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CHAPTER I buU.6 7!n,d ?wept 16 lon*> ?ava?? blasts, driving Its cold through layers ^T0Ugh a 111811,11 flesh- straight ?nto bis bones. Snow came, fine snow, stinging blis ?ard snow; it clung to the man's cloth rf' .to his eyebrows and mantled the ourden on his shoulders. Nof and again he lifted his head from the bending which protected his race somewhat from the drive of the ?torm and spoke. All right, Stevle?" he would ask. From the huddle up there, which was a pack-sack with a blanket drawn orer the small boy riding In It, would come a whimper. Toots are cold I" ftilT!gS0 'em' StCV,el W,8?,e 'em ilr nmn would 8?y and plunge ?i?* * ? something like desperation In w* grit of his snowshoes through the loose covering of old snow, pulling the fcf v?fihe b,nnket whlch he held In chMiV.h ,8 b,U C,OSer t0 keep the chUd s head and shoulders covered. ?? >,? mnn Was fr|Shtened. It showed ! hl" pnce- which was too swift for long Journeying, showed In his excited breathing, which the effort of even t,rnvcl a,one wo?ld not have produced ; showed, also, In the way he turned frequently to look backward, as if fearful of pursuit. For the first hour it had not been r hit mm w" COl(1, yes' nnd Mowing ? bit, still, the conditions were not dlscournglng to a man with less than forty pounds on his back and with only twenty miles to go; not discour aging when necessity seasoned with desperation occasioned the trek. Even 1 J ?. ?(,..been RtormInK the start and had the burden been much heavier e effort would have been as nothing compared to the prospect of Jail. But he had scarcely left behind the yellow squares of windows In Flynn's camp before the first outriders of snow squalls struck, and before he had cov ered a third of the way the blizzard roared down upon him. For Drake, a blizzard was nothing new. For Drake alone, that Is. Rut with a four-year-old on his hack a storm like this was something else again. And rio\v~lhe child "for" "the flrstTlme volunteered a complaint; "Daddy, my foots are cold !" "Won't be long, now, Stevle; hang on; well get Into a nice, warm place pretty quick, now I" The little boy snuggled closer. The mlttened hands which had rested on the man's shoulders unde^' the pro tecting blanket worked forward half embracing his father's neck. Drake's breath caught and he shook nis head to clear away the mist which formed In his eyes. Going back was out of the question. The thing which had driven him off would be dlscov ered by now. A stop to attempt to warm the child would have been risky even had he a belt-ax with which to knock up a shelter and fuel. Rut It was a dozen miles yet to the railroad; a dozen miles, with'the going getting rapidly worse and the cold in creasing and his own strength, taxed by the demands of his physical neces sity and the sapplngs of twin fears ebbing steadily. He edged to the left, now, watching the bank of the winter-locked stream looking for an opening in the timber Taking It. he would be forced to cross a bald ridge and face an even more Intense sweep of the storm, but men said It saved three miles on the trln to town. Three miles, an hour's travel /h. child whimpered ? little for the first time. "All right, Stevle I Won't bo long now . . Here we are!" He saw the leaning cedar and the opening of the trail and swung Upward It. The going was more difficult because loose snow had fallen to shin depth and lay unpacked by the wind. The cover yielded a measure of protection from the blizzard and this was wel come but tho climb was a fresh de mand on Drake's overworked lungs and heart and muscles, Rrenth began '0""bJn "n<1 "?> ?tn?:ored nntll the little boy clasped his neck In a hold thot strangled. "Don't, Stevle I"? pushing the small hands away, "fan't breathe . . . Whon yon ... do that. . , The child began to cry softly and the man stopped, panting and swav Ing slightly. 3 ."Wiggle your toes. Stevle I Dnd'll take care of you. Hush now Don't cry. . . , Please don't I" Drake bent lower and drew the blanket tighter over his sons head ire began to exercise caution of ? ROrt ?"? rr "" miKhi mark tho depression In the snow which was the trail. He m??t not leave that trail. He must not lose It for an instant! h0 told himself that *!? d k ?U(1, ,)PtWeon "?">? t?f>th n,,d The win /TG cnut,on" Plodding, rlw ,W n J>V? (lof>I>pr thf,n 'he mar row of his bones, now; it seemed to wl6".* Very bIood now <" ?'ls ?nil !t "?'rnfi<1 to penetrnte his skull ?nd numb his brain. K ve? trnT' ?udden,y. stopped, tone* * trn" 8UdrtG"'y was nboat and followed tils tracks, fining rnpI(1J , to?tho .JWS U rnt' He ha(1 abend 5 *hftft th* tpall wont straight ?head. He pressed forward with a f?,ln* ">??' ??><! then fell ,pr?W| Stevle to ttcreatn ?brjlly and commenc* to cry minutes prsko ,0 ?0t llp By BAROLD TITUS Copyright by Harold Titus WNU B?rvlc? because he had broken through the mantled top of a down tree and could find so little purchase among the dry, brittle branches, and because he was * -? a fresh and greater top. He had missed It again! "We're lost I" he cried. "Turned around, Stevlel We got to get back to the river, somehow !" Drake began circling, panic stricken. The hulking figure that, many min utes behind, followed this aimless and changing and rapidly fading trail was Ranlc Btrlcken, as well. Never In all His experience had Jim Flynn been keyed up as he was now. He realized that Drake hnd lost his way before he had been a-top that ridge ten minutes, because Jim knew the country as he knew his own shanty, back yonder at headquarters. He saw where the other had doubled after first losing the way, saw- where he had fallen twice, read In the signs indications of panic. . . . Then a sort of fear shook Flynn. He read the story in the snow and roared out Into the hubbub of mad leads across a down Every Trace of a Trail Suddenly Wat Gone. weather: "Drake! Hi, you, Drake!" A great, bellowing voice, his, but It was swallowed by the storm, reached nowhere, was as useless for Its pur pose as a whisper. He traveled down-wind, now, run ning where sign showed clearly, most cautious In those places where It was faint. And then, through one of those brief lifts, he saw them, the man with his burden staggering along with a blanket trailing, and Flynn called out again with all the strength of lungs and throat. If Drake heard he did not stop. He kept on and, after him, through the snow which seemed to fly even thicker, went Jim Flynn, a moose of n man. "HI, you I Come back from that, Drnke! Keep away from that!" For such a heavy man he made tre mendous speed, but It was a tre mendous need that drove him, now. lie had to keep going, he must stop that other before he reached the rim that lay before him. It broke off like the edge of a table, he knew; It went down a hundred feet of almost sheer drop, with rocks Jutting out from the face of the cliff to catch and mash and malm a man. "Drake! You, Drake!" Ills bellow carried, then, and he saw Drake turn his face over his shoulder, but he did not halt, i It was not until Flynn's great mlt tened hand caught him by the shoulder and spun him about and hurled him backward Into the snow that Drake's flight was checked. Two more of tjiose crazy strides and man and little boy would have been over and down. . . . A f. he reeled bnckward, Drake cried, "Oh, Jim!" And th4h, as he cowered In the drift : "Oh, Jim I You found It out!" Stevle was crying, a muffled sound, and old Jim dropped to his knees and lifted the little boy. ."Cryln' !" He said and choked a bit, as in relief. "Cryln', eh? Then It ain't too late I" Ho Jerked open his thick rnacklnaw, gathered the child ln\ ills arms and holding t lie small body'j firmly against his breast folded th?^ heavy Jacket over It. / "Put your fare agin' my neck, Stevle, And you, Drake, come on; follow me closer' The prostrate man made no move. "(Jet up!" Flynn cried angrily and kicked at him with ills snow shoe. "(Jet on your feet! There's a trap pers' Cabin' half mile yonder. . . . (Jet up, I say I" He stooped and grasped one of Drake's arms, dragging him to his lag gard legs. "You keep by me! Don't you dare try to quit, now, Drake! And como fast because ... A little kid ... in this!" The pace lie set was taxing but the trail he broke helped the exhausted man behind. They dropped down a steep slope and, beside a fold In the snow which was a tiny stream, came Upon a small log cabin, window gone, door sagging on Its hinges. "Here we are, Ktevle I" The voice was hearty, almost laughing, now, but the look In Flynn's eyes was harried. "Here we arel" My foots ! whimpered the child. ? hye. Drake," said Flynn and shouldered the door open. The other staggered behind him, leaning against Jjp? cab,D wal1- Panting through open "Kick off your snow-shoes, you chump 1 Here hold th' laddy I" He thrust the boy Into his father's arms. The ruin of a sheet Iron stove was in one corner, with pipe rusted and askew but still Jointed. A rude bunk held a deep thickness of balsam boughs, brown and brittle. Tearing off an armful of these. Flynn thrust tnem Into the stove and struck a match. Soon th^ twigs ignited and flames roared. Out came Flynn's belt-ax and crashed Into the framework of the bunk. In mere minutes lengths of tinder-dry aspen were burning and then Jim stripped off his macklnaw, bung it over the window and shoved Drake away from the doorway. The drift about the entry was cleared, the door kicked Into an ap proximation of its place and then Jim turned to tho other. Work up* some more wood now. Your cheek's frosted but that don't count. . . . Here, Stevle, come to old Jim !" Foots!" the boy walled. "My foots!"? as his father surrendered him. Hurt, do they? That's good; that's fine, Stevle! Hands hurt, too? Ain't that great? Nothln' frozen much about you, likely. . . . Not by a hair!" Off came the small mittens, exposing reddened hands. Then the rubbers and socks were stripped from his feet They were blue, with the toes curled up and .Ilm. holding first one. then the other, in his cupped hands blew on the discolored flesh, alternating this with brisk chafing. "You missed freezing by a hair, sonny! Gosh, ain't it a relief that they hurt, though?" He had seated himself on a worn bench and now swung the lad to his knees so that they faced one another. He fumbled at his shirt, opening the 'ront, then ripped open his heavy un dershirt exposing his great chest. "In mey go, Stevle! Into old Jim's ; oven, now. where they'll warm up but not so fast as to make 'em hurt nw He thrust the small feet in be nealfltyis armpits, clamping down on them and holding them tight. "Now, tuck them cold hands down my back, Stevle. That's the lad! That's the little man I Now, we're going to warm up In a hurry !" He wrapped his ponderous arms about the small body and rocked back and forth, crooning In a deep rumble. Drake, in the meantime, had knocked more of the bunk Into proper lengths, filled the stove and braced the pipe. Already the heat was penetrating their clothing, filling the room. They were sheltered from the wind, thev had a fire, and although little Ste\ e still Bobbed with fright and pain, he was out of danger. Never so long as he lived -would Steve Drake forget the dellclousness of that sensation. At first he tugged at his throbbing feet, tried to draw away from the clamp of those heavy arms because the sharp pains of re stored circulation shot clear to his hips. Rut the big man only crooned tho louder and held him closer and kept saying that the hurt would soon be over, now. and that It wns a good sign. He was right. The throb and burn died out nnd a tremendously sweet warmth hegnn to seep through the small body. . . . Feeling so comfortable took all the child's attention. It made him heed less of the things his father and .Tim snld to ench other most of the time but. of course, no boy who Is even half awake and not really hurting could be wholly heedless of the thlnirs that a boss as Important as Jim Flynn said to his father a little later. J Neither can a boy see his fnther cry and not remember It. Drake did Just that. For a long time be cried, as n little boy might cry, as Stevle had never seen nny man cry. and Jim did not look nt him; Just looked other places and hummed some nnd seethed to be trying to think up something to say. After a while he appeared to think of things, nnd what he said was what any boy would remember. For Instnnce: "Ytyi're a fool. Drake" "Yes. . . . What a fool ! I thought I could get away with It and you might never do anything about It and a thousand dollars ? " "Oh. that!"? as If it didn't matter and Jim clenred his throat with a great noise. "Wasn't thlnkln' about that. Drake. About Stevle, here I mean. Had enough for a grown man to monkey with weather nnd get froze up, but takln' a fine little duffer like Stevle Into It. . . . That's what proves you a fool." Sure. Hut I'm thinking about the money, Jim. . . . An(1 fhnt ,,m , ' thief, now." "Never mind that, Drake. Nobody i much, knows t)ii t us. And a thousand's nothing." (TO nm CONTINUED.) j Scinnc* of Ch?miilrf The science of chemistry had Its origin In /remote antiquity. Many of Its oarller secrets form the basl* of mod ern knowledge. Farly chemistry de veloped from gradual findings usually I relating to the extraction of various me a s from ores. Modern , emlstry ! had been largely developed along In dustrtnl lines during the Nineteenth century, nnd since the World war enormous progress has been mad?. Hats That Go Definitely Off-Face By CHERIE NICHOLAS HATS ofT-the-face Is latest millinery news. It would seem that the five fetching spring chapeaux In the Illus tration could not pose farther hack on j the head if they tried and stay on properly. However, * that is the way | of the newest brims ? to describe a sort 1 of halo about the head which gives us ' something refreshingly different from the types which have been in fashion for many seasons past. We are Inclined to believe that a conspiracy must have been going on between milliner and hairdresser to have brought about such perfect har mony between hat and hair. We will admit that this new silhouette, at first glance, seems designed for youth and youth only, but by way of encourage ment to those who hesitate we're tell ing you that the off-the-face halrdress and the brim which reveals an erpan aive forehead are more flattering to those beyond debutante years than one might suppose. Then, too, as the new models continue to Join In the style parade It Is noted that milliners are Introducing little softening touches In the way of front hnndeaux and other devices which are guaranteed to flat ter. Nor Is It fair to conclude that a soft arrangement of hair about the face Is utterly taboo. On the contrary fash Ion Is that fickle you are told In one breath to brush back your hair so as to show a placid brow and the next In stant It's rumors of "bangs" which reaches our astonished ears. The first picture In this group unmistakably carries the message of bnngs. The lit tle off-the face hnt Is a Talbot tri umph done In taffeta- with a big bow of spotted ribbon. The talk of town for spring Is thj Breton sailor. Well, here you see it to the right at the top Ir ) the picture. It Is made of blnrk toya. The thing SHOES MATCH GARB IN CUT AND COLOR New shoos for 1034 match clothes In cut and color. HIgh-thronted shoes appear ns n smart accompanlmertt for the high necked frocks, while oxfords which lace over the top of the foot with six or seven eyelets nre shown ns advance spring footwear to he worn with dresses which lace tip the front. Shoes which have flecked designs In several tones across the Instep, sug gesting the effect of flecked wools, arc shown as a smart accessory to knitted or flecked wool sports frocks, and shoes covered with little diamond shaped perforations are ready to he worn with high-necked frocks which have a diamond brooch flashing from the high neckline. Softness in Now Dresses Feature of Season's Mode When one recalls the long and hap py career of the Vlonnet soft crepe afternoon dresses and the cry for more In almllar genre It Is not surprising that the stylists again recognize the possibilities latent In the soft crepe frock. The Vlonnets were soft through cowls, scarf details and circular full ness, while these latest types have tin pressed pleats and careless drapes. Hut It Is a type of frock which stands out as entirely distinct from the tnl lored daytime frock. Sport* Attirn Knitted or crocheted frocks, coats, suits and hats aro helng chosen by fashionable women for sports wear, nnd suede suits with revers faced In hand knitted wool to match the accom panying blouse are one of the smart sports novelties of the season. that Is outstanding about the stripes for facing and scarf Is that they are In the now-the-rage Mexican colors, for fashion has gone gaily Mexican this season. Your p?\v suit blouse should be of Mexican striped silk or at least /on should wear with your spring navy or black crepe frock a Ret of bizarre Mexican striped costume Jewelry. Just a word more about the popular Breton sailor. It need not be as severe In lines as you may conjec ture, for milliners are giving nil sorts of softening effects, Perhaps no type of hnt Is more Im portant this senson than Is the tlarn turban. You will recognize at once that the model centered in the picture Is one such. It Is fnshloned of mate lasse straw with a row of buttons ac centing the t'.ara motif. No matter how staunch you have been In favor of snug close-fitting hats, you are going to find yourself talking, thinking and wearing brims this spring and smnmer. Which really will not be fuclTa sacrifice after all, for the new brimmed models are thnt good looking and smartly tuned to occasion. It is said they will even be worn with suits as well as lighter frocks. The model below to the right In the group lends Itself ndnilrahlv to this thought for It carries a tailored feeling. In this Re boux "Desperado" we see a dashing example of the new side roll which is being strongly advocated. i.nst hut not least we show you ? Iteboux halo hat. It Is of leghorn, tins a bound edge and Illustrates the fond ness for bows as an underbrim treat merit. In conclusion hear this exciting news about flowers. Kntire brims are being faced with them. The newsiest news of all Is that flower trimmings are making their appearance on felt shapes. ? by Western Nfiwspnpfr 1,'nlon. WITH PEPLUM l?y C1IKKIK Nl ( HOI. AH Tills very youthful-looking peplun | frock la fnflhloned of olive Rreon won! I crepe, with brown velvet the trimming note. The pep In in Iden Ifl being ex plotted for nil It Ih worth this nennon i A Little Bit CLINCHING THE DIAGNOSIS The eminent alienist recognized the thug who was holding him up. "Look here," he protested, "I'm your benefactor. Don't you recall that I once saved you from a life sen tence by proving you crazy?" "Sure, I remember you now," the thug said as he continued his work. "And ain't holdln' up your benefac tor a cra/.y thing to do?" ? Iioston Transcript. The Long Talk "After I got through with my re marks," said the orator, "the people applauded loudly." "I Joined In that applause," re plied Miss Cajonne. "You were Interested?" "Yea, and grateful. I was afraid for awhile that you had grown ab sent-minded and thought you were filibustering." ? Washington Star. The Saga Speak* lie was about to be married, and was listening to advice from his vari ous friends. A wise oJd man said to him : "Now, my boy, If you want to be a success, be clean about the house; be kind and thoughtful; be kind to dumb an imals ; but, whatever you do, don't say, 'What a smart woman that Is living next door!'" ? London Tlt-ISlts. AND HIS SIZE ! "What do you call a man who runs J an automobile?" | "Depends on how near he comes | to hitting mo." Enlightenment An army ofllcer was showing his fair young guest round the bnrracks. Presently a bugle sounded. "What's that for, Tom?" she asked the young man. "That's the tatoo," he replied. She raised her eyebrows under standing^. MOh, I see," she said. "I've often seen It on soldiers' arms, but I didn't know they had a special time for It" Distant Relative j "Don't speak evil of him. He is l your relative." ! "Yes, but a distant one." *1 thought he was your brother." "Yes, but he Is the oldest and I I the youngest." ? (iez/.ettlno Illustrato, i Venice. Procrastination J Wife ? John, I gave you this letter to mail a month ago and I Just fouml It In your plaid coat pocket ! Husband ? I remember! I took off the coat at the time to have you I sew a button on It and' It Isn't sewed j on yet ! It I* Indeed | "You ask high wages for a man with no experience In the poultry j business." I "Well, sir, It's much harder work when you don't know anything about Fifty-Fifty "I am ready." "Of course? you have no hair to eonib." I "Yes, but I have more fare to 1 wash." ? Hummel (Hamburg). I '