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(Monday: Tin Can rica FRANCIS ROLT-WHEELER The day had come when the Coun- was ready to make an exhibition of all the photographs which had been taken on Camera Day, and to an- aounce the prize-winning ten, and also the fifty which had been selected for inclusion in the Year Book of the Camp. The first prize was gained by one of the girls, and showed a bushy- tailed squirrel sitting on a branch, nib- bling at a nut. The second prize was a study of an Indian, with a feather in his bair and a breechetlout of woven grass, for which one of the Soys had posed; as this girdle had been made from wild grasses on Camera Day, it was an achievement; the boy's body had been stained brown too, and the light reflections were per fect. The third prize was a flower study, and anyone who has tried to photograph flowers in their natural surroundings knows the difficulty. Other subjects which had won prizes were a flock of orioles perched on the stalks of woolly mullems; an atmospheric picture of a tiny water- fall; one of the girls with long-gauze wings, poised like a dragon fly over a pool which showed the reflection in the water; a team of oxen hauling a load of logs and toiling up a steep hill; a jolly little study of a black- and-white calf kicking up his heels: a white peacock moth perched on a fin- ger; a rattlesnake coiled and about to strike--this had been dangerous, for the photographer was almost within striking distance--and a Japanese- looking Silhonette of twisted juniper against the vivid sunset of Camera Day. » : Moreover, viewed as a whole, the collection of pictures was excellent! and it had been a hard task for the Council to choose the best. \ (Monday: A Laundry Mix-Up.)! \/ --pe---- \ THE COURAGE OF | MARGE O'DOONE BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Chapter I. If you had stood there in the edge of the bleak spruce forest, with the wind moaning dismally through the twisting trees--midnight of deep December --- the Transcontinental would have looked like a thing of firs; dull fire glowing and out ot place. It was a wierd shadow, help- less and without motion, and black as the half-Arctic night save for the band of illumination that cut it in twain from ghe first coach to the last, with a space like an inky hyphen where the baggage car lay. Out of the North came armies of snow-laden clouds that scudded just above the earth, and with these clouds came now and then a shrieking mockery of wind to taufit this stricken crea- tion of man and the creatures it sheltered--men and women who had begun to shiver, and whose tense, white faces stared with increasing anxiety into the mysterious darkness of the night that hung like a sable curtain ten feet from the car wia- dows, For three hours those faces had peered out into the night. Many of the prisoners in the snowbound coaches had enjoyed the experience somewhat at first, for there is pleas ing and indefinable thrill to unex- cted adventure, and this, for a brief spell, had "been adventure de luxe. There had been warmth and light, men's laughter, women's voices, and children's play. But the loudest jester among the men was now silent, huddled deep in his great goat; and the young woman who had clapped her hands in silly eestacy when it was announced that the train was snowbound was weeping and shiver- ing by turns. It was cold--so cold that the snow which came sweeping and swirling with the wind was like granite-dust; it clicked, clicked, clicked against the glass--a bom- bardment of untold billions of in- finitesimal projectiles fighting forty degrees below zero. Within the coaches there still remained some little warmth. The burning lamps radiated it and the presence of many people added to it. But it was cold, and growing colder. A gray coating of congealed breath covered the car windows, A few men had given their outer coats to women and children. These men looked most frequently at their watches. The adventure de luxe was becoming serious. For the twentieth time a passing train-man was asked the same ques- tion, . "The good Lord only knows," he growled down into the face of the young woman whose prettiness would have entitled the most chivilrous at- tentign from him earlier in the even- ing. "Engine and tender gone three hours and the divisional point only twenty miles up the line. Should have been back with help long ago. Hell, ain't it?" The young woman did not reply, but her round mouth formed a quick and silent approbation of his final remark. "Three hours!' the train-man con- tinued his growling as he went on with his lantern. "That's the hell o' railroading it along the edge of the Arctic. When (you git snowed in you're snowed in, an' there ain't no two ways about it!" . He paused at the smoking compart- ment, thrust in his head for a mo- ment, passed on and slammed the door of the car after him as he went into the next coach. In that smoking - compartment there were two men, facing "each other across "thie nairow space" bel tween the two seats. They had not looked up when the train-man thrust in his head. They seemed ,as one leaned over toward the other, wholly oblivious of the storm. N It was the older man who bent for- ward. He was about fifty. The hand that rested for a moment on David Raine's knee was red and knotted. It was the hand of a. man who had lived his life in, struggling with the wilderness. And the face, too, was of such a man; a face colored and toughened by the tannin of wind and blizzard and hot northern sun, with eyes cobwebbed about by a myriad of fine lines that spoke of years spent under the strain of those things. He was not a large man. He was short- er than David Raine. There was a elight droop to his shoulders. Yet about him there was a strength, a suppressed energy ready to dct, a zestful eagerness for life and its daily mysteries which the other and young- er man did not possess. Throughout many thousands of square miles of the great northern wilderness this older man was known as Father Ro- land, the Missioner, His companion was not more than thirty-eight. Perhaps he was a year or two younger. It may be that the wailing of the wind outside the strange voices that were in it and compartment made of him a more striking contrast to Father Roland than he would have been under other conditions. Hig eyes were a clear and steady gray as they met Father Roland's. They were eyes that one could easily forget. Except for his eyes he was like a man who had been sick ,and was still sick. The Mission- er had made his own guess. And now, with his hand on the other's knee, he said: "And you say--that you are afraid for this friend of yours?" "Yes, I am afraid." For a momen he turned to the night. A flercer volley of the little snow dem.ns beat against the window, as though his pale face just beyond their reach stir- red them to greater fury. "I have a most disturbing inclination to worry about him," he added, apd shrugged his shoulders slightly. He faced Father Roland again. "Did you ever hear of a man losing himself?" he asked. in the woods or in a desert, or by going mad. I mean in the other way--heart,body, soul; losing one's grip, you might call it, until. there was no earth to stand on. Did you?" 8 "I don't mean | An Extended Tour. Just before the St. Mihiel show the Germans blew up an ammunition dump near a company of Yanks. It was reported that there was a large quantity of gas shells in the dump, and as soon as the explosion began the Americans immediately made themselves scarce with great rapid- ity. ' . When the danger, had passed all started drifting back with the excep- tion of one man who did not appear till the next day. Ha a s0id ; Tor "Well, where you been?" demand- - ed the top kick, eyeing him coldly. "Sergeant," replied the other ear- nestly. "I don't know where I been, but I give you my word I heen all day gettin' Pack Probably Safe. Louisville Courier-Journal. "I wonder ¥ it would be safe to kiss the pretty widow?" "I guess so. Kisses are like these modern firecrackers." : A "Huh," \ "They look dangerous, but they ain't." Experienced. Baltimore Sun. Wifey--Don't forget, dear, tomor- row is our wedding anniversary. I'm going to buy you a nice present. Hubby--All right, darling. Tell me how much you are g¥ng to spend 3 my present so I can figure out how much I'll have left for yours. The Wrong Place. Jack---Mabel's a funny girl. Jake--How come ? Jack---I tried to steal a kiss and it landed on her chin. Jake---Nothing funny about that. Jack--I know it; but after I kiss- ed her she said, 'Heavens above."-- The Dirge. ~ A New Version. "What is it that comes in jugs, is yellow and has raisins in it 2" 'But where do the raisins come fn ?" "Oh, I put those in to make fit hard."--Record, : Poor Mice. Seattle Times. A woman was engaging a cook, and inquired why she had left a cer- tain place. "I couldn't stop there, ma'am." was the reply. "I don't mind rat- ions, and I-believe I'm economical, but in that house they were so sav- ing that the very mice used to run about with tears in their eyes." To the boy keeping track of the games there's a vast difference be- tween the ball club and the garden rake. '"Yes--many years ago--I knew of a man who lost himself in that way," replied the Missioner, straightening GALLEY TWO STOREY-- in his seat. "But he found himself again. And this friend of yours? I am 'nterested. This 1s the first time in . ree years that I have own to the edge of civilization, and What you have te tell will be different-- vastly different from what I know. If you are betraying nothing, would you mind telling me his story?" "It is not a pleasant story," warn- ed the younger man, "and on such a night ag this----" "It may be that one can see more clearly into the depths of misfortune and tragedy," interrupted the Mis- sioner quietly. A faint flush rose into David Raine's pale face. There was some- thing of nervous eagerness in the clasp of his fingers upon his knees. "Of course, there is a woman," he said. "Yes--of course--the woman." "Sometimes I haven't been quite sure. whether this man worshipped the woman or the woman's beauty," David went on, with a strange glow in his eyes. "He loved beauty. And this woman was beautiful, almost too beautiful for the good of one's soul, I guess') And he must, have loved her, for when she went out of his life it was as if he had sunk into a black pit out of which he could never rise, I have asked myself often if he would have loved her if she had been less beautiful--even quite plain, and I have answered myself as he answered that question, in the af- firmative. It was born in him to worship wherever he loved at all. Her beauty made a certain sort of completeness for him. He treasured that. He was proud of it. He count- ed himself the 'richest man in the world because he possessed it. But, deep under his worship, he loved her. I am more and more sure of that, and I am equally sure that time will prove it--that he will never rise "I'm getting more 'and more black- heads, Sonia, and indeed it doesn't look mice at all. I wish I could get rid of them, but they're so hard to get out" "Not bard at all, about it the right way. week long, every evening before re- tiring, apply a hot wet towel to your face several times, dry, massage with cold cream, remove it, and very care- fully and thoroughly rinse off all the cold cream. Use plenty of tepid water. After several i of yet softened enough. When they are eliminated, wash your face, and the spots especially, in a strong solution of boracic acid in order to close the pores. Be sure to keep your face very, very clean, if you have a ten- dency to blackheads, and always rinse off the cold cream you have u for tleaning." «GEORGETTE BEURET, Didn't Break the Meter, Houston Post. "Figures won't lie!" declared the statistician. 4 "Maybe you're right," answered the mild-mannered citizen. "And yet, somehow, I can't put implicit faith in the numbers that go up on a taxicab register," of that black pit into which Ke sank when he came face to face with the realization that there were forces in life--in nature, perhaps, more potent than his love and his own strong Lr Father Roland nodded. "I understand," he said, and he sank back farther in his corner by the window, so that his face was shrouded a little in shadow. '"This other man loved a woman, too. And she was beautiful. He thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It is great love that makes beauty." uote "But this woman--my friend's wife--was 80 beautiful that even the eyes of other women were fascinated by her. I have seen her when it seemed she must have come fresh from the hands of angels; and at first, when my friend was the hap- piest man in the world, he was fond of telling her that it must have been the angels who put the color in her face and the wonderful golden fires in her shining hair. It wasn't his love for her that made Ker beautiful She was beautiful." "And her soul?" softly questioned the shadowed lips. of the Missioner. The other's hand tightened slowly. "In making her the angels forgot a soul, I guess," he said. "Then your friends did not love her." The Little Missioner's voice was quick and decisive. "There can be no love where there is no soul." "That is impossible. He did love her. I know it." "I still disagree with you. With- out knowing your friend, I say that he . worshipped her beauty. There were others who worshipped that same loveliness--others who did not possess her, and who would have bar- tered their souls for her had they possessed souls to barter. Is that not true?" (To Be Continued.) Most of us would not object very strenuously against belonging to the. again with his old hope and faith out privileged class. ; INLY TABLETS MARKED "BAYER" ARE ASPIRIN . Not Aspirin at All without the "Bayer Cross™ i by ph 3 3 ovine n years and now made in Canada. 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