the knife hilt and severed the ropes about the girl’s wrists. “Stay behind me," he cautioned. “Don’t move a muscle." He saw Chan go down, seemingly in a single instant, and he braced himself against attack. “Down, Fen ris!” he shouted. “Down —get down"' The great wolf started at the voice, then stood beside the fallen, gazing at Ben with fierce, luminous eyes. “Down. down, boy.’’ Ben cautioned, in a softer voice. "There, old fellow —down —down." Then Fenris whined in answer, and Ben knew that he was no longer to be feared. The three lesser wolves seemed startled, standing in a nervous group, yet growling savagely and eyeing him across the dying fire. Fenris trotted slowly toward Ben, but with the true instincts of the wild his followers knew that this was no affair of fangs and death. He came in love, In a remembered comradeship, just as often he had led them to the mouth of the cavern, and they did not understand. They slowly backed away into the shadows, fading like ghosts. Ben’s arms, in unspeakable gratitude. went about the shoulders of the wolf- Beatrice, sobbing uncontrolably, yet swept with that infinite thankfulness of the redeemed, crept to his side. Fenris whined and shivered in the arms of his god. Quietude came at last to that camp beside the lake, in the far, hidden heart of Back There. The wolves had gone. Fenris’s three brethren had slipped away, perhaps wholly mystified and deeply awed by their madness of a moment before; and from the ridge top they had called for their leader to join them. He had done his work, he had avenged the base blow that had seemed to strike at his own wild heart, he had received the caress he had craved—and there was no law for him to stay. The female called enticingly; the wild game was running for his pleasure on the trails. Ben had watched the struggle In his fierce breast, and Beatrice's eyes were soft and wonderfully lustrous in the subdued light as she gave the wolf a parting caress. He could not deny the call of his followers on the ridge. It was like a chain, drawing him remorselessly to thorn. Whining, he had sped aw-ay into the darkness. The fire had been built up. Beatrice had rallied her spent strength by full feeding of the rich, dried meat, and had done what she could for Neilson’s injury. Ben. exhausted, had lain ■ ttjwn In some of the blanket* of his

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enemy’s outfit. Nielson was not mortally hurt. The bullet had coursed through the region of his shoulder, missing his heart and lungs, and although he was all but unconscious, they had every reason to believe that u few weeks of rest would see him well again. Beatrice bathed the wound, bandaged it the best she could, then covered him up warmly and let him go to sleep. And the time came at

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last, long past the midnight hour, that she crept once more to Ben’s side. There was little indeed for them to say. The stress of the night had taken from them almost all desire to talk. But Ben took her hand in his feebly, and held it against his lips. “We’re safe now.” Beatrice told him, her eyes still bright with tears. “We’ve seen it through, and we’re safe.”

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Presently she saw that he was trying to speak to her, whispering; trying to draw her ear down to his lips. She smiled, with an infinite tenderness. Dimly though he spoke, she heard his every word. “I love you,” he told simply. He watched her face, as intently as the three wise men watched the east, for a sign. And he saw it, clear and ineffably wonderful, in the stars that ,came into her eyes.

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"I love you,” she answered, with equal simplicity. They lay a while In silence, blissful in this wonder each had for the other, wholly content just that their hands and lips should touch. The same miracle Was upon them both, and the girl’s thought, ranging far, seized upon a deep and moving discovery. "All this belongs to us,” she told him, indicating with •one movement of her arm the bound-.

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leas solitudes about them. “This is Our own country, isn’t it, Ben? We can’t ever—go away.” The fire burned down. The moon wheeled through the sky. The tall spruce saw the dawn afar and beckoned. THE END. In South America there is a race of cats which does not know how to meow.

THURSDAY. JUNE 21, 1923

-By ALLMAN

—By AL POSEN

Chicago public school teacher i board of education the following essay by a Norwegian boy in her class; “What a wonderful bird the frog arel When he stand he sit, almost. When he hop he fly, almost. He ain’t got no sense, hardly. He ain't got no tail, hardly, either. When he sit he sit on what he ain’t got, almost.” Princess Mary recently Introduced jazz mucio at a, London dinner party;