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FORLORN ISLAND ' ? ? i >???? SnX . , . SYNOPSIS With his yacht, the Intrepid, aban doned by Its or?w, Felix Horton, mil lionaire, with his mother, hla daugh ter Nan, and Roy Stuart, puts Into Bquaw Harbor, Alaska, to recruit. Vtelllng to secure sailors, Horton en gages a bunch of nondescripts strand ?d there. A glgantlo Pole, Sandomar, la their leader. Captain Waymlre, the Xntrepld's skipper, Is an old friend of Brio Erlcssen, unemployed, but hold hag master's papers, and he engages to sail as chief officer, Horton Is ??eking uncharted Islands. Nan and Krlo Indulge In a moonlight flirtation, which brings them both to the thresh old of Interest In each other, if not of love. The Intrepid Is wrecked by one of ftandomar's crowd. Erie takes command of a small boat, with Horton, his mother and daughter, Nan's maid Marie, and Roy Stuart. Unable to help, they watch Sandomar kill Cap tain Waymlre and leave the ship with hla crowd. Waymlre has thrown Eric ? revolver. From one of the Aleuts, ?shore, speaklrfg a little English, Brlc learns there Is no communication with the outside world. Flreheart, priestess of the Island, descended from ? white man In the remote past, also knowing a little English, welcomes the castaways. Sandomar, backed by his crowd, declares there shall be no law on the island, but Eric, having the only gun, cows them for tho time, declaring he Is the law. Ho lays out work for all, whites and Indians alike. CHAPTER V? Continued "Half again as much dried salmon, Smoked meat, and bread-root must be put aside for winter," Eric told them gravely. "Half again as many parkas and mukluks must be made. It means from sun to sun in good weather." He paused, his gaze sweeping the crowd. Some of Sandomar's men looked woe-begone. Law and labor, their special abominations, were clutching them again. Eric glanced at Nan, but some devil of pride glazed her gray eyes and set her Hps in a grim line. "What would your highness have us do?" she asked bitterly. "Chew skins like the Eskl klraos?" It must be all or nothing, life or death. ? Something Just as bad, per haps. Yet I'm hoping that you three white women can be spared the worst jobs, simply because they'd seem so much harder to you than to the ?quaws." All work, both by brown and white, was to be under Eric's general direc tion. If disputes arose, he would set tle them. He laid down the proposi tion that the soil belonged to the Aleuts, that the conquerors could ex ploit them, make them labor, rule them, but thfly must not starve them, steal from them, or shed their blood. The sailors cf*uld have only Aleut girls of proper agte who gave themselves willingly; they could share the hunt ers' wives, an old Aleut custom, only with the husbands' consent. If any man broke this law, or committed murder, or mutinied against the cap tarn, he would be killed. "There can be no appeal," Eric said In a low, grave tone. "There'll be no chance for a second offense. The lives of the whole party are at stake. I myself will sentence the law-breaker and carry out the execution." Nan's look was sullen ? all her life she had given commands, never obeyed them, and discipline was a word she did not know ? but why did her h?>nrt leap up? Her gaze was dark with resentment, yet it could not turn from the viking form in the blowing mist, the bright erect head, the grave face for the moment alight with the flame of Idealism, the eyes blue with the essence of the eternal sea. She almost hated him for dominating her, and de spised herself for the thrill of It. On Chechaquo's advice, Eric divided his forces Into three parties, the first to kill sea-llons hauling out to breed on the far beach, the second to gather eggs and net birds on the rotting, treacherous shale of the bluffs, and the third, mostly squaws, to spear, clean and dry a small early school of salmon that had escaped the half-built fish-trap. Among the squaws at the drying rack was a lean little woman with lively motions. It was Mother Hor ton. With Marie's help she was cut ting Into strips and hanging the flsh fast as her "slimer" could supply them. The "slimer" had slender, once-love ly hands. Eric watched them a full minute before she looked up. It was Nan, and she had deliberately chosen the hardest, most disagreeable chore In sight. She was kneeling on tho creek bank, cleaning flsh. Her hands i and face were blood-stained, stiff with Slime and scales, her fingers were bleeding from fin-scratches, and she was sobbing, half In fury, half In pain. She saw him and sprang to her feet. With tho sleeve of her parka she wiped her face of Its stain and tears. "I wasn't crying," she told him angrily. "I got sand In my eyes." "You'd better stop till you get It out. . . . And I didn't mean you to do this, anyway." "I'm not doing It for you." Her drawn pale cheeks began to darken. **If you think I am, you're making the blggr*t mistake of your life. I'd have Starved before I let you force me to do Anything." "It wouldn't have been for me, any way," Eric said gravely. "It would be for Law, which I'm trying to repre sent. I have nothing to win or lose." She whirled on him In swift fury, letting go everything. "That isn't What you told Snndomar last night. Would you mind saying which girl you referred to? I don't think It was Marie. You must know she's ongaged to Wilcox ? but perhaps that wouldn't iiake say different k> you." By Edison Marshall Copyright by EdUoo UarahaU WNU Servlc* ."I referred to you, of course." "How do you know but that I'm In love with Roy? Or did you just mean to take me away from him ? by force, If necessary. Well, you can give that up, once and for all. I'll clean fish, or anything else, for the welfare of the party ; but don't think I'm ever going to be your squaw, even If we stay here the rest of our natural lives. If I take anyone here, It will be Roy." Somehow Eric managed to smile. It was one of the few successful bluffs he had ever made. "I'm sorry you took that seriously." She seemed stunned. "Didn't you mean It?" "Naturally not. I supposed you saw through It Even men like Sando mar show some restraint to another man's girl. If he thinks there's a clcar field, he'll be twice as dan gerous." Nan looked down, her eyes dry now and oddly dark. "I beg your pardon." "You needn't. It's a worth-while field, but I'm Just not In It. And If you're In love with Roy, I wish you'd marry him ? here In the chapel. I'll "I'm Not Doing It for You." Her Drawn Palo Cheoka Began to 1 Darken. f say the same to Marie and Wilcox. It would save a lot of trouble, make you two girls far safer." "I'm not In love with Roy ? yet. Nor with anyone." "Try to fall soon, won't you? And now we understand each other, let me ask you not to clean any more fish. The squaws don't mind doing It; they'd rather sit down to a nice messy job like this than to stand out In the cold water. Take a spear ( and try your hand, besldo your father. It's exciting and the sand won't get In your eyes." Eric turned quickly, he could not wear the mask much longer. Pride 1 It was his own private devil. For pride's sake he had cast away the most fair and starlit hope that had ever touched his heart. That night he built a barricade for Nan's turf-houRe, and moved an old lone squaw so he could have a small hut to himself. It was centrnlly lo cated, and by knocking out a block of turf, he made a window to hear Nan's or Ilorton's softest call. The oaken door was off a ship cubby, cast up by the sea long ago, and Its bolt of stone could not be forced without giving an alarm. Hero he, too, could sleep se cure from a surprise attack. Tired from the day's toll, Sondo mar's gang went to their hut at sun down. Though they might plot and threaten, they would niake no trouble tonight. He wakened with a heavy heart Just before dawn. What If he did win this Island war with the elemental powers? For the others ? life, free dom, the pursuit of happiness; for him, what gain? Only a succession of other wars with wave, storm, and crag ? continued bondage to his Ideal Ism ? the search for tho distant light house that ever faded from his sight. Love? He had denied It. No girl like Nan would ever cross his trail again; she was the one girl whose steel could strike fire from the flint of his soul, whose greatness called to his own greatness since the dawn of time; and he had been afrold to fight for her I It must be that his viking blood had paled In his veins, that the high place In tho world he had willed to win was a fool's dream; otherwise he would hew his way to Vnlhalla for a mate like Nan! Suddenly he wns called from his thoughts by a subdued sound outside his window. Save for tho stillness of the hour ho would never have caught It, and there was no enrthly reason why his heart should fling ngiilnst his side. . . . Hut there was an un earthly reason. In the deep of his sailor soul he knew that this was dew tiny. All was not lost ? he was to be given another chance. A dim white figure stole by his hut and vanished In the dusk of the creek bank. Hllpplng on his parka and mukluks, Eric quietly followed, but he was wlth Ing fifty yards of the stream before he saw the ghost Again. It looked almost ton bulky for a river spirit, hut presently It moved weirdly, lost all animate shape, and then seemed to separate Into two entitles. One of these, and Eric knew It was a discard ed parka, fell And collapsed on the ground ; and the other stood for a few brief, breathless seconds In silhouette against the dark water. Eric did not turn and creep away. By Thor and Woden, such folly was behind him I He waited, breathless, his presence unguessed, and a soft voice came stealing through the dark It was Nan's, and she was address ing pagan gods. "I am not asleep," she said bravely, as the Icy flood al most took her breath. "I am not dead. I am alive." A moment later she had slipped on her warm fur parka and was hurry ing back to the turfhouse. She did not see Eric till she was almost upon him, then she flung back with a gasp. He did not speak, but she recognized him Instantly. "Spying?" she whispered, bitterly. "Yes, and glad of It." I "I thought at least you were a gen tleman." "I didn't come any nearer than this, although I wanted to. I don't ask you to forgive me ? I'd do It again. But I do want your forgiveness for the lie I told you today." "What lie? I'm cold, you can tell me In the morning." "I want to tell you now. It was the blackest, biggest lie of my life. I said that I didn't mean my declaration to Sandomar. I did mean It, from the bot tom of my heart. I am In the field. I want you for my own." Nan stood very still. Her eyes were long black shadows I/i the white blur of her face; but he could not guess their message. "If It was a lie, what you said today. I'm glad you took It back," she told him quietly, at Inst. "I think you are a gentleman ? after all." "And you nre loveliest, the bravest girl I've ever known. I knew it when I snw you by the salmon pool ? but I tried to dismiss you as unattainable. But I'm going to fight for you now. I'm going to try to win you away from Roy. You are my mate ? and If I lose you, I lose all the world." Nan gazed long and dreamily across the water to the glimmer of dawn. A child's sweet look was on her lifted face. "I'm glad you want me," she told Eric at last. "It almost makes me think that there Is something to me after all ? not Just a spoiled young hellion? but Eric, It will be a bard row. The odds are all against you. you see that. This Island adventure Is only an Interlude In our lives. I Some day we'll go back . . . and you must stay by the sea and the snow. Besides, you're competing against a dominant man, a man who always takes what he wants, and who's got a head start." Eric's heart only leaped the stronger. "But you are mine for the winning?" "For the winning, yes. I take back what I told you today, there's no in surmountable barrier. I'm going In now, Eric, I'm not cold any more, but I'll see you In daylight." "It's daylight now." Eric's low voice had a Jubilance she had never heard. He looked out to the grim headlands, Just emerging from the dark. "It's the most beautiful summer day I ever saw." She smiled, and stole away. Ex ultant, Eric walked down the beach, the seawind In his hair, the glimmer of a new dawn In his eyes. In the next day's toil, Eric had cause to remember Nan's expressions of Roy. This deep-thinking cynic was no fish out of water, but a power to be reckoned with, a dangerous rival for Eric's leadership. He had found his bearings Qnd was coolly setting out to master his environment. If he were so strong here, how could Eric compete with him on his own ground? Roy had called Eric's attention to a black bog behind the bluffs. "It's a low grade of peat," ho said, "I've seen the like In Ireland. Get the men to cut out squares and set 'em out to drain. In a few weeks we'll have a new fuel and can divert considerable quantities of animal fat Into the larders." Eric rejoiced, without a trace of Jealousy. This might spell the dif ference between plenty and famine In the grim months to come. Rut the gulf between the leaders remained unbrtdged. As they were helping the hunters complete their fish trap, ready for the salmon run, Roy proposed that It be extended so that It cover the channel. "Then we'll got every fish that comes up. As it Is, at least a fourth will get by." "We've got to spnro enough for breeding stock," Eric answered. "Salm on come back to the stream whero they spawn. If we catch them all, four years from now there won't bo a fish to be seen." It was another clash of viewpoints. "I)o you expect to be here four years from now? Thank God, I don't I Let's tnke the cash and let the credit go." Rut Eric stood by his guns. "It's not our Island. Wo'ro Invaders, but we're not Huns, to destroy as we go. Moreover, It's only too possible that we may l>e standing on this very bank not only four, but ten years from now, waiting for tho salmon run, and we don't want It to fall." He turned to Chechaquo, his bailiff. "Tell the men to build tho trap as usual." "I don't understand your point of view," Roy said. "Surely you aren't trying to pander to tho natives." "I wns pandering only to my sense of right and wrong," was the grave nnswer. "That may seem laughable to you, but It's a fact. And It's tnio I'm trying not to antagonize the n* tlves any more than I can help." (TO n* OONTINUKD.i IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson (Br HKV, P. B. FJTZWATER, D. D.. Mem ber of Vacuity, Moody Blbl* ? Institute of Chicago.) ?, 1)33, Western Nowapaper Union. Lesson for August 13 HANNAH LESSON TEXT ? I Samuel 1:9-22. 24 28; 2:1, 2. GOLDEN TEXT ? Favour Is deceitful, and beauty Is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Vrov. 31:30. PRIMARY TOPIC? Gods Gift of Mothers. JUNIOR TOPIC ? An Honored Mother. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP IC ? What We Owe to Our Mothers. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP IC ? Devout Motherhood. As Indicated by the lesson commit lee, tlio lesson text practically covers chapters one and two of 1 Samuel." In order to get a ful, vlow of th[g m) usual woman the salient features of these chapters should be made to stand I. Hannah'i Sore Trial (1:1-8). ?.Ikanah had two wives. In violation >ods law. God's primal thought for man was one wife only. There fore, for Adam he made Eve. Han nah s sore trial grew out of Jealousy hlch naturally springs up between two women, wives of one man. The iolatlon of this law of God concern ln? marriage has always been attend nL troub,e- S|nce Hannah's name is mentioned first, we mnv legitimately infer that she was his first and lawful wife. II. Hannah Prayt for a Son (l:0-fS). She had the good sense to take her do fh(? t0 the LOnl ne,levers should do this even though the troubles re sult from sin. ' 1. Her bitterness of soul (v. iO). Though Elkanah loved her and sought to lighten her burden, he was unable ? )ring t0 hpr heart the needed solace. Only In God can help be found sufficient to stay the soul in time of great trial. 2. Her vow (v. 11) Hannah asked God for a son. m connection with Cr asking this gift from God, she vowed to give the child back to God Samuel was therWore a N?,.arlte all nil, Va,?[ hU ,<fe' Much cnn be ex P cted of children born Into the world under such circumstances. 3. Hannah misjudged bv Eli the priest (vv. 12-10). The priest observ In* the motion of her lips and not hearing the sound of her voice con cluded that she was Intoxicated, de manded that she put away wine She defended herself against this vicious inference, assuring Ell that In bitter ness of soul she was pouring out her hoart to God in prayer. Even good people may be too ready to impute evil motives to others. The devout Hannah must have been shocked and grieved that Ell should so unjust ly accuse her. The Golden Rule should be applied in Judging others. 4. Hannah blessed by Ell (vv 17. 18) Her explanation satisfied ? who ,n turn pronounced a blessing upon her. Joining in prayer that God would grant her petition. III. Hannah Consecrates Samuel to the Lord (1 :10-28). 1. Her prayer answered (vv. 10 20) So definitely did she realize that God had answered her prayer that she named the child Samuel, which menns asked of God." on29(U Samuel taken to Shlloh (vv. ? u Hnnnnh refnilned from going jo the place of yearly sacrifice till Samuel was weaned. 3 Samuel lent or returned to the vv- 25-28) . According to her vow She took Samuel at an early age 0 the sanctuary and gave him over stpr ,h T ?f,EI1' the prlest- to m,n* ster therein. It Is a beautiful sight to see Samuel In his tender years ministering before the Lord. Godly mothers will train their children for ?v nl I6 ?' " Wn*' no ? uL . Per nce for "nnnah to pnrt ^ ,17, 8h" him ?into the Lord to the end of his life (chap. 2H)annah,? Thanktgivlng to God 1 10) ShcTrt rPj?!r(' ,hp r<?' (vv. 1-10). So really God had answered pr"yer ?nd so definitely had she Sftrm,eI t0 the "ncrprt ?erv. In H ilt whole heartedly rejolcpd n that she could give up hor child In service of the Lord. She declared ha UZlWnH "? h?,y "" th? r'orrt orrt I? wnfl other like unto the nit realized that the Lord was almighty and that the blessings which had come to her were from him 2 Her love for Samuel (vv. lf)) This was expressed in the making with hor own hands n ront for hi? i taking it to him from year to yea "as ?he went to Shlloh with her husband to worship the Lord. wnand The priestly blessing upon H,m. n,Kl R'K?nah (vv. 20.21). The old Pr est highly priut6 the Samuel and expressed his appr'ecla l lJ'f ,1 prono,,nc,n? " blessing ?p0? Ids father and mother. Faithful Pr?jr*r Kalthful prayer always Implies cor relative exertion. No man can nsk, honestly and hopefully, to be delivered from temptation unless he has hon estly and firmly determined to do Hip best he can to keep out of It. ? John Ruskln. Must B* Patient We have only to he patient, to pray, to do his will, according to our pros ent light and strength, and the growth of the soul will go on. Cunning Summer Clothes for Tots By CHERIE NICHOLAS SUCH a splurge as stripes and plaids are making In fashlonland this summer, specially In the children's realm where ginghams galore and dimities and linens and other popu lar materials for little folks' clothes are simply running riot In the matter of striped and pi aided effects. To add sprlghtllness to the mode the little frocks of plaids and stripes take on all sorts of dainty organdie frills and furbelows Just like grownup fashions are doing. With these flut tering organdie trimmings, sewing mothers need never he at a loss as to "what to do" to achieve prettlness for little daughter's summer dresses. We think the little ruffled organdie cape on the red and white cross-bar dimity frock which the little girl to the left In the picture Is wearing Is a detail worth keeping In mind when next the problem presents Itself ns to "how to trim" this or that frock for Miss Seven or Eight. Each circular ruffle Is piped with bright red to har monize with the plaid. The skirt is somewhat gored and a sash of self mnterlal Is tied In a perky bow at the ton ok. Since these little eapelets are so decorative and so easy to make, why wouldn't It be a good Idea to make one as a separate Item so thnt It could be worn with any number of dainty frocks. Accessories of this sort count as a real asset when It comes to "dressing up" children to occasion. Concerning the charming little gtilmpe dress of multi-coloreu ging ham on the girl picking flowers, It is TIE-AROUND NECK By C'HKKIK NIC HOI. AS At ? glnnce ono senses the swagger style of this frock. In the first place the material of which It Is made, n broad ribbed chnrdonlze ncetnte In gleaming white, Is a distinctly new weave which carries a message of tin rnlstnkiihle swnnk. Note the neckline. See the amusing way It Is tied around the throat like a drawstring In a laun dry bag. The same kind of cord (made of self ?chardonlze) which Is used at the neckline, tics about the waist, knotting casually at the side. Surpria* Color Ited has turned out to he one of the high fashion colors, contraiy to usunl style procedure. White frocks with red Jackets, red hags, gloves and hats are extremely good for mid sea ?on nn adorable style for a child of six, or seven or bo. The skirt Is pleated and the bodice part la bunded at the top with a clever yoke effect which provides straps over the sho- ' lers. This little contrivance buttons, as yon see, on to the fussy little organdie blouse. The puffed sleeves which give a broad shoulder effect are In keeping with present fashion trends. Pipings of the gingham relate the gultnpe to the dress. One of the very practical things about an outfit such as (.his Is that It admits of several Interchange able blouses. Brother-and-slster fashions are giv en special emphasis In the realm of Juvenile apparel these days. Little sister's dress and Junior's blouv" ai shown In the picture feature the ef fectiveness of bright blue and white striped broadcloth for children's clothes. An unprecedented vogue for linen goes on record this season both In the adult and the Juvenile realm. The curly headed youngster with the wide brimmed hat Is clad In linen even to her chapean ? pale blue handkerchief linen fot her simple frock with little strips of navy blue linen stitched on Its collar, the same navy linen bind ing and banding her hat. which Is of heavy light blue crash linen. Handkerchief linen of the sheerest sort and In pastel colorings Is prov ing a favorite for cunning little frockn upon which exquisite handwork is lav ished. especially smocking, fagoting and drawnwork. ?, 1933, Western Newspaper Union. BLACK AND WHITE HOLDS POPULARITY "Hlftck find white" Is the refrain of the Intent fashion song. Mldseason showing In fnshlon houses displayed scores of costumes In the striking combination. NVhlto ! coats and black frocks, white hats, gloves and collars with black drosses and white costumes with black trims are all seen. The white coat with the black frock Is one of tho most effective comblna I tlons of the season. l.elong displays an afternoon frock of black satin printed In white leaves with a three quarter length coat of white satin, while Ilruyere shows a tea time frock, having n cap sleeved white silk pique bodice and black silk skirt, topped by a long coat of white silk pique. White accessories with black frocks are seen at smart luncheons and teas. Paris Milliner Displays Hat Mad? of Human Hair Fashion has found a hat for humans ma.ie of human hair. We've worn horsehair hats and thought nothing of It or, rather, not much of It, ex cept for weddings, garden pnrtles. and the like; but now that the hutuan halr hat bus come upon us we nlmost stagger with Its oddnoss. For Instance, a plntlnum blonde might wear a Ti tian hat, or a raven brunette would, perhaps, choose a headgear of snow white tresses ? black and white bel g the Important color scheme from the Pnrlslenne point of view. These lialr hats are made Jus! Ilk ? any other hat that Is knitted, cro cheted or woven with soft thread.- of fabric, but ns a final touch they are shellncked so that everything, Includ ing the trimming curls, stays "put.** Autumn Alr???ly I Just ns women get used to the cart wheel lints of straw along comes the news that we are to be wearing large velvet bonnets right soon nov? They are very pretty with colored print frocks nnd do wonders f<tv nhanelng the beauty of the eyes,