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owas. ‘l umocrsren some. SIXTH INSTALMENT they returned. "I‘m going to sleop SYNOPSIS: Y Ed Maitland, t!! noon, boys," he eaid, next mornâ€" son of a New mnd seafaring ing. "If you feel co emergetic, have family, and the hardened | , a look at the trail above here. I‘ve Spooj Malone, met on a north been hbearing some bad rumore to the Yukon goid fields in ‘97, when about it." word of the ric came down the | came down the wilc coast. Mailâ€" land was dmrum to win back his lost fortune before he returned home. p'l:e:it:,omhh‘ men became partâ€" ners, S not to get tangled with the law if he could help it, and to clear out from the rrtncrlhip if he did. Frenchy, the sherman whose smack took the two men north; Lucky Rose, the beautiâ€" ful girl who had given a %Dw Maitland as a keepsake; m, camp leader, resentful of Rose‘s attention to Maitland; Steiner, the money lender; young Pete and his drunken partner Bill Owens; Brent, oldâ€"time prospector ; G;rno:i.well-t.o- do traveler who hired Maitland and Speed to take his thizg: over the mountainsâ€"these are the principal figures in the story. Malone, Maitâ€" land and Garnet hauled part of his stuff from the canvas camp on the Skagway beach over the trail to the camp in the hills called Liarsville. The trail was in bad condition. Now go on with the story. The pack train had been tugging. cursing, halting and sliding for hours in a disjointed snakeline up the graveled river canyon, through a drizzling rain that soaked the lashâ€" ings and shoulder straps, cut flesh to the raw, changed gravel to mud, and with the churn of hundreds of hooves among the slippery wrack of cottonâ€"woods, made footing almost impéceible * By the order of the trail, prospecâ€" tors movie] their outfts in relays, Indian file. travelling as far uptrail as they could between midnight and one in the afternoon, there to cache their packs and return, during the remaining hours, for other loads. CGarnets outfit was an odd one, unâ€" encumbered by mining tools or inâ€" wtruments. or by any special equip ment that might give a clue to his purpose in the North. It was rather like the outht of a rich man might have chosen for a long camping tour, though this was not a journey which aryone would be like to undertake for pleasure or health, Two game rifles and rods, however, showed that he hoped for some diversion by the was ~Al lael a ring of axes, pans and | voices floated up from a mountain hollow through the rain. The trai!‘ dipped down toward a camp, which was pleasantly announced by thel aroma of coffee and of wet pine burnâ€" ing. l "Tethering the horses under some dripping bough«, where the needles spread a carpet free from mud, specd unmade the packs. "Belly up to the bar for some.close harmony, vow hands," he sang out cheerily. "We‘ve hit the camp of Liarsville." Garnet «tood bowed under his load and asked in a spent voice how far they had come. ‘ Speed â€" swallowed | his â€" chuckles. The dislatnce was said to be five miles ~‘Muybe." he added as an enâ€" contagement, "they call it ‘Liarsâ€" ville in mem‘ry of whoever said it was five miles." Garnet showed so little interest in continuing his travels after lunch that they left him in camp to rest, and brought up another load on the night trail from Skagway, for the moral effect of getting the outft well started. ' Eé;flét was in his blankets when Add Years to Your Life At least 600. of physical and mental misery is preventable and curable. Keep young, look young and be young by learning the secrets of right living at The â€" Physical Culture Hotel. _ Restore impaired health and Insure good health for the future Natural Methods Only No Medicines, Drugs Nor Operations. A monâ€"profit Institution sponsored by the Bernart Macfadden Founâ€" dation. Trained and experienced health . experte. _ Miraculous . reâ€" sults. . 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They set out on this excursion in the lighthearted 'mood conferred. by a ecrubbing, a shave, a good breakfast and morning sunlight. | Avoiding the camp, they crossed a river bridge, and from there, by a steep and broken track which the pack animale of earlier comers had scarred out, climbed into some mounâ€" tain ravines that began to reek with a mephitic odor of death. ‘The shambles became more ghastly as they climbed. | _ In the dips of the eoâ€"called "trail", a series of quagmires had. been enâ€" larged to small mud lakes by the wear of successive hoovese around the rim. ‘The ewollen carcaeses of dead horses lay floating or halfâ€"bedâ€" ded in muskegs and sloughe. On sheer mountain sides the trail dwinâ€" dled in places to a cattle track, and its hazards to burdened horses and men were grimly proved by the reâ€" lics that lay ecattered in the canyon _ troughs. Some travelers who appeared to have lost their horses, were strug: gling to handâ€"haul their packs through a wallow not more than a mile above Liarsville. It was all the progress they had been able to make «ince morning. Others, incredibly plastered with mud, and bearing the wan stamp of defeat in their faces, were â€" backtrailing â€" toward â€" camp. ‘These were trail veterans who took ordinary hardship with a emile. Plainly, one look at enough for Garnet. As they stood considering the disâ€"| mal prospect, they were joined by & | man whom they recognized through | disguising mud smears as the old». time prospector, Brent. j "Wha‘s against it?" "Fallon‘s outft . He claims we can‘t reach Bennett before the freeze p if we stop to make a trail. It‘s tough on the boys who‘re short of horees. The way he sees it, it‘s their hard luck. A stampede is a stampede, says the trail bose." "Pretty. ain‘t it," Brent commentâ€" ed, spitting tobacco juice into the slough. "It would look a heap better," eaid Speed, thoughtfully, "if the camp got together and graded a trail. A few days‘ work would corduroy these muskegs." "Just what I told ‘em," Brent nod ded. 5 i 7 "A bunch of us," said Brent, with a smoulder in his tired eyes, ‘"aim to call a camp meetin‘ at one o‘clock â€"when the crowd‘s in and before the backtrailin‘ starts, so we can get a full vote. That‘s why I sgoke to ye. Can we figure on you boys to stand in?" "Fallon‘s got guts but I don‘t seem to like ‘em, someway," said peeq._ Speed looked at his partner. It was their one remaining chance of keeping Garnet on the trail. "You can count on us to vote," he said, "but that‘s all." â€" o Brent signified that he asked for nothing more, and leaving them, went up the trail to collect more voters. __ When they returned to Liarsville the camp was crowded. Here and there the dispirited faces of mudâ€" draggled men showed that Fallon‘s decision meant the end of theâ€"trail for some of them, but they accepted it as the harsh law of the stampede. DIXIE DUGAN it would be narowâ€"eyed face of the dealer, on \ which the sunlight fell squarely. ring the disâ€"| ‘"Seems like I‘ve seen that bird ntosa n . ‘somewheres," he muttered. ________ochierronpramsesrreust t twist on his lips, "the play ain‘t through yet on‘y it‘s a new game." â€" ® i!.â€"'â€""m'.;'.'.; no money neither." t.'“‘ 6 Brent‘s chane Speed, in fact, not moved c as woman mmh:'ma"'”.mmflwlix‘tntgsf“hs hey® give only tem partners money was there. porary relief. % found :llh had reached a criticâ€"| "X"0) «03 for this exact result, and |a permanent she writes Serore they reached the cache,|was till framing his next move |to tell us about it y s T ned porfectâ€"Sven whee, 10 S | vietrm of eoote »emetipetinye 1 wied them, looking refreshed and clean ....ua..":'.‘. noare slaaed cauee m_â€".u..ll-.*_-nhh- that it um RHEBIMM, PPDEITW NBREWTTTOC MTCCOC as he ste carefully alo: river‘ p.t{p.ao listened in :fi‘ to Speed‘s tactful account of to Speed‘s tactful account of the trail, and agreed to attend the mass But he was visibly more interâ€". ested in some sounds that came to! them from the vicinity of the bridge. A metallic "comeâ€"on" chant rang stridently through the hollow, above a babel of voices and the river‘s brawl. 6. _ ‘"Not a game of chance, friends. A simple test of skill. The quickâ€" ness of the hand deceives the eye "Suppose we give the game a spin while waiting for one o‘clock," Garâ€" net suggested. ‘"You need some relaxation." s __*"You can spin it," Speed declined. "If I had the jack it wouldn‘t relax me none to give it to a shell rigger." The sunlight that pierced the{ canyon mist fell on a noisy crowd around the dealer‘s pitch table, many of them not following the game, but simply herding there to wait for the backtrail to clear. A player had just placed a bet. From the hiiher ground at the bridge head they saw it to be the man with the sheepskin coat â€" Pete‘s partner Bill. Noticeably drunk, Bill was swaying on his heels. Fallon i,and one of his outfit stood near, watching him play. oo _ "I guess we‘ll pass this," said Garnet prudently. cemence _ Speed did not answer. His attenâ€" tlon had been arrested by the pallid, While Bill stood shifting his wealth between his hands, the yelâ€" low head of his young partner apâ€" peared beside him. Pete was trying to pull him out of the game. Igâ€" nored by. Bill, the boy said someâ€" thing to Fallonâ€"not audible from the bridge. Fallon brushed him out of the way with an impatient, backâ€" ward fling of his hand. The blow \might have been unintentional, but the hand was heavy and ringed. If ‘cut the boy‘s cheek and sent him stumbling. . _ _ "Damned shame," said Garnet. Speed swore to himself. Pete broke away and went up the canyon while Bill was oblivious to everyâ€" thing but the stakes he was vaguely | counting. The dealer hastened to cover thel incident. ". . . . Not a game of chanice, miners. The quickness of the handâ€"â€"" Here the dealer‘s voice hung trailing, his cold eyes, roving over the crowd, sud:len*y encounâ€" tered and locked with Speed‘s. A look of incredulous wonder pierced his mask. "A thousand," maundered Bill. "Shoot â€" it, Bill," / said Fallon. "I‘ll copper you some in case you lose." He laid a small stack of gold !pieces on the table, as Bill lurched forward and placed his double ‘hand full of money. l M bet a thousand on Bill to win The discovery that it was Speed who had spoken astonished no one quite as much as Maitland, who knew the limits of his resources. The offer had been made to the dealer, but Fallon wheeled around with a scowl that darkened when he recognized the speaker. Cocking his cigar, he drew a large roll from his pocked and slapped down a counted sum on the table. "There‘s a thouâ€" q9 ie ht ten! ~ FOR 30 YEARS wra oh uolOl on |prsttoaly sonything Ppat "wes wad of bills. Fortune sometimes|possible to try. I admit I was a favors the absolute gambler. “MM“ mM time the means of her miracle was 1gâ€"uur‘ Q.TLUMâ€" GAMWMM‘&M}“M& after that I was just as as ever. roll into his poei Three months ago 1 took my first "I mean money," growled Fallon,|taste of Kruschen Saits, and every "I mean money, .Eowlod Fallon,|taste of Rruschen SS at the first hint of delay. ?Yonn-'_glgqrninc so long as I run a whisperin‘ bluff in this game." Doubt struggled with fear in the dealer‘s face when the insult was ignored. Speed walked ur to the table stripping a sheaf of clean oneâ€" hundred dollar bills from Garnet‘s roll, and laid it ajongside Fallon‘s. Then his eyes pinned the dealer. Then his .X“ pinned the dealer. "You can deal this any. way you figure healthy," he said. "On‘y reâ€" membet l’:\h{ukin'-l!ill to win." The dealer‘s pale visage turned paler; he lowered his head to conâ€" ceal a twitching of his mouth. There was a craning moment of silence. A hum ran through the crowd as the dealer lifted the shells. Fallon ripped out an oath of chaâ€" grin and unbelief. Bill had won. Speed picked up his own and the other‘s stake, and was turning away when Fallon called him back. "What I took ye for," snarled the camp boss. "A bnf-und-run gambler. Pull up there, fellow. The play ain‘t through yet." A slight twist in the corner of Speed‘s mouth showed that this was not unexpected. "No," he said, "the play ain‘t through yet, on‘y it‘s a new game. They‘s a stretch of trail between here and the bridge up the line that need‘s fixin‘ almighty bad. Horses and outfits has been lost on it. You‘re the boss of this c-mfi). and you‘ve blocked the move to fix it because you‘ve a big string of mules and can take a chance of lightin‘ through in one haul. You don‘t give a damn for the small miner who has to relay his pack over that slew with one horse or none. Well, some of us figure difâ€" ferent. Four days‘ work with the camp drafted will put the trail in shape. It‘s the on‘y chance for a lot of the boys who‘ve sunk their last red to get here. You can‘t run a white miner‘s camp without takin‘ count of the common prospector. ‘That‘s rock bottom â€"stampede or none. If you doubt it, Fallon, and want to. gamble, I‘ll bet you this yer thousand the camp ain‘t back of The stillness in the canyon was complete, save for the gush of the river. Quietly as the words had been spoken, they had touched every instinect of the crowd at once. ye." Shrewd malice curled Fallon‘s eyes. "I‘ll take your bet," he said. ‘‘These men know what a delay would mean. If you think you can halt ‘em, the idea will cost you a thousand and somethin‘ more." Now that it had an outlet, the response to the crowd broke loose. "I‘m with you, brother," a man called out to Speed. ‘"That‘s talkin‘ . . . ." and similar endorsements mounted over the voices of dissent. "Hold on," barked Fallon, abovel the tumult, "and swivel your muzzleâ€"loadin‘ brains on what thisl crook‘s playing for. Who is he? Where‘s he from? Blowed into camp two days ago a busted drifter; now he‘s flashin‘ money. Ever meet a ‘fixer‘ on the gold trails? Well, the inside crowd in the Yukon is ‘workin' hard to plaster ever‘ good location before the stampede arrives, and here‘s a slick frame to freeze you out." 4 The outlaw creased a cigarette| paper. "You‘re switchin‘ your bet," | he said evenly. "The question is| whether the boys want to make 8| ;trail. But if you want to talk perâ€" sonalâ€"â€"how does it come that a man who‘s so allâ€"fired anxious to see ever‘ one get to Dawson, spends his time makin‘ this miner drunk and persuadin‘ him to bust hisself at a| skin game. Another is that coward‘s lick you took at the kid a while: back." The cool temerity of the challenge held the crowd in a spell. ‘"You ask where I come from,", Speed continued. "I come from a state where a man low enough to |do a thing like that would be booted |out of a camp of horse thieves." ~ The argument was farâ€"drawn, but cunningly gauged to an audience of credulous, impatient, goldâ€"fevéered men. [ Speed parried it promptly. "That won‘t hold gravel," he declared. "The river don‘t freeze till the first week in October. Four days won‘t hurt that margin, and most of the camp will gain time on a good trail." ‘"What you ain‘t primed to anâ€" swer," returned Fallon, ‘"is who you are and what you‘re doin‘ here with }iha.t bunch of money and no outâ€" £." Oh, he won‘t ily. "He‘s one Fallon‘s hand flashed to his guns and stopped there, a puzzled seam deepening between his eyes. He could not imagine anyone taking such a chance unless he were sure of an advantage. On Speed‘s part it was sheer gambliniâ€"one of those reckless yet clearâ€"headed gestures of which instances are not unknown in the annals of the West, where gunmen have sometimes been chalâ€" lenged and held without the teach ing of a weapon. _ _ . _ The hush was sudden:iy broken by Brent, who had arrived with his backers, and judged it time to cut " said Fellon| â€" Woman‘s Long Search fer 1 THINK, duty lr{‘bo'.h act to the clock, and my friends remark how well I am bok.; E’ v!.’..og-.l.’. m‘.‘:}’v‘il:u_ 1 try Kruschen years ago." â€" (Mrs.) duty upon rising is my Kruschen. lhon“t.lfl feel a different woman. My bowels act to the clock, and my for maintaining a condition of inâ€" ternal cleanliness. The six saits in Kruschen stimulate your internal organs to smooth, regular action. Your system is thus kept clear of those impurities which, allowed to accumulate, lower the whole tone of the system. x this fuse. "Who‘s fer fixin‘ the trail? Make it a showdown, boys!" The uprear forced Fallon to susâ€" pend dealings with Speed while he met a different threat. Heads were counted in a confused din. A maâ€" jority showed for Brent‘s propoâ€" sition, but many had not declared themselves either way. "That‘s no showdown!" yelled Fallon. "To fix the trail you‘ve got to bar it. Try that and you‘ll damn soon find how much of the camp‘s behind me. You can‘t bar it." We‘ll go to bedrock on that g:‘i:nt right now," _ Brent _ shot k. "We‘ve got a man who‘ll see the job done, and the miners‘ committee sure needs a new chairman. Get behind this, men." _ _ _ .& There was a tangled burst of enâ€" raged and jubilant shouts. In the confusion it was a moment before Sieed could make himself heard. This was more than he had counted on. "I ain‘t the man for the job," he said. "I‘m a stranger and I ain‘t patient enough to argue with susâ€" picions. Put up one of your own men." ‘Patience be damned," growled a sunâ€"browned Arizona miner. "Who all‘s askin‘ you to be patient?" Fallon, sure of himself now, lit a fresh ci?r and flicked the match meditatively in Speed‘s direction. "The man don‘t live," he said comâ€" placently, "who can bar a trail when my outfit gets ready to go through. As for this meddler, he don‘t amount to a puff of smoke, and I‘ll show you he don‘tâ€"‘" and the cam& boss puts his hands on his guns. * called him yesterday for a liar and a horse thief, whichever was his fightin‘ word. But that was too mild, I say now that he‘s a sneakin‘ liar and a yellow coyote, both." (To he Continued) here?" "Yes, your Honor." â€" "Lights O.K.?" "Yes, your Honor." Sound O.K.?" ‘"Yes, your Honor." "Good! Then let justice take ite conrse " Kruschen Saits is Nature‘s Reasoning It Out ‘ "Young man," said the city merâ€" chant severely. "I notice that you are almost invariably from ten to twenty minutes late in getting to the office!" "I know sir," replied the youth, "but you seem to set such a small value on my time that I didn‘t think it mattered much," anewered the young man. Not "Playing Fair". Sheâ€"Aline‘s twin brother annoys her dreadfully." Heâ€"How? Sheâ€"You see, everybody knows they are twins. and poor Aline can‘t pase for only 24, because he tells people he‘s 30!" A little hoy came flying round the corner of the street and pulled up beside a policeman. s constable gruffly "I «ay." said the boy, "it you saw a little boy getting hurt, would you interfere?" The policeman looked very Importâ€" ant. a strap."* Iy 0 "Well, will you come along with me, please?" said the boy. "Dad is waiting for me at the front door with In an Indiana college town a etuâ€" dent called at a boardingâ€"house to inâ€" tivre about roome, "And what do you charge for your rooms?" he asked. > "Five dollare up." was the reply. "Yes, but I‘m a student," he said, thinking the price a little high. "That heing the case, the price is five dollare down," replied the landâ€" lady, who had experience. Are all "What‘s all this about?" asked the PLEASE â€" 1 AMâ€" BUT I‘LL FIND TT _ LETS BE HARD 1O CONCENTRATE ON SERrIOUS E/ A CONSTITUTIQN HERE â€"â€"â€"_ "Of course. my lad." he said quickâ€" Smiles Not in Canada i the news cameramen By J. P. MeEVOY and J. H. STRIEBEL epent last Â¥riday afteracon in Liv+ Mr. Kigin Lambert has cecured & position in a garage in Gueiph and left to assume his dutics Monday Mr. William Baty was a business visitor in Kitchener last Monday. . ‘My. Milton Allingham of Kitchen er spent the weekâ€"ond at his home here. Rev. A Lytle, home secretary of the British and Fortign Bible So clety of the Province Alberts conâ€" ducted services at the Giomallan United Church had Sunday Rev. Mr. Lytle is a former Dorking Boy. Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Mackay of Linâ€" wood spent Sunday at home of Mr. Hunter M. Coote. Mr. and Mrs. Heroid Calder epent Saturday afternoon in Listowel. Miss A. K. Ooote spent last Wed nesday afternoon with Mrs. Wilism Lambert of the boundary. Mr. O. L. Lants of Linwood was a business visitor here last Monday. spent last Friday afternoon in Lisâ€" Mr. Edward Cookman, who wes assisting Mr. Thos. King to load a load of chop at the Dorking Chopping Mill, had the misfortune to fall across the car track at the mill and frec ture his shoulder blade. Mr. Cookâ€" man‘s many friends in this eection wish him a epeedy recovery. towel. Rev. A. Lytle of Calgary, Alta., and Dr. J. G. Lytle of Listowel epent Sunâ€" day afternoon at the home of Mr. Hunter Coote. Fractures Shoulder Blade. Personals. Mr. and Mre. Harold Feathers and family epent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Jack Dickert. Mr. and Mrs. Wim. Relst and famâ€" ily epent Sunday with Mr. and Mre. J. Selp. _ _ â€" e 2o . _Mr. and Mre. Wm. Wetitaufer and son Austin epent Sunday with Mr. and ‘Mrs. I. Thomas. Mr. and Mre. Elmer Huth and baby from Niagara Fallse Mr. and Mre. Norman Huth ‘from Buffalo spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Wim. Huth Jr., thi occasion being the baptism of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Huth‘s baby boy. ‘Mr. and Mre Norman Huth of Buffalo were the aponsors. _ i2 i o h h. Mr. and Mrs. Roland Planz, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Diets and Mre. J. W. Dietz all of Waterico and Mr. Harry Frey of Kitchener spent Sunâ€" day at Elmwood. _ _ _Mr. and Mre. Henry Bubrow and family and Mr. Ira Buhrow spent Wednesday in Hanover. _ _ _ Mr. and Mre. Dave Binkle and baby epent several days in Galt last Mr. and Mre. Harvey Demerling and baby spent Sunday with Mr. and Mre. Louis Demerling. â€" E _ Miss Elsie ‘Miller spent Tuesday with Mr. and Mre. Wm. Penman.. _ Mr. and Mre. Eldon Demerling and children spent Friday evening with Mr. and Mre. Emmerson Dickert. _ _ Mr. and Mrs. Tolford Seip and baby spent Sunday with Mr. and Mre. Wm. Huth Jr. Miss Gene Wright of Lakelet spent last week with Mr. and Mrs. Chester Cook. â€" (Miss Madeline French, who has been working at: the Telephone Office has resigned her position and will start work at Mr. and Mre. Wm. Penman‘s. Mr. Eldon Seip, who has been doâ€" ing the operating in the Telephone Office,â€" has resigned and will begin at ‘Mr. Edward Rumig‘s Service Staâ€" tion. . _ Rev. and Mrs. Fenner of Clifford spent Monday in Niagara Falls. ACCEPTS NEW POSITION Kitchener.â€"In order to accept an important position in the executive of the John B. Stetson Hat Comâ€" pany of Philadelphia, Mr. M. L. Douglas, Sales Maneger of he Dominâ€" ion Tire Co., left Kitchener for Brockville recently. Mr. Douglas has been active in many local organizaâ€" tions among which are the K.â€"W. Flyâ€" ing ‘Club and the K.W. Kinsman Club. He has served as president of the K..W. Boy Scout Association for the past two years. e He is a member of the K.â€"W. 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