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FORLORN ISLAND > Vlti' \.?V. ? t* ?.? ? ? I ?' By Edison Marshall Coprrtfht by Kdlxon ViniMfl ' WNU SerVlOS SYNOPSIS With his yacht, the Intrepid, prac tical ly abandoned by Its crew, Felix Horton, millionaire, with his mother, his daughter Nan, and Hoy Stuart, puts Into' Squaw Harbor, Alaska, to recruit. Vailing to secure sailors, Horton en* Sages a bunch of nondescripts strand ad there. A vl van tic Pole called San donar, deaf but not dumb, to their leader. Captain Waymlre, the Intrepld's skipper, Is an old friend of Eric Erlcs ?en, unemployed, but holding master's papers, and he engages to sail as chief officer. Horton Is seeking uncharted Islands of which he has heard. Nan and Eric indulge In a moonlight fllrta tlon, which brings them both to the threshold of Interest In each other, If not of love. The Intrepid ts deliberate ly wrecked by one of Sandomar's crowd. Eric takes command of a small boat, in which are Horton, his mother and daughter, Nan's maid, Marie, and Roy Stuart. Unable to help, they watch Sandomar kill Captain Waymlre and leave the ship with his crowd. Way mlre has thrown Eric a revolver. Aleut Indians help the party ashore. From one of them, speaking a little English, Brio learns there is no communication with the outside world. CHAPTER IV ? Continued "Name, she Aleut word mean 'Place Where-Everythlng-Gone-Away.' Che chaquo no say'm." "Forlorn Island." Eric spoke quietly. "Fits It pretty well, I should say," Roy said. "Chechaquo, how do near-* ly sixty people manage to live here?" "We catch salmon, sea-lion sometimes, roots, berries, birds, in sea we catch seals, halibut, codfish. But we no dare Co out very far from harbor, bad cur rents take bldarka Into rocks. So fish, halibut, codfish mighty scarce. Sixty people get along ; more than sixty, everybody go hungry. So we no have more than sixty." He spoke calmly, casually, and Eric Watched him with steely, narrowed eyes. "How do you manage it ? not to have more than sixty?" "We keep count. When one baby more than sixty born, he die. Mother, she cry sometime, but she know do no good. Other women, they pilt baby out on beach, wind she blow, baby no live long." "Rather like an exclusive club," Roy said grimly. "Someone has to die off before another can get In. But don't look so shocked, Erlcssen, Plenty of primitive people practice Infanticide ? some of the Eskimos, for instance ? but it's usually haphazard. This is very new and interesting, keeping an exact count." "It's horrible! When the popula tion gets too large, why can't some of the men defy the danger and strike out for new lands? That's the way real men do." "And get themselves drowned? That's romanticism? in contrast with good horse sense. The only thing that Is troubling me is that now the popu lation is seventy-six." Presently Chechaquo led them to the church. Of the light that some far-sailing Russian zealot had brought to Forlorn island nearly two centuries before, only a dim glimmer remained. In the front half of a two-room turf house wap a crude stone altar, a sliver ikon in the repousse work of old Mos cow, and one gold candlestick. Here the Aleuts came to chant the prayers they did not understand, to the white man's God on whom they had grafted their own animal gods and their devils of sea and storm. In the rear room lived Fireheart, direct descend ant of the priest, and custodian of the magic he passed down. She came out at once, a slender jfirl with slanted black eyes, her tawny skin scarcely darker than Nan's golden tan. Only a drop of white blood flowed in her veins, but Jt had refined her features and quickened her mind. She gazed at the two white men half In owe, half In exultation. "Fireheart make prayer for you to come," she told them fn soft, throaty tones. "Prayer, him answered. God, he big, strong god, give Fireheart what she want." "But why, Flr.eheart?" Roy asked. "What did you want of white people?" "Fireheart, she hear stories pass down from priest. She think, dream, wonder about white man's country; think, pray maybe sometime white people come here. So she make Che chaquo talk white man's talk, so she ready when they come. She heap lonely; tired of little Island; think maybe white man come, take her away." Turning from Roy, she caressed Eric's bare arm. "Fireheart think your skin heap pretty, heap smooth, too, like otter fur." What might be a jealous gleam came Into her slanted black eyes. "Fireheart see two whlto girls come in boat, with old woman. Maybe one your wife?" Roy broke in quickly "Neither is bts wife, but the girl with the curly dark hair will be my wife soon." "Fireheart no care about you. I no see yoti come In dream, I see tall man, with eyes like sea, with skin like snow." She reached a brown hand and stroked Eric's cheek. "Yoti no marry other girl. By'm'by maybe you marry me? Fireheart, priestess of lost people? and we have baby with skin like snow, too." , Fireheart 's black eyes were brim ming, and Eric must answer them Straight. "A white man does not imarry until he Is in love," ho told her "Love comes to him when it 4NMBM ; he has no power to seise it, or to make It go.H "Then you no see fireheart In dream, like I see you? But you see her now, maybe you catch love .soon. Her arms, they strong ? they hold you tight. She young, and she white girl, like you. And she no say th'ls to any man before." When Eric and Roy were out of hearing, each got the first real glimpse of the other's soul. They respected each other deeply, they could work together toward certain ends, yet they were as remote as pine and palm. Eric had Inherited the Idealism of the North. The basis of his strength was character. But Roy's guiding light was logic. He was ruled and guided by his brain, never his heart. His superior Intellect ran cold as an electric dynamo. He could be kindly, brave where bravery was something more than a tradition, biJt he took life as he found it, made the best of It, and never gazed beyond. Which of these two types have con tributed most to civilization ? the In tellectual or the emotional, the realist or the dreamer? Which Is most Im portant In the ultimate destiny of mankind? Which would triumph In this Island adventure ? a re-enactment, on a small scale, of man's long war with savagery and the raw powers of nature? Only time could tell. "Erlcssen, this girl Is our one hope,** Roy said. "If you'll play your part, we can be free In two months. She's fallen In love with you at first sight whatever that means ? and as priestess, she controls the Island. If the young men of the tribe would go with us, we could reach civilization. You know that, as well as I. They could feel their way In a dozen covered kayaks; a good many would -be lost, but some would be sure to find the strait." "Throw their lives away to save our own skins? That's what it amounts to." "What of it? An Inbred, hopeless handful of savages. Eric, we must look after ourselves first ? and our women ? that's the first law of life." "But I'd have to play square with Flreheart. She's no common squaw ? to these people she's a semi-sacred be ing, whose virginity Is closely guarded ? and the only way I could Induce her to raise the taboo would be to marry her In her own church, and take her with me to the outside world." "Oh, you'd have to pretend It was the real thing. But for you the cere mony would be an empty form ; when we reached the first settled Island, we could buy her a lot of new dresses, a phonograph If she wanted It, and leave her happy. . . . And really, she's not a bad looking girl. She'd make your stay here very pleasant." Eric's blue eyes had a cold shine. "You can drop that, Stuart. I wouldn't break trust with Flreheart even If we don't leave here for the rest of our natural lives. If I married her here In her church, I'd stand by It, but I'm not going to cross my blood with Aleuts to save you or anyone else." A cynical gleam came Into Roy's cold eyes. "It's plain that Horton and I will have to take matters Into our own hands. We can't rely on you ; you're too d ? d gallant. And I warn you that our methods may be a lot tougher on your Aleut friends than a little romance with a squaw." They returned to the barabnra to find their comrades rolled In blan kets, asleep. Sandomar's gang were roaming about the Island, fraternizing with the natives, saving their strength for trials certain to come. Eric Rnd Roy flung themselves down on the fur robes and rested, too. It was mid-afternoon 1 before they had all wakened, rubbed their eyes, and definitely crossed the border be tween life-like dreams and fantastic reality. Nan now demanded that she know the worst. "I'm grown up, and able to stand It. Are we going to spend a week at this charming winter resort ?" Roy hesitated, but Mother Horton thrust her lean elbows Into his ribs. "Tell her!" the clear old voice urged. "If she'd use her head, she'd figure It out for herself." "A week from now, our salmon Ash ing: should be well under way." Krlc said gravely. "In three months the summer will he gone, and the fur seal herd heading south. A little more bad luck, carelessness, or overconfi dence, and we'll be gone, too, not res cued, but dead. Tlio most we ran hope for this winter Is Just to live ? to hang on. Then, If we can keep upx our strength and our numbers, to plan some way to freedom." The girl looked at him straight. "And If we survWe at all, we may be here three years? Is that It?" "I should guess that wo'll either win ? or definitely losf* ? within one yenr." She gazed a long time Info the hiss lng Are. "I suppose we'd all be lucky to have gone down with the ship." "You might suppose so ? I don't." Eric's tone was deep and rough. "I thank flod I'm here, still able to flght. I'm going to make the best of It and, as soon as you get your bearings, I know you will. too. And there's a way out, If we can Just find It." "And we'll get along," Mother Hor ton chirped. "Thank heaven I've still got two good teeth to chew those tough little birds." Marie put two leather handbags saved from the wreck in the middle of the floor. "Here are our earthly possessions," Nan said gravely. "I think we'd better see what we have now and dlvldo up." She dumped the contents of the bags on the floor. On top, more pre cious than rubles lay half a dozen cakes of soep whlcb the old house I keeper hat} put In with her own skinny hands. "When they're gone, In about two weeks, we'll hare to make soft aoap with fat and ashes," Mother Hor ton explained. "And by crackle, fifty year* of luxury hasn't made me forget how I" There were two Identical safety razors, two packages of blades, and a stropping device. Sharing these, each of the four men could make some sort of a decent toilet, a considerable factor In their morale. There were three brushes, plenty of. combs, and scissors; a pound of tob&cco (When It was gone the pipe-smokers could use the little willow bark) ; and again Mother Horton's contribution, some needles and thread, a carton of clga-' rettes, and a Bible. There was simple jewelry? the best had been left behind In a bank-vault; articles of apparel; and for toilet use peculiarly feminine, towels; a carton of matches, this was Roy's Inspira tion; a wicked-looking hunting knife that Wilcox had bought In Seattle; Roy's ethnological notes; some men's sleeping and under garments; and ap proximately a thousand dollars in cur rency. The division of the spoil passed gaily what might have been a dark hour. Now they could understand the Joy of an Eskimo squaw at the gift of a yard of cloth, or a butcher knife. Roy called Horton aside to advise an immediate truce with Sandomar's gang. It would be hard to Ignore and forget the shame in the dawn but policy demanded no less. Combined, they made a formidable party of thir teen men. They could dominate the timid Aleuts, possibly force them to break their taboo. Moreover, If the whites must make tne Journey alone, granted an almost Impossible feat, the bloodstained hands would be needed i to work the boat. "And it soon may be a question of life and death," Roy said. "The food supplies on this island are decidedly limited. Eric thinks hard work and more efficient methods will feed the whole population, but" I doubt It. We have no rifles, and we can't do much more with native Rear than they themselves." "You think we may have to ration the natives?" Horton asked. "Possibly, for a few months. And we can't do it without Sandomar's support. I admit It's a bit raw ? to come to their island and then half starve them ? but the fittest must sur vive. After all, they're Just a hand ful of Inbred savages, of not the slightest value to the world." But could Sandomar's human wolves be controlled? It looked reasonable to Roy. Their pack probably lacked cohesion ; three of them had no hand In the killings and would want peace. As for women, they could have their pick of the squaws ? this would keep them, satisfied ? and Sandomar himself could take Flreheart, now that Eric had rejected her. The grim-faced crew still hung back when Eric's crowd sought the Comfort of the beach-fire. Only when the seal-meat was boiled, the birds slzgllng, and the root-bread baked on the rocks, did they push sullenly near. Horton spoke to them casually and made room In the circle, hut only "Garge," the little cockney, showed any socia bility. Nan would never forget this picture ? the low red fire In the fading light, a fretful sea under blowing gray clouds, and the Island populace gath ered here In the truce of the bread and meat. It was hard to know whether she was sleeping In her own canopied bed in a glittering city and this was no more than a dream in the night, or whether she had died and was born again on this hopeless Isle, and the distant lights, beauty, and warmth were no more than a vision In a white squaw's soul. "Let's come to an understanding, all of us from the Intrepid," Horton began with every show of confidence. "We're In a bad predicament, to say the least, hut It won't last long, and I think we should co-operate J.ist ^s though we were still on the ship. And since I'll pay all the bills In the end, I think I may as well remain In chnrge." He glanced toward Sandomar, but the deaf man's eyes were on the winking fingers of his cockney Inter preter, and he did not glance up. The rest of the pack stood ullent, In odd fixed postures. "You must all stand and work to gether, nnd I'll lead you the best I can." Horton went on. "Now for to night. Myself, my daughter and her maid, and Mrs. Horton will occupy one room of our two room turf-house -Roy, Eric, Wilcox, and DoValera the other room. Tho Aleut couple who own tho house hnve kindly agreed to move In with their neighbors. Yon other fellows seem to like one an other's company, so suppose you tako the large kasliga (meeting house) at the end of the village row. Chechaquo tells me that ho can furnish you with plenty of extra robes." There was a tense sllouce, then ftargo stepped forward. His little weasel face was drawn In an odd grimace, half anger, half-scorn. "Who you speaking to? us?" he asked, In his high, rasping voice. "Why, yes. I'm Just suggesting -" "We don't need you to tell us where to sleep. We'll sleep where we please and with 'oo we please, and we don't want no lip from you. You 'ear me, don't you?" Horton chftnged color, but kept his head. Eric and his friends watched and waited In dead silence. "I don't think you need take that tone," Horton replied. "There's no reason we should he enemies. Wo're all going out together, one of these days, and thero'll be plenty of reward for good work and decent behavior." (TO nn OONTINURD.) Party Frocks for the Younger Set By CHERIE NICHOLAS COMKS now the seuson which calls youth to go partying In frocks which tune to (lowers and birds and sunshine and twinkling stars set in skys of blue and all such beauteous things which go to make a summer. Well, here they are In the picture, threfc charming frocks. Just such as are sure to win their way Into the heart of every young girl who sees them. Airy-fairy creations are they, made of chiffon, of taffeta and of net, these being materials which fashion stresses with emphasis this summer, when it comes to favorite media for the younger set's party frocks. It Is said In regard to favorite colors that this is a "pastel season" and the trio of lovely dresses Illus trated goes far to prove It so. Togeth er, they look as If a bit of a rainbow must have been coaxed to lend some of Its coloring to the scene. In that the first gown, on the cunning little dancing figure. Is of chiffon In u dell cate blue, while pale pink taffeta is the choice of the smiling maiden cen tered in the group, the tall girl to the right wearing a love-of-a-gown of green silk net In a delicious cool green. A significant feature' about two of these models Is the fact that the skirts are formed of tiers of ruffles. This styling Is very popular this season, so much so that even dresses (or grown ups are fashioned In this wise, with this difference, however, that for adults the skirts are fitted decidedly snug, the ruffle-upon-ruffle movement beginning Just above the knees. "EEL GRAY" TONE IS LATEST SHOE COLOR Schlaparelll's "eel gray" has been adopted by the shoe world. Fashion mongers believe that It will be the high stylfc shoe gray of fall and winter. It will make a shoe that can be worn with all other light er tones of gray, with navy, red and even with black or brown. A prob lem thus has been solved for the boot maker. Another important kid leather shoe color Is to be "taupe" for fall. As Its name Indicates It Is the shade of the little field mole, a brown with Just sufficient gray to conform to the gray vogue. Predictions for the future Include a new "faun brown" as splendid for combinations. ft should harmonl/.e well with all the browns on the fash Ion hill of fare, and It Is very smart combined with black kid ? In the lat est half and half type of shoe. Permanent Wave or Curls Now Attained in Comfort Many n girl who started ll.'e as an ugly duckling Is an attractive woman today. Modern science has given her many charms that nature failed to pro vide. Take curly hair, for Instance. Today It's as easy to transform straight hnlr Into a mass of natural looking curls as It Is to koep your nails trim. With the new machine less method of permanent waving, you can sit back comfortably throughout the waving process, and read a book or go ahead with your knitting. You aren't "attached" to any electricity. A clean odorless vapor Is applied to your hair, and In less time than you'd thtr.k It possible, you have a lovely head of curls. Crocheted Fabric* Are Being Employed on Hats A new hat has come out on the Paris boulevards, evidently to replace nowdead Chechia. ft consists of nothing more than a square piece .of knitted or crocheted fabric ? or string done In a fish net weavfr? the corners of which are stitched In a rounded manner so that when the en. elope, as It were, Is opened and the iiesd In serted, the hat fits like n cap and the "ears" stand up stiffly nt each corner. If you study the dressmaking detallt closely you will notice that the ruf' ties for the little ehllTon frock are put together with wee shirred head ings which accent the softness of the material. The taffeta ruffles for the other dress are put together with cording covered with self-silk, so as to accent the sprightly silhouette which crisp taffeta Is supposed to have. Exquisite lace edging with countless tiny rosebuds nestling among Its frills, outlines the cap sleeveB and wide pointed collar of the dainty frock which the little dancer is wear ing. I.onj: streamers of narrow douhle-faced (pink on one side and blue on the other) satin ribbon dandle gracefully from the neckline down the front of the frock. The pink taffeta frock has perky cap sleeves made of ruffled organza In matching pink, finished with a binding of the taffeta. A narrow pale blue velvet ribbon Is tied about the wrist. For modish sub-debs there Is noth ing prettier than the party fl'ock made of either silk or cotton net. es peclnlly now that net Is so smartly in fashion. For the gown shown here (to the right) the designer chooses tine silk net In a lovely pale green. Hows of satin folds In matching green make an effective trimming. A lovely rose shading from pink to deep red posed at the waistline sounds Just enough of a sophisticated note to sat isfy the aspiring young modern who Is wearing It. ?. 1913. Western Newspaper Union. PARIS STYLES l?y (II Kit IK NICHOLAS Just off tho steamer nre these two j Schlnpnrelll modftls. Their simple, conservative styling give* thom (lis Unction. Interest also editors about tho materials of which Hioy nre fnsh loned, for fabrics arenlwnys Important in this vorsntlle coutourlor's colter Hons. The evening gown Is made of a bright blue lacquered net which Is not only wonderfully good looking for summer wenr, but Is Ideally cool. The clever handling of a single hrond Rtrap over one shoulder with a tiny cape sleeve ovor tho other Is Intriguing. The sports dress Is of white artificial oanvfts, a new material which has created a sensation. The belt Is of brown and white lnstox ribbon. Whit# for Evening White in tailored cut Is promoted an usual for summer wear, and frothy white styles for evening. One out standing Is of organza with si* grad uated ruffles which begin nt the kneel and fall to the floor. LEARN MUCH BY WORD OF MOUTH Education in Commingling of Conversationalists. In the school of life conversation la headmaster. Reading may widen the ambit of experience, but who ever cares to know how large a part of his knowledge con.es by word of mouth can tlnd out by trying to write down verbatim two or three hour's of lively talk. The $120,000 granted from the Carnegie foundation to cultivate pub 11c conversation Is money well spent Not that the project goes by an\ such name. It Is called a system o forums for men atul women held It 34 public schools of Pes Moines, ar Informal lecturer speaking for the first half-hour to present fact mate rial requisite for an Informal dis cusslon, after which the audlencc takes part. The aim Is educational No attempt is made to convert. Top les range from agricultural debts t< the Japanese in Manchuria. Attend I ance was large and discussions cour teous. It is expected lids prnctloc will spread? a school in which de mocracy Instructs Itself by the art of I conversation. (Jood conversation is, like an hon est Cod, the noblest work of man; a fine art and a rarity. That ditll cult art-form, the drama, is conver ret. | on overheard ? difficult because It must tell a story within time llm its, which presupposes a unity In I events which actual life seldom if | ever has. This unity the artist must invent. Then should conversation likewise be steered? Too evident steering spoils the sport. No, H ! should oe allowed to follow the ball This requires a t licit connivancc amongst thp players to take what | comes, a kind of improvised orches tration in which each Instrumental j 1st Is content to play or be silent a? desired. There Is of course, a spe cles of "noninterventionist" cuidanc which consists in keeping on< thought ahead of the topic, as n player or singer reading music al first sight keeps eves a measure or several measures ahead of his hand? or voice; but even so he must rec oncile himself to letting good topic? go over the dam for the sake of ' maintaining the stream In flow, al i though by keeping mental notes In ' can, if the talk thins, thicken it b\ ' fishing up a phrase or an idea from the back eddies. How seldom it Is that, at a large table or fireside, conversation doe? 1 not split into threes or twos. Tlif roomful, or even the hearthshl< group, which converses as a unit, 1' this does not argue formal pre-ar ' rongement to discuss a given theim J or else the presence of some power ! fully shared Intellectuol Interest does argue a high degree of genera j information and Is so unusual as t | he something like a social triumph ] The conversational artist can b? 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