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* *1 v" *• ;r; ̂ ̂ * r Q "rr= c5K CHABLE& CLARK MUtM QQPYP1GHT, /9Q€, SrUOTHPQP, LEE &, OHEPARD CO. SYNOPSIS. Chip McGuire, a 16-year-old girl living1 at Tim's place in the Maine woods is sold by her father to Pete Bolduc, a half-breed. She runs away and reaches the camp of Martin Friable, occupied by Martin, tyo wife, nephew, Raymond Stet­ son, and guides. She tells her story and fs cared for by Mrs. Friable. Journey of Friabie's party into woods to visit father of Mrs. Frisbie, an old hermit, who has resided fn the wilderness for many years. When camp is broken Chip and Ray oc­ cupy same canoe. The party reach camp «£ Mrs. Frisbie's father and are wel­ comed by him and Cy "Walker, an old and former townsman of fh*j her- y" ,J *n If. They settle DO WE for summer's .•.Vjataj'. Chip and Ray are In" love, but HO " - .<>#.•<iie- re&Uasos this but Cy Walker. Strange * 'Kano<i marks found on lake shore in front 1 ;'1Pf their cabin. Strange smoke is seen '._^-"v:fSx'ross the lake. Martin and L«evi leave Jfo'- settlement to get officers to orreet •\|;jMcCiuire, who is known as outlaw and 41^|escap<?fi murderer. Chip's one woods '•^friend, Tomah, an Indian, visits camp. *X.3Ray believes he sees a bear on the ridge, 4Jhlp is stolen by Pete Bolduc and es- ' icapes with her in a canoe. Chip is res­ cued by Martin and Levi as they are re- -burning from the settlement. Bolduc es- w§I.:ij».pes. Old Cy proposes to Ray that he '•"'^SSremaln in the woods with himself and * • > Amzi and trap during the winter, and he " V-tconcludea to do so. Others of the party i-'f'eturn to Qreenvale, taking Chip with ^them. Chip starts to school in Greenvale, •x£ • and finds life unpleasant at Aunt Com- ^-^.Jfort's, made so especially by Hannah. J* [ Old Cy and Ray discover strange tracks • *$!,""tn the wilderness. They penetrate fur- (ther Into the wilderness and discover the jiidlng place of the man who had been -gAneaking about their cabin. They inves- i'^3a#;igate the cave home of McGuire during •• V Jhis absence. Bolduc finds McGuire and n5 Vlthe two fight to the death, finding a ,«v" "'eatery grave together. Ray returns to • 3Sreenvale and finds Chip waiting for **•' $rtm. Ray wants Chip to return to the ; "woods with them, but she, feeling that - t i*- '<the old comradeship with Ray ha» been f,,. fbroken refuses, when they part, how- •,:x *~".?ever, it is as lovers. Chip runs away Ifrom Aunt Comfort's and finds another Jiorne with Judson Walker. She gives her T jname as Vera Raymond, Aunt Abby, '9;?iAunt Mandjr Walker's sister, visits- them, / Sand takes Chip home with her to Christ­ ianas Cove. ( •• •>£* CHAPTER XXII.--Continued. born close to the yllder- toess," she said, "and my mother died hen I was about eight years old. en my father took me into the oods, where I worked at & kind of boarding hoits?. tor lumbermen. I 'iii-an away from that when I was about ,/ 516. I had to; the reasons I don't J -/Want to telL I found some people ? .^Camping in the woods when I'd been 5 V fone three days and 'most starved. | V ^They felt pity for me, I guess, and , %ook care of me. I stayed at their «eamp that summer, and then they <?.•* fetched me home with them and I '%as sent to school. Somebody said 4 - Something to me there, somebody who ' tiated me. She had been pestering • *ne all the time, and I ran away. tJncle Jud found me and took care ^ *>f me until you came, and that's all I 1 ;#vant to tell. I could tell a lot more, f^ut I don't ever want those people „ >%> find me or take me back where they . ; v|ive, and that's why I don't tell where -"; came from. Then I felt I was so de- ** f>endent on them--I was twitted of it r«--that it's another reason why I ran way. I Wouldn't haye stayed with ncle Jud more than over night ex- ept that I had a chance to work and my board." ;; "But wasn't it unkind of you--Isn't ft now--not to let these people know f ou arc alive?" answered Aunt Abby. They were certainly good to you." , "I know that were," returned ' iflhlp. somewhat contritely; "but I Wouldn't stand being dependent on them any longer. If they found where % was, they'd come and fetch me back: . £nd I'd feel so ashamed I couldn't lock * Vsm in the face. I'd rather they'd Ihink I was dead." "Well, perhaps it 1b best you <in t#ot," returned Aunt Abby, sighing; 1 *but years of doubt, and not knowing Whether some one we care for is <|ead or alive, are hard to bear. And now that you have told me some of your history, I will tell you a lifelong 4sase of not knowing some one's fate. Many years ago my sister and myself, Who were born here, became acquaint­ ed with two young men, sailor boys from Bayport, named Cyrus and Jud­ son Walker. Cyrus became attached _ {p me and we were engaged to marry, ft never came to pass, however, for the ship that Judson was captain of, -frith Cyrus as first mate, foundered at All hands took to the two boats. The one Judson was in was picked up, Jbut the other was never heard of Afterward. In due time Judson and ^l|iy sister Amanda married. He gave jfQp a sailor's life, and they settled down where they now live. I waited many years, vainly hoping for my Sweetheart's return, and finally, realiz­ ing that he must be dead, married <3apt. Bemis. That all happened so ng ago that I do not care to count e years; and yet all through them lingered that pitiful thread of ubt and uncertainty, that vain hope somehow and someway Cyrus tRay have escaped death and may re- v ^Urn. I know it will never happen. . 11 know he 1b dead; and yet I cannot , jut away that faint hope and quite be­ lieve it fs so, and never shall so long as I live. Now you have left those * ho must have cared something for Jrou in much the same pitiful state , doubt, and it is not right." " For one moment something almost to horror flashed over Chip, .'v;;'" "And was he called--was he never Wi mean this brother, ever heard firom?" she stammered, recovering her­ self in time. l"Why, no," answered Aunt Abby, poking at her curiously, "of course tpt. Why, what ails you? You look igjjp if you'd seen a ghost." "Oh, nothing," returned Chip, now " ' ^ore composed j "only the story and Strange it ^as." / It ended the conversation, for Chip, '4<: So overwhelmed by the flood of possl- , Wlities contained in this story, dared ; f*ot trust herself longer with Aunt , Abby, and soon escaped to her room. A * And now circumstances came troop- j USPP her:, the shipwreck, which she had heard Old Cy describe so of­ ten; the name she knew was really his; the almost startling resemblance to Uncle Jud la speech, ways, and opinions; and countless other proofs. Surely It must be so. Surely Old Cy, of charming memory, and Uncle Jud no less so, must be brothers, and now it was in her power to--and then she paused, shocked at the position she faced. She was now known as Vera Ray­ mond, and respected; she had cut loose forever from the old shame of an outlaw's child; of a wretched drudge at Tim's Place; of beii«g sold as? a slave; and all that now made her biush. And the» Ray! Full well she knew ROW what most have been in his heart that !ast even­ ing and why he acted as he did. Han­ nah had told her the bitter truth, as Bhe had since realized. Ray had been assured that she was an outcast, and despicable in the sight of Greenvale. He dared not say "I love you; be my wife." Instead, he had been hurried away to keep them apart; and as all this dire flood of shatfp that had driven her from Greenvale surged in her heart, the bitter tears came. In calmer moments, and when the heart-hunger controlled, she had hoped he might some day find her and some day say, "I love you." But now, so soon, to make herself known, to tell who she was, to admit to these new friends that she was Chip McGuire with all that went with it, to have to face and live down that shame, to ad­ mit that she had taken Ray's first a phantom. He did not fear either of these renegades, however. He had never harmed them. But he felt that any day might bring a call from one or the other, or that some tragic out­ come would be disclosed. Another problem also annoyed him --who this thief of their game could be, and whether his supposed cave juir was & permanent hiding spot. Two reasons had kept Old Cy from another visit to that sequestered lake during the fall trapping season: first, its evident danger, and then lack of time. But now, with nothing to do ex- cent wait for the incoming ones, an impulse to visit again this mysterious spot came to him. He had, at the former excursion, almost certain that this "unknown trap­ per was either McGuire or the half- breed. Some assertions made by Levi seemed to corroborate that theory, and impelled by it, Old Cy started alone, one morning, to visit this lake again. It took him until midday to carry his canoe, camp outfit, rifle, and all across from the stream to stream, and twi­ light had come ere he reached the la­ goon where he and Ray had left the main stream and camped. Up here Old Cy now turned his canoe, and re­ pairing the bark shack they had built, which had been crushed by winter's snow, he camped there again. Next morning, bright and early, he launched his canoe and once more fol­ lowed the winding stream through the dark gorge and out into the rippled lake again. Here he halted and looked about No signs of aught human could be seen. The long, narrow lakelet sparkled beneath the morning sun. The bald mountain frowned upon it. the jagged ledges just across faced him like serried ramparts, an eagle slowly circled overhead, and, best in­ dication of primal solitude, an antlered deer stood Idking at him from oat an opening above the ledges. „ "Guess I'm alone here!" exclaimed Old Cy, glancing around; "but if this ain't a pictur worth rememberin', I never saw one. Wish I could take it with me into t'other world; an* if I was sure o' fiindin' a spot like it thar, I'd never worry 'bout goin' when my time comes." After a long wait, as it he wanted to II Followed the Winding Stream. name for her own--no, so, a thousand times no! But what of Old Cy and Uncle Jud, and their life-long separation? Truly her footsteps had led her to a parting of the ways, one sign-board lettered "Duty and Shame," the other a blank. V ' ? •'CHAPTER ofa Cy especially found " life dull after Ray had gone. The hermit also appeared to miss him and became more morose than ever. He never had been what might be termed social, speaking only when spoken to, and then only in the fewest possible words. Now Old Cy became almost a walking sphinx, and found that time passed slowly. His heartstrings had some­ how become entwined with Ray's hopes and plans. He had bent every energy and thought to secure for Ray a valuable stock of furs and gum, and, as with his nature, felt a keen satis­ faction in helping that youth to a few hundred dollars. Now Ray had departed, fan, gun and all. He had promised to return with Martin and Angie later on, but of that Old Cy felt somewhat dubious, and so the old man mourned. There was no real reason for it, for all Nature was now smiling. The lake was blue and rippled by the June breezes; trout leaped out of it night and morning; flowers were blooming, squirrels frisking, birds singing and nest-bulding; and what Old Cy most enjoyed, the vernal season was at hand. Another matter also disturbed him --the whereabouts of McGuire and the half-breed, Pete Bolduc. Levi had brought the Information that neither had been seen nor heard of since the previous autumn; but* that was not conclusive, and somehow Old Cy felt that a certain mystery had attached itself to them, and once we suspect a mystisdr. it pursues i observe every detail of this wondrous picture of wlldwood beauty, he dipped his paddle, crossed the sheet of rippled water, and Btepped ashore at the very spot where he and Ray had landed over eight months before. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed, glanc­ ing around, "if that ain't a canoe, bot­ tom up! Two, by ginger!" he added, as he saw another drawn out and half hid by a low ledge. To this second one he hastened at once and looked into it- It had evidently rested there all win­ ter, for it was partially filled with wa­ ter, and half afloat in it were two pad­ dles and a setting pole. A gunny-cloth bag, evidently containing the usual coking outfit of a woodsman, lay soak­ ing in one end, a frying-pan and an ax were rusting in the other, and a coat­ ing of mould had browned each cross­ bar and thwart. "Been here quite a spell, all winter, I guess," muttered Old Cy, looking it over, and then he advanced to the other canoe. That was, as he assert­ ed, bottom up, and also lay half hid back of a jutting ledge of slate. Two paddles leaned against this ledge, and near by was another setting pole. All three of these familiar objects were brown with damp mould and evidently had rested there many months. "Curis, curis," muttered Old Cy again. "I callated I'd find nothin' here, 'n' here's two canoes left to ret,* 'n' been here all winter." Then with a vague sense of need, he returned to his canoe, seised his rifle, looked all around, over the lake, up into the green tangle above the ledges, and finally followed the narrow pas­ sage leading to where he had once watched smoke arise. Here on top of this ledge he again halted and looked about Back of it was the same V-shaped cleft across which a cord had held drying pelts, the cord was still there, and below it he could see the dark skins amid the confusion of jagged stones. Turning, he stepped from this ledge to the lower one nearer the lake, walked down its slope, and looked about again. At its foot was a long, narrow, shelf-like projection, ending at the corner of the ledge. Old Cy fol­ lowed this to its end and stepped down into a narrow crevasse. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed, taking a backward step as fee did so. And well h© might, for there at his feet lay a rifle coated with rust beside a brown felt hat. Had a grinning skull met his eyes he would not have been more astound­ ed. In fact, that was the nest object he expected to see, and he glanced up and down the crevasse for it. None leered at him, however, and picking up the rusted weapon, he continued his search. Two rods or so below where he had climbed the upper ledge, he was halt­ ed again, for there, at his hand almost, was a curious doorlike opening some three feet high and one foot wide, back of an outstanding slab of slate. The two abandoned canoes had sur­ prised him, the rusty rifle astonished him, but this, a self-evident cave en­ trance, almost took his breath away. For one instant he glanced at it stepped back a step, dropped the rusty rifle and cocked his own, as if expect­ ing a ghost or panther to emerge. None came, however, and once more Old Cy advanced and peered into this opening. A faint light illumined its interior--a weird slant of sunlight, yet enough to show a roomy cavern. The mystery was solved. This sore­ ly was the hiding spot of the strange trapper! "Can't see why I missed it afore," Old Cy muttered, kneeling that he might better look within, and sniffing at the peculiar odor. "Wonder if the cuss is dead in thar, or what smells so!" Then he arose and grasped the slab of slate. One slight pull and it fell aside. "A nat'ral door, by hokey!" ex­ claimed Old Cy, and once more he knelt and looked in. The bravest man will hesitate a mo­ ment before entering such a cavern, prefaced, so to speak, by two aban­ doned canoes,, a rusty rifle, human head covering, each and all bespeak­ ing something tragic, and Old Cy was no exception. That he had come upon some grewsome mystery was apparent. Canoes were not left to rot in the wil­ derness or rifles dropped without cause. * And then, that hat! Surely here, or hereabouts* had been enacted a drama of murderous nature, and inside this cavern might repose its blood-stained sequel. But the filtering beams of light en* couraged Old Cy, and he entered. No ghastly corpse confronted him, but in­ stead a human, if cramped, abode. A fireplace deftly fashioned of slate oc­ cupied one side of this oave; in front a low table of the same flat stone, rest­ ing upon small ones; and upon the table were rusty tin dishes, a few mouldy hardtack, a knife, fork, and scraps of meat, exhaling the odor of decay. A smell of smoke from the charred wood in the fireplace mingled with it all. In one corner was a bed of brown fir twigs, also mouldy, a blanket, and tanned deerskins. The cave was of oval, Irregular shape, barely high enough for Old Cy to stand upright. Across Its roof, on either side of the rude chimney, a nar­ row crack admitted light, and as he looked about he saw In the dim light another doorlike opening into still an­ other cave. Into this he peered, but could see nothing. "A queer livln' spot" he muttered at last "a reg'lar human panther den. An' 'twas out o* this I seen the smoke come. An here's his gun," he added, as, more accustomed to the dim light he saw ope in a corner. "Two guns, two canoes, an' nobody to hum," he continued. "I'm safe, anyhow. But I've got to peek into that other cave, sartin sure," and he withdrew to the open air, A visit to a couple of birches soon provided means of light, and he again entered the cave. One moment more, and then a flaring torch of bark was thrust Into the Inner cave, a mere cre­ vasse not four feet wide, and stooping, as he now had to. Old Cy entered and knelt while he looked about. He saw nothing here of interest ex­ cept the1 serried rows of jutting slate, across two of which lay a slab of the same--no vestige of aught human, and Old Cy was about to retreat when hi! flare burning close to his finger tips unnoticed, caused him to drop it on the instant, and drawing another from his pocket he lit it while the flam® lasted in the first one. , (TO BE CONTINUED.) Mr. William A. Radford will answer questions and give advice PRISE OP COST on all subjects pertaining to the subject of building for the readers of this paper. On account of his wide expe­ rience as Editor, Author and Manufac­ turer, he is, without doubt, the highest authority, on all these subjects. Address all inquiries to William A. Radford, No. 194 Fifth Ave., Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp tor reply. How much better to build a house like this for $1,000 or J 1,200 than to keep on paying out good money for rent receipts. Sometimes you don't even keep the receipts. The reason why clerks and office men keep on paying rent year after year, ranging from $20 to |3Q per month in the smaller cities, up to |40 or even $60 in the larger ones, is simply en ac­ count of pride--stinking pride. They can't afford a large luxurious house and they are ashamed to live in a small one. There are many four-room fiats in the city of Chicago, containing less space than this little bungalow, which rent for $30 and some as high as $40 per month. One side of such a flat is sure to be dark, generally the only light comes from the street in front and the alley in the rear. At the right and at the left are solid, smoky, dingy brick walls and the inmates are obliged to burn gas in the middle rooms in the day time if they want to and paid for by degrees, that is more value than money. It would be difficult to build any kind of a house cheaper than this little bungalow affair; still, the appearance is pleasing. The large parlor window with the two side lights and the large dining-room bay with such a neat lit­ tle side porch tucked away In the corner, just add the little finishing touches that are so suggestive of re­ finement and good taste. Looks ac­ count for a good deal in a house, and more in a cottage. The pleasing ap­ pearance of most country cottages where a good garden is kept comes more from the care bestowed on the grounds than from the style of build of the house itself, but it is better to study appearances even in building a very small house. 0*MGER0t?S SIDE OF Writer Brings Serio-Comic Charge Against American Newspapers. American newspapers are given to a form of mild humor, whose basic prin­ ciple is exaggeration. It is so far­ fetched that it is offered quite as much as an example of the fanciful capabil­ ities of the human mind as for its comic qualities. A tew weeks ago the Leader printed a story of a whale see. Still the poor deluded mortals who occupy such places refuse to go out into the suburbs where the sun shines and where abundance of fresh air may be had for nothing. The hos pitals are populated from these little sunless flats, but the people who hiber nate in such places have grown accus­ tomed to their disagreeable surround ings and you know you can learn to tolerate almost any kind of an exist­ ence. Here is a little four-room cottage house that may be easily and cheaply furnished, and heated all winter with four or five tons of coal. The same furniture that is necessary to furnish a flat will fit in this house. The only extra is a coal range for cooking, un­ less the house is built within piping distance of a gas main. Unless the heat from the cooking range is neces­ sary to warm the house, probably gas Is as cheap as coal for cooking pur­ poses; much depends on management. 1 would certainly advise m young mCHCN Bto/toom 9-O'A. //-O' rm» which swallowed a patent log. The dispatch described the fecreams and moans of the distressed animal as It trailed along after the steamer to which the log belonged. There were such seemingly manifest Impossibilities about the tale that it was never thought anyone might believe it But one of the London weeklies has taken it in all seriousness. This periodical interjects some comment into the story, expressing the greatest pity for the agony of the whale, and regretting the inhumanity of the sailors in con­ tinuing at high speed, to the great pain of a harmless denisen of the sea. Turning over the leaves of the Eng­ lish paper one discovers other Amer­ ican stories. One is about a lake into which percolates natural gas. In win­ ter time the ice becomes impregnated with bubbles of the gas, and when the skater grows cold he has merely to jab a hole in the Ice, apply a match, and instantly he is able to warm his hands at a hot warm flame. Another is about a business man, who, wearying of losing fountain pens, has let the nail of his forefinger grow, and this he employs for his writing. To the English all things are true, or else malicious lies, if they carry the label American. Some day when we may want to set ourselves right abroad we shall have to undertake a campaign of disillusion. It will be labor for us, sore disappointment to our cousins across the water.--Cleveland Leader. Carry Big Sticks in London. Jehnnlee Carrying Canes of 46 Inches and 8ire Is Growing The London "Johnny" had a new fad. This time it concerns his walk­ ing-stick, which has now reached the extraordinary length of 46 inches, and is still growing. * Of course it is impossible to make much use of such a stick is an aid to walking. The London dude carries his horizontalwise, much to the annoy­ ance of other pedestrians before and behind, and especially at crowded crossings. It is hardly Reasonable to suppose Torn "Wime '̂ i* going to follow in the footsteps of London's "Johnny" in this matter of walking-sticks. Neither New York nor any other busy American city would stand for them. 1 Imagine one of jthese walking canes, carried horizontally, attempting to board a subway or Brooklyn bridge train or to turn a busy Broadway cor­ ner during rush hours. Everybody who has attempted to board a train carrying even a small package caa Imagine the fate of the waUtiag-atiek. --N. Y. World. --r-- A careless husband will cause S woman almost as many heartaches ag a eareJess dres^paakef. man who has a good position and not much money to build a house like this and not ga too deeply in debt Later if he wants to put a cellar under it it may be easily done, and while making alterations it is easy to put a small furnace in the cellar, add a bath room or any other improvement desired. The point I wish to make is that man is very foolish to keep on living in rented quarters instead of making a start on a home of his own. It is not a question of finances. Any man in possession of good health and a determination to own a little house like this may do so, but he will never do it by waiting until he has money enough to build the kind of a house that his most expensive friends oc­ cupy. At least, not one man in a hun­ dred thousand ever succeeds very well on that plan. I am perfectly aware of the fribt that the women folks have as much or more to say about the house, and they are often to blame because they do not have a home, but how much better it would be if they could get their ideas down to something within their husband's reach, then take hold with him and beautify the house and the grounds until the little cottage is the most attractive spot on earth to them­ selves, and children if they have any. It costs an effort to go back and forth morning and night, but every town and city is "provided with street car transportation and the cost of fare is a small item when weighed up against the saving in living expenses, and es­ pecially in rent, bit there Is another consideration that weighs more than money. It Is the home feeling, the loving sentiment that grows up around tbe property, which you have bought Armor-Plated Whales. The remarkable fact that the earli­ est known ancestor, or primitive type, of the modern whale bore heavy armor on its back, in the form of strong, bony plates, has recently been set forth by the German paleontologist Dr. Abel. The plates occasionally found associated with the remains of the primeval form of whale, have gen­ erally been regarded as having be­ longed to gigantic turtles, but the Ger man investigations show that they were part of tbe skeleton itself. They resemble In their character the impen­ etrable bony shells of the huge glypto- donts that formerly inhabited South America. The suggestion Is made that at the time when they carried armor whales were amphibious creatures, liv­ ing on the coasts and needing special protection from breakers wad from sharks. Just Like Real Indiana; Blood-and-thunder stories, alleged to represent the American Indian in heroic parts, have cost another life among schoolboys, according to a dis­ patch from Hamburg, Germany. A number of boys enticed a comrade to a lonely spot, bound him to a stake, and then tortured him "as the bad books tell." They stuck pins Into him, scarred his chest with sharp knives, bored nails through his nose and ears and otherwise tortured the gagged boy. After 20 minutes the child hung limp at the stake, while blood oozed from his mouth and many wounds. Then the torturers got frightened and called a policeman. 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