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r . ■a |pj' THURSDAY. OCTOBRR 7TH. INI. 1ARNWRI.L PBOPL1 BARNWELL SOUTH CAROLINA ^ ' '-V MOBI v A.r t m Barnwell FARM EXHIBITS 3 COUNTY FAIR \ Miss \ In Cooperation With Willie Mae Vann, Home Domonstration Agent and Harry G. Boylston, County Farm Agent * • > * ‘ ^ ’I ~ Amusements Furnished by ZEIDMAN & POLLIE SHOWS . *x- % i t t t ❖ ❖ f % Six Big Days Six Big Nights ♦♦♦♦♦ t with a wide “And you SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I.—With iJuvld, half-bread aulde, Ilrent Steele, of the American Muaeum of Natural History. Is travel ing In northern Canada.^!)}' a stream he hears {.teniae, daughter of f'ol. Hilaire St. Otige, factor at Walling Rtrer, play' the violin superbly. He Introduces himself and accepts- an in vitation to make the poat lita home during his stay. From St, Ongo ha learns of the mysterious creature of evil, the "WlndiKo,” and the disap pearance of a canoe and its craw, with the seASon's take of fure. CHAPTER II.—Steele hears the “Wln- dlgo." David and Michel, St. Onge'e head-man. leave for the acene of the canoe'ii dlMAptxa ranee. St, Doge tells Steele that I-ascellen, the company's manager at Fort Albany, seeks his ruin In order to compel Denise to mar ry him to save her father. CHAPTER III.—Hearing her violin playing, Steele realizes that Denise la sacrificing a brilliant musical career to comfort her father. David and Mtchal return, but are uncommunicative. (CONTINUED PROM LAST WEEK) On a morning when the warm Sep tember sun, lifting the low-lying river uflsts,' rolled them back on rhigeg. here and' there already flecked with the yellow and gold of a frost-painted birch or poplar, Denis? St. Onge ap peared at breakfast In whipcord and heavy boots. Steele stared in surprise at the change in face and manner of his hoste**. Tht^ ghoat of worry had left her eyes, which shone with high spirits. Her mood of silence had given way to a gayety foreign to hi* knowl- of her. 'This beautiful morning, monaienr, arlotte and f go to wave an an cerolr to the summer which pasoes." "Charlotte la to be envied," he re plied, charmed with the note of choer- Her ogee lighted with amueement “It la pooalhte that K might bo ar- that we taka with us a body- she atid archly "Of course, R la not (or ladMa «• dannaad tha ^edge ■Ww !b « presence of cavaliers—* "Take me, oh fair lady, as thy knight !'* he begged. T.aggnrd though y^u n«‘. you may escort us to my watch tower, where Charlotte and I go to play the spring north, and to wave a bon voyage to the last of the geese.” “It Is charming of you, mademoi- se'le, to allow me to go,” he said, delighted at having the girl to himself In her gay mood, Accofbpanled by the stolid Charlotte, currying n birch bark basket contain ing the lunch, and whose swart face betrayed misgivings she dared not voice. Denise St. Onge appeared at the trade-house. “You will not go. without your rille. monsieur?" queried St. Onge as Steele joined them. , Ts the Windlgo dangerous in broad daylight?” facetiously asked Steele. The bronze face of the factor red dened. “The Windlgo may strike In the day or-night. monsieur. Who knows? It la well you go armed.” And he handed the' Mannllgher to the Ameri can, who took it, mystifled, irritated, that the man to whom he had offered hi* services should withhold his con fidence. . v I*ed by the girl, hardly recognizable In her sudden metamorphosis from s creature of reticence and aloofness to one quick with life, vibrant to the magic of the sunlit September hills, They took (he trail to an isolated ridge about a mile beck from the river. The Watch tower was aptly named, tor unlike moat of the high land of the country, the hill was capped bj a bare brow of rock commandinf a little valley stadded with a chuiu of miniature taken Beyond, a of at the Te A not monsieur?” she asked sweep of her arm. “Beautiful!” he repented, come here often?” “Yes—rhnt is, we used to come here; hut lately—" She caught her self up sharply, then continued. “This valley, monKltMir. I cull my Vale of Tempe. It is enchanting to watch the spring slowly sweep It with Its magic —oaint In. here and there, the soft green of the young birch leaves, tl»e sliver of |H»plnr, and halm of gilead; then rim that brook with the red of the willow buds. And the flrst flowers of the forest—hepatlca, purple and pink and white; violets and wood anemone and trillium—* She paused, the <lhrk eyes grew wistful—the voice throaty, as she con tinued : “Once there was no terror in these green forests; once we.searched, unafraid. Charlotte and ,1, for the flower-treaxures they possessed. ‘Come and And usT they called, and dully we sought them and brought them home to transplant In our garden, but now—" “But now?" he repeated, wondering if lie were, at last, to know—to be made a sharer in her secret. But she eluded him. “Charlotte and T often came here to dream and play aw*y the day—that is, I did,” she laughed. “Poor Charlotte at times was bored, oh. so bored! Was it not so. Charlotte?" ‘ y “Enh, enh! Yes!" mumbled the OJlb- wny wnntun. who sat on a rock apart fnqp the two. her restless eyes sweep ing the scrub below them. “Charlotte is not bored now; she’s scared to death.” suggested Steele with a laugh. “Has site not reason, monsieur?” protested Denisb. “But we have not been here, she and I. since midsum mer. And I miss It so." “You fear to come here now—be lieve in this thing?” He welcomed the opportunity to put the question di rectly. The dark eyes frankly met his. “Is there not good reason, monsieur, for fear in a woman? After the fur canoe —and that night?” Natural as had been her reply, Steele intuitively sensed that she was dissembling—to avoid his Inevitable questioning was willing to have him believe that she, too, was a victim of the general superstition. But had betrayed herself the morning her father cut short her half-uttered warn ing. Wen, the day was young and he feared to preaa her then for an ex planation of what she patently de- aired to avoid. So with g pent to hev question, ha changed the •abject. “We are to have gay music today. mademoiselle. Tan or Joy ; it is too beautiful here to he sad. Even thoqgh the first gray geese of the year puss south, 1 shall send them no message.” "And this message- la It a secret?” “A aeoret. monsieur? What secrets can a woman cherish in these forests?” ruckirfo lifm. Xn her eyes agafii met hta be wondered what memorioa he should carry down to Neplgoa la Octo ber. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) Wm. McNAB ATTENTION. K. K. K. There will be a regular meeting of 'arawell Klan in the Masonic Hall every second and fourth Tuesday nights in each month. A full at> tendance ia requested. FIRS. HEALTH AND ACCIMBTY INSURANCE COtfPANHS. attention given al in Harriaaa Blaefe BARNW1LL. B. a "And This Message—Is It a Secret?" Her reply had been spontaneous, in nocent of subterfuge; then, in his lifted eyebrows and humorous curl of lip, she caught the reflection of the double Implication of her question, and her face flushed to the temple*. “Have you ever longed to Journey south with, the passing geese?" he quickly asked, gallantly covering her embarrassment. “As you play them down the skies, do yon not wish to Join them?" “Why, Monsieur Steele, you have stolen uty dreamR,’' she cried, radiant with surprise. “Always, as they pass. I stand here calling to them to lend me wings to follow—follow Into the south. I try to lure them back with my violin—but no. they pasa. So I send them down , the wind to a mad quick step—my bon voyage, my fare well—until spring' pipes them north." She had risen. And her eyea, akin- ing with emotion, her face, vivid with the color of her thoughts, strangely atirred the man who listened. The lines of her straight body, from shanidera to trim feat, held Ida Watching bar, Steele asked hi motif what this strange girt* strings of he of aloofness and llleoce. Oat lowed by •wtft changes fa whimsical gayafy and 30x3 1-2 Regular CL Cord $7.95 GREATEST TIRE SALE HELD IN THIS CITY GUMDIPPED TIRES Buy Your Tires at Home A REAL CASH PRICE HalHHHHkm m