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FORLORN ISLAND CHAPTER XIV ? Continued ??2 1 ? They were under way In three hours. Of Eric's five mates, all but two had deserted, but It was a good riddance. Big Smith returned to Join his brother. Guiltless of any crime of blood, PetrofT bargained with Nelson to r passage to the Kuril Islands. The Chelsea cruised round the shoal, and at noon of the next day, Eric was on her bridge, spying for the pass. The search was long and nerve wracking, but he remembered the ap proximate latitude of the mile-wide gap In the reefs, and another twenty four hours found the trader safely through Into deep wnter, heading for Forlorn Island. Nan looked often to the deep In the three days of Eric's absence, and was first to see the Chelsea's masts prick the sky line. The sight seemed to break the last thread of her self-con trol. Sobbing, she ran to Uorton's hut; but she could not speak, and could only beckon her friends to the beach. . .. it was true. The ship was coming In. Deliverance . . . ful fillment . . , home. . . While the Aleuts gazed darkly, the castaways leaped "Into the nearest boats and sped to met the ship. Cheer ing, laughing with streaming eyes, weeping with smiling Hps. they pad dled alongside until the anchor dropped, then hoarded and held revelry on the deck. Even I'etrofY and Hlg Smith shared In the reunion. It was a sight new to Captain Nelson's eyes: a millionaire and his family out of their minds with rapture, embracing him and his grinning sailors, and danc ing hand In hand with cut-throats. It was a complete breakdown of civilized reserve. Even Roy caught the general contagion and danced a wild hornpipe on the deck. Horton wanted to leave at once, hut Nan remembered her bumble friends forsaken on the bleak shore. "Of course we must tell them good by," Horton said contritely. "Oh. If we only had some presents to give them ? " "Pe hold of dls ship Is clean full of presents." Nelson told him. "Would? would you let us have some of 'em?" Horton spoke In falter ing tones. "Sure. All you want." The flush of excitement on TTorton's face swiftly died away ; he seemed to remember something. . . . nis trem bling hand dove Into his pocket, felt his talisman, and came out steady and strong. "Of course. This Is a trading ship.'' There was a clang In his voice that silenced Nan, and made Eric whirl. "Captain Nelson, I want to buy a thou sand dollars' worth of your goods to give the natives. Eric, here, will know what they want worst ; he's been look ing after them. Steel knives, axes rifles, sweets and the like, everything thnt will make them happy." The boats were loaded to the gun wales, such a treasure as the tribe had never dreamed, and the gifts taken to the beach and distributed amid an awed silence. From now on, life would not be so bard behind the shoals. Every squaw would wax fat from the great killings made wl(h steel-pointed spears nnd firearms Now that the pass was known, per haps a little schooner would steal In once a year, to trade the white man's luxuries for polts. eiderdown and fossil Ivory. Yet by the same tokens the doom of the Lost Pooplo was sealed. In the end they must either migrate to the larger Aleutian Islands surrender thelr^trlbal Identity and be come cannery workers under the white man's law. or perish victims of his civilization. The latter was more likely; It would be hard for thorn to leave the crairs nnd windy beaches of Forlorn Island. They only grunted when the faces hade them goodhy. eyes unlit nnd brown faces Impassive as their own Rand dunes, but when |n a dreamy silence the ship's boats glided away Into the harbor, their strange lonely souls gave voice. On the bench an old crone struck up a waver ing chant. All her people lofned In a weird song of farewell In the minor k<\V that might have been brought from the lost Asiatic birthplace be yond tho setting sun. possibly a dirge springing extempore from their sav age hearts. Their arms RW1Ing In rhythm. Finally they dropped on heir knees and with l.nplorfng hands lifted to the skies, called on their tribal gods to g|y0 saf(. passage to their departing friends. 'Kou-yudam Agougou I Achldan ?*?">? "SltkoiiK? fcotivou-dah kouyou-dah." The song died away. Awe-struck the sailors rested on their oars Eric looked Into Nan's eyes to nnd them brimming with tears. "Why must we leave them hero?" she whispered. ?>/ny!'T wo tnko th?. that home" *" 0,T? Thl" thfilr But It a so lonely, #o dreary T can't hear to think of It. Lot's ?n QVlckly." 1 *? "r Mnfher ??rfon had struck up the heart song of the pale faces, ?n<1 even the Chelsea sailors joined swelled?** thft Wn*?r thfl "tra,n" fthoulA auld aaqualntnnco h? for*ot. W..M brought to mind? fin a oup of Kindness y?t. for ?h J L.T Th* croW(1 on Ihll tfWlrtdled' tb black dots In the shadow of the crags. ? i * K* * ? ? it was still rough fare for the cast By Edijsoii Marshall Copyright by Kdlaon Marahail WNU Service aways. The three women would oc cupy the captain's cabin; the others were given bunks below decks. But great changes Impended : Eric gazed southward with troubled eyes. Only two hundred miles through the Aleu tian chain lay the well-charted sea lanes of the north Pacific, and beyond the port lights were shining. The dream was passing, Just as Nan had foretold. Ilorton was among the first to waken, with nervous, fumbling hands he removed his parka and donned the clothes of civilization saved from the wreck, a rumpled blue suit and a yachtsman's cap still trig and smart. But presently his leaping heart beat steady and cool. After a reassuring touch of the little leathern book In his pocket, he made for the pilot house. Erie and Nelson were looking at charts, but he pushed bold ly between them. Eric glanced up with narrowed eyes. Not only Horton's clothes but his face was changed. His sngglng Jaw was set. his expression confident and reso lute. "Nelson, we're not very far north from the Great Circle route to the Orient, are we?" he begun. Nelson came to attention. "Yust about a day's run, If we hit straight t'rough de Aleut chain." "I want you to Intercept one of the big liners, and put us nhoard. How soon do you think you could do It?" "I)e Empress of Castile lss east bound right now ? only about eight hundred miles away. We heard her talking yust lust night." "Do you think you could catch her?" "Wit' fair luck, yes. Hut ? but de Empress, she do not stop at sea to take passengers from a packet like dls." "She'll stop for me !" Horton spoke calmly. "CJet In touch with her right -? "I Am Not Dead," She Spoke in Sol emn Exultation. "I Am Not Asleep. I Am Alive." nwny ? toll her It's Felix Horton, and his party. Arrange to meet her In the shortest possible time." Without n word to Eric, he wheeled and went oat of the room. *?*???? The radio crackled. Changes came thick and fast. The Empress sped east ? a clear .r>00 miles In 24 hours ? and the little Chelsea dipped south nearly half that distance In the same time. They met In a Rheet of sunlit water between curtains of mist, the liner's huge funnels looming against the sky. Grandly she hove to her many-storied castle; a boat was low ered, manned by trig-looking sailors. For the passengers that lined her rail, this was higher romance than any they had found In the cherry-orchards of Japan. They saw the oars Mash, and seven survivors of the Intrepid, given up for dead, clnmber down the trader's ladder. . . . The middle aged man In the yachting cap was Tlorton himself. They could see him plain through their shiny new binoculars, many of them had met him before. The old woman was his mother, a very eccentric old lady, so they whispered, and one of the girls his daughter. The younger yachtsman wns Hoy Stuart, believed to be Nan Morton's fiance; but no one knew the blond-headed man In the blue cent. Probably he was Just one of the officers of the Ill-starred Intrepid. The last t\Vo were no doubt the secretary and the maid, jrpoken of In the wireless bulle tins. Further survivors of the wreck remained aboard the Chelsea. . . . Cameras clicked and purged, the .voting people began to cheer. . . . The captain himself waited at the head of the stairs to greet Horton, presently the stewards were taking; the party lir charge. Horton and his friends went to the Queen's suite ? the bio id mate to the officers' qunrters. This was mid afternoon. lty eight In the evening Morton's party were ready to take their place In the care free luxury of shipboard life. Friend ly passengers and the ship si ops had supplied them with every want. Hut bed, valeted, manicured, only the?r wind burned faces and red hands betrayed their long banishment. Lights were shining. Uniformed servants piled back and forth. Orchestras played In stately rooms. Forlorn Island was no more than a gray dream In t'10 faery seas of Keats. When they went to dinner, the threo Mortons and Roy were given seats at th? CAptaln's table. Eric, so* ed wl'h the first officer, saw them come tn, but although Nan's eyes raced around the crowded room, they did' not meet his own. She was never so lovely, so al luring. Her form-fitting, red dinner gown revealed her girlish contours, and enchanced the dull glow of her cheeks. Her dusky Imlr, cut again In a long bob, was lustrous as sea-otter fur In the mellow light. Horton and Roy were gay over their champagne glasses ; Nan seemed quite grave. Often her gaze swept the hall, but still no glance passed between her and lier lover ? not one smile made his cold heart leap. Had he won the Island war, only to lose the prize? Was the great adventure all In vain? He would soon know. I!e would tnko his answer tonight, win or lose. When Nan rose from the table, he strode forward and touched her hand. She whirled with a low cry, but be fore she could speak, Horton pushed between them. "What Is It. Eric?" Horton's tone was grave, but not unfriendly. "1 want to talk to Nan." "You may, In a moment. I'd like to talk to you first. Come to my state room. Nan ? .\*ou wait on the deck." Presently they were seated in Hor ton's luxurious suite, the cool, con fident millionaire and the grim, steady eyed ship's officer. Horton offered him a cigar, but Eric declined it. He had not come here to make truce. "1 want to tell you, first of all. how indebted we all feel toward you," Hor ton began quietly. "You saved our lives on the island ? and I'll not forget It, and I mean to stand behind you now. I propose for you to captain your own ship. Moreover, I'll always want you for my friend." In the long pause, Eric's straight gaze did not waver, hut Horton's cheek bones flushed. "Now aboul Nan," Horton went on. "I've reserved a stateroom for her, ad joining mine. It Is true that you and she went through a certain ceremony ? under duress ? but 1 can't regard it as a legal marriage, and I feel sure (hat she doesn't, either. It was only an Aleut rite. And she has never, I feel sure of this, really become your wife." "Did she ask you to say this to me?" "No, not In words. I think, how ever, I am carrying out her wishes. Erie, I want you to be reasonable about this ? forget that empty form In the mud church, as quickly as possi ble. It will be better for her? and for you, too." "That's for Nan to say, not you." Eric rose to Ills full height. "I'm ko Ing to talk to her."' Horton rose, too. "1 advise against It. Her answer will be the same ? and It will be keenly embarrassing for both of you. Later, when we arc all homo again, you may come to see her and try to win her. Although 1 think It better for a girl to marry In her own Immediate sphere, I would have no objection to you as a son-in-law. But It must be brought about in the con ventional way." "I'm going to know, right now. I can stand the embarrassment, and so can she. Unless she herself says oth erwise ? she Is my wife." He strode out, to find Nan waiting by the rail. On the boat deck, under the waning moon, they found a seclud ed corner. But at first his tense throat could not shape his question; the long-drawn seconds fell and wast ed one by one. At last she touched his hand. "What did you want to sny to me, Eric?" "I want to know whether we are going on together ? or part. There can't he any half-way. You must make up your mind now." "Did father speak about the cere mony on the Island?" "Yes. He hinted that you didn't consider it binding." "That's true. 1 can't feel that I'm your wife. It was only a savage rite, and I think we may as well consider It annulled." The moonlight died In Eric's eyes "That's nil I need to know." He turned as though to go. But her hand fell lightly on his arm "But Eric? you might like to know that I'm going to be really married tonight, by the captain of the ship, provided the man I want will tnke me. . . . And I think he will." "He'll take you? but he'll never love you as I love you." Eric spoke In the grave, slow way she knew of' old, In sorrow, not In bitterness. "I don't blame you, Nan. You warned me all the time. I suppose It was inevitable that you'-d decldo on Boy, as soon as you got hac k to your own world." The girl smiled dimly, and a starry shine was In her eyes. "Tills Is not my world." Something In her tone shot an elec tric current through every flher of ids body and soul. It paralyzed bin heart and rustled up his hair. "I ?1? don't understand ? " *i am not dead." She spoke In sol emn exultation. "I am not asleep. I am alive." Ht> stared In dazed wonder. "Don i make me hope, and then let me fall," he begged. "You- you menu Hoy? don't you?" "I mean you? yon? no one In this world but you." Hungrily her warm arms crept about him, and her eager lips pressed his. "Don't you under stand now? Hold me, Eric, and don't ever let me go." Ills old mother, the Sea, would die In her bed, and bis father, the great North, would wear chains on his strong free limbs, before he would )?>? her go? here or In Valhalla. . . Young love . . . romanr# . . rapture . . . victory. . . . (THE EN D.J Novel Buttons and New Fastenings , By CHERIE NICHOLAS IF YOU can snatch ^ out of fashion's med ley of novelties, buck les, button s, ? clips, clasps or Kadsets of any sort which are breath taking In their oddness, by all means do so, for the hue nnd cry now resounding throughout the style world Is for fas tenings of striking originality. One way of giving swank to your outfit Is to use perfectly enormous buttons. They may be of metal or composition, of glass, or better still, of wood, for woodeifllress ornamenta tion Is the rage. As to size, Paris Is not only doing things on a big scale when It comes to buttons but much of the latest costume Jewelry trends to ward generous proportions. Some of the new beads are tremendous In size. Especially those chic new velvet or satin beads which are smartest when they are an exact color-match to your dress. And have you seen the new lipstick buttons? They look amusingly like the real thing. When It comes to unique dress fastenings they are about the neatest trick yet discovered. They measure two Inches long, are of shiny nickel with bright colored gallllth tips at each end. There's a big buckle to match if you're asking. A half dozen of these buttons on a gay woolen Jacket Is warranted to make any au tumn street costume look stunning. The lovely new mirror buttons an swer the call for touches that dazzle and scintillate. To match the mirror buttons on your dress you should have Initials on your bag of the same looking-glass medium cut 'in large block type. In the glittering class, and the glit tering, sparkling note Is certainly go ing strong In fashion's realm this sea son, rhlnestone buttons are shining forth Id all their glory those days ? . and nights. The rhlnestone buttons on the handsome dinner go\\-n cen- ! tered In the Illustration are stars. Which goes to show the charming | originality being displayed In button craft these times. The belt has rhlne- ? stone slides. This gown Is fashioned of heavy black crepe for the skirt. The Jacket blouse is of sheer black moussellne, thus stressing the two piece Idea which Is being sponsored for evening dresses. White silk pique j Is employed for the collar and bow. Laced fastenings are ever so smnrt. They are accomplished In varied ways. In the picture the model to the left carries a style- condensing mes sage in that the Jacket this bronze- i brown woolen suit Is laced uo?n Un front with self- fabric cord which is . drawn through decorative bronzed metal hooks or slots or whatever (hey might be called. The brown caracul collar and epaulets are matched with tabs of fur which finish the cord streamers. The good-looking suit to the right Is of a knitted novelty fabric. Large metal eyelets act as a closing with lacings and tie of the same material. Among other Impelling style touchea in the way of out-of-the-ordlnary fas tenings are such clever devices as safety-pin effects. They are more or namental and Jewelry-like than the prosaic utilitarian kind. In fact they make a most effective showing used In rows Just like buttons. PARISIANISM NEW FASHION RELIGION 'Tarlslanlsin" Is the new fashion re li'^lon which Joan Patou has created lor 1033-1934 season, and he says the reason he has adopted this title Is he cause the fashions of the last few months have diverged somewhat from Parisian taste. "The elegant woman found herself reduced to choosing too realistic an athlete's suit for daytime wear and confronted for evening wear by the alternatives of dressing herself up in seraphim's wings or winding herself round with feathers in the manner of the unforgettable star whose appear ance In our capital aroused such dl verse sentiments." Patou maintains that bis plan this year is not to decorate continues, but to build them so architecturally thai I hey will need no special decoration. The fronts of ills skirts are simple, and bis chief ambition Is to define the legs but <*)ver them at the same time. Mannish Chapeau Really Devastatingly Feminine At first glance seemingly mannish, the hats of the 1033 winter mode prove on closer Inspection, on the contrary devastattngly feminine. Nothing makes a pretty face more utterly girlish than a becoming Jaunty hat of mannish cut, perched at the lust right angle on shining hair. A Rlmple, sophisticated knot, an un expected bow of ribbon, give the Mo to I he sterner suggestion, ftven the heretofore severe sports beret be comes subtly more elegant when fash ioned as It is this season -of choicest fur skins. New Material Possesse* Unlimited Possibilities This Is the heydey of artificial silks. French creative genlu?? the thing we can't seem to get sway from, no mat ter how smart we are about copying things- -has Just given birth to anoth er novelty, which Is hound to make Itself felt In this season's fashions Artificial silk threads have been so mixed with real silk ones that a new material has come forth as the result, with a certain sheen over It that noth Ing heretofore has produced. It has unlimited possibilities. BEADED EPAULETS By CIIKBIK NICHOLAS If you want your dross to have that new look bo sure Its sleeves are topped with somo sort of fancy epnulcts. If It's a street. dross or rout the sleeves will ho enppod with tailored and stitched or braided efforts. For dinner frocks of volvot, sntln or other formal weaves the thoino Is elaborated upon via sparkling embroidered motifs such as hero pictured. This velvet dress flavors of fashions of tho nineties In that It has a tight bodice which tends to create n definite wolstllna and hip curves. Tho full sleevos are fashion ably worked with elongated shoulder pieces of crystal passemonterle. Rhine stone buttons finish tho neckline. The little velvet pill box turhnn sports a quaint ostrich tip. Lac#d Frock* Lacings are a new trick In fnsten Ings for winter frocks. One brick wool frock Is laced from the waist to the high nockllne with brick-colored wool lacings run through glided loops WAR AND TAXES "A war never effaces taxes," said HI llo, the sane of Chinatown. "It only decides who shall gather them.** ? Washington Star. Why Ljqujd Laxatives Do You No Harm The dose of a liquid laxative can be measured. The actioTi can be con trolled. It forms no habit; you need not take a "double dose" a day or two later. Nor will a mild liquid laxative irritate the kidneys. The right liquid laxative will bring a perfect movement, and with no discomfort at the time, or afterward. The wrong cathartic may keep you constipated as long as you keep on using it! An approved liquid laxative (one which is most widely used for both adults and children) is syrup pepsin. Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin is a prescription, and is perfectly safe. Its laxative action is based on senna ? a natural laxative. The bowels will not become dependent on this form ^.of help, as they do in the case of cathartics containing mineral drugs. Ask your druggist for Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin. Member N. R. A. Doctors Give Creosote For Dangerous Coughs For many years our best doctors have prescribed creosote in some form for coughs, colds and bronchitis, knowing how dangerous it is to let them hang on. \ Creomulsion with creosote and six other highly important medicinal ele ments, quickly and effectively Ftops all coughs and colds that otherwise might lead to serious trouble.* Creomulsion is powerful in the treat ment of all colds and coughs, yet it is absolutely harmless and is pleasant and easy to take. 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