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BEGIN HERE TODAY, Finding the lifeless bodies of his two partners at their gold-mining camp, Harry Gloster flees southward, owing that he will be accused of the erime. On the way Gloster saves the life of Lee Haines from the murderous hands-of Joe Macarthur. Gloster is jailed after getting into a fight with several men over a girl. Lee Haines comes to his rescue, hold- ing up the sheriff while Gloster makes a dash for freedom. "Joan," presum- ably the daughter of Buck Daniels, an Ju reclusee, also helps Gloster, show- ng him the way to safety. Haines is struck by a bullet and fatally wound- ed. Joan takes the dying man to an old cabin among the trees where he tells her the story of Dan Barry--an finusual, demonaic, fearless man of the old west school, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Why do ycu keep him?" "Because he's the best horse in the mountains. That's one reason. An- other is that I think he's one of Sa- tan's colts. I got him when he was a yearling, and he was in the mus- tang band that old Satan was still leading. Some of the old blood runs in him. And if he had another Dan Barry on his back--how can I tell?-- he might be every bit as good as his father ever was! "But to get back to Barry himself, I say he used to go around the country on the back of a horse he didn't need a bridle to handle and with a wolf trailing him and doing his errands. "Satan would trot away to a little distance. Then Black Bart attacked Dan--lika a demon, with his fur bristling and his great teeth slashing the air a hair's breadth from Dan's face, who would fend the brute off with his hands, dancing here and there like the shadow of a leaf in a whirlpool of wind. "And Satan would come to the res- cue with the sun winking on him, and his mane bowing above his head; just a fraction of a second's pause at the scene of the fight--and then Dan had dived at him, caught him in some way " around the neck and then twisted on to his back. So off they would go with Black Bart after them, sailing through the air with his teeth aimed at Dan's throat--imagine catching a hundred and thirty pound wolf coming at you like an arrow with his own epeed plus the speed of a racing horse! But that's what Dan Barry would do, and off they would go with Satan carrying both of them and thinking ing whatever about it!" a Ah" murs e girl, "how beautiful and how free! Such a man could do no wrong!" "Let me tell you what he did. He married beautiful Kate Cumberland. He settled down. He forgot his wild- ness. Rather I should say that he kept putting the impulses behind him. But finally they broke loose again. *" Seven nien chased him. Seven men © killed the horse he was riding--it t {with his eyes wasn't Satan--and Dan started to get the seven, one by one. He forgot Kate. He forgot the youngster. He went on a blood trail--" "Why not?" cried the girl. "If Peter were killed--" "But for the sake of a borrowed horse--to kill six men That was why Kate left him. She still loved him, but she saw that she could not stay with him on account of their little girl. "You see, Dah was willing to leave, but he couldn't bear to let the little girl stay behind him. And that wild- ness was beginning to show in the youngster. It drove her mother fran- tic with fear to see it; and finally, while she was sitting in their cabin one night, ehe heard a whistling out in the night and she sa wthe little girl get up from the fire and cross the room and stand there with her baby face pressed against the glass and looking out into the night." "She wanted to get to her father?" "God knows! . She'd have walked out into the teeth of woves when she 1 He drew to a walk and dropped out of the saddle. heard that whiste. And when Kate saw that look in the eyes of the baby, she knew--she knew--" Here the voice of Lee Haines fal- tered and died away. . "What's the matter?" ghe asked, frightened. "Hold the candle higher!" he de- iy 3400 She obeyed. "Now," he said, his eyes great and shining as he watched her, "I was saying that the girl, when she heard her father's whistling, went to a win- dow and looked out and then she tried to climb up on the sill--" His voice stopped again, and it seemed to Joan that he watched her with a fascinated horror, "Who are you?" he asked. "Joan Daniéls," she answered; "but tell me more about Dan Barry. It seems to me--I don't know why--it pours me full of wonder, happiness, fear, to hear you speak of him." "What Daniels?" Haines persisted. "Buck Daniels." "What? He wasn't married fifteen years ago. How could he have a daughter of your age?" "Do you know him?" He disregarded the question. "Tell me about your mother." "She looked a little like me. I mean, she had yellow hair and blue eyes." "And her name--"' He had raised himself, tensed with closed. And above "I told you before--it was Kate." |% the effort, 'Now he sank abck, supine, | Ls Tn 8 oirl wan named Join) His wife was SE) wx nanued Jom, The, sheriff's roan-was as trim a gelding as ever jogged across desert a mile of work. So that, during the first ten minutes of his ride, Harry Gloster watched his progress with the utmost satisfaction and heard the noise of the pursuit beat away into the distance. But he presently discovered that The roan was beginning to slacken his efforts. His gallop was losing its elasticity, and his fore hoofs struck the earth with a lifeless beat which meant a very great deal to the rider. He recalled the sheriff--a lean and sun-withered man who might well be fifty pounds lighter than himself. Per- haps it was his weight which was killing the roan. Perhaps it was the great speed wth which he had covered the first two miles out from the town. No doubt, both causes combined. But he presently was sure that he had kill- ed the speed of the mount. He drew to a walk and dropped out of the saddle. The instant he struck the ground he saw how much worse matters were than he had dreamed. He had to draw the roan along by the reins. The poor animal dragged back on the bit with dull eyes and flagging ears, and his hoofs trailed in the dust; and he got his wind back with amaz- ing slowness. For a blown horse is not like a blown man. Many a good athlete runs himself to a faint in a half mile race, lies ten minutes flat on his back, con- sciously relaxing every muscle, and then arises to run a mile event and win it. But when the ribs of a horse begin to heave in a certain manner, his flanks ballooning in and out, and out, and when his head begins to jerk down at every stride, a rest of a few minutes does him little good. dull and muffled pounding was plainly audible behind him, and hé knew that the pursuers were gaining fast. Then he brought the roan to a trot and went forward at a emart clip, with the gelding beside him. Perhaps he cov- ered aanile in this fashion, but by that time the noise from the rear was very distinct-and he dared not linger any more. In the meanwhile, although the roan was by no means recovered from the effects of that heavy weight in the saddle and the terrific pace of the first two miles, at least it was no longer pulling back on the bridle; and when Gloster, somewhat winded by his ef- forts on foot, climbed into the saddle again, the horse went off at a trot. An arroyo crossed his way. Gloster dropped into it with a sigh of relief and raised the gelding to a gallop again. A moment later the dry ravine was filled with a clamoring as the whole posse swung in behind him, and, with the good footing beneath them, they gained upon him at an appalling rate. They were sweeping around a curve just behind and in ten seconds they would have full view of him. And a view by the clear starlight would be almost as good as a view in the day. Certainly they would open with their guns, and his own thigh was weighted by mo revolver, to say nothing of a rifle under his fog. He swung out of the saddle, bal- anced his weight on one stirrup for an instant, and then dropped to the ground. The tired gelding would have dropped back to a trot at once. Gloster scooped out a handful of pebbles, sent the horse flying on with tha force of them, and then threw himself back against the wall of the ravine. (To be continued.) Color Cautions 1. No one person can wear all colors successfully. 2. The color and texture of tthe skin determines the color most suit- able for clothing. A person with an olive brunette skin, for example, can wear deep creams, bronze greens, deep dark red, even purple in some tones. If the skin is not finein tex- ture these colors may still be worn, but they must be subdued and soften- ed, "grayed down" in other words, so with the skin. A skin that is more pink than yellow can wear pastel colorings best of all. Such skins usu- ally have blue, hazel, or very clear Gloster continued walking until a that they do not contrast too strongly | i) 5 x = LJ 4 S25 1633 A New Frock for the: Junior Miss Extremely smart is this chic one- plece frock having the two-piece : eftéct. The skirt has an inverted plait at each side of the front and' back, and is joined to the bodice, having a center front opening, : vestee, patch-pockets, long tight. fitting sleeves finished with shaped cuffs and a narrow belt. No. 1638 is In sizes 8, 10, 12 and 14 years. View A, size 10, requires 2% yards 89-inch, or 1% yards 54-inch mate-, rial; View B requires 13% yards 89- inch plain material, and 1% yards' 89-inch contrasting. Price 20 cents the pattern, HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS. Write your name and address plain- ly, giving number and size of such patterns as you want. Enclose 20c in stamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for each number and address your order to Wilson Pattern Service, 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Patterns sent by return mail. Ants, Bees, Wasps By J. B. CARRINGTON. In my boyhood I recall not infrequently admonish! to the ant, thou sluggard,' busy little bee was ever an of the way youth should go. I do not remember any similar plication of moral precepts about wasps, probably because they we) I was Y " \ he | | case, for the ants are born trench AQ ee them come out, each ; of sand in its mandibles, to d from the entrances. are the black ants the pergola they are Industriously digging in. * Hyery morning I-find a pile of sawdust on the porch floor, sometimes two or three inches deep, and I have watched a worker come to a small hole in the beam and drop his load They are slowly but surely eating up my house. 1 feel justified in resorting to the | weapons of modern warfare, in this fighters, and poison gas is about the cuiy effective ammunition, 5 The small; reddish-brown ant that makes little hills on the paths fs the | corn-louse ant, so called because It takes care of the aphids called corn- lice. They dig with their feet, throw- ing the sand behind them. One of the most interesting of the ants is the slave-holder, that looks much like the mound builder. They go out - in procession to attack the nests of other ants. The curious thing about this is that they treat their captiv@és, the 'larvae and pupae kindly, and bring them up in the way good ants Id go to.hecome mem- yeilow one that gots fhto everycaing edible, They' especially like the sugar bowl, and any kind of grease is choice eating. About thls time of year you are impressed with the fn- credible fecundity of bugs in general, The air is full of flying things, they dance In the sunlight (when there® 18 any), and after dark they beat against your windows whan the lamps are lighted. The fireflies flash their wonderful signal lamps among the dark leaves of the maples and down In the low, damp places. I sometimes wake up in the night to look out at the great 'skies and the quiet stars, and see those cheerful little flashlights darting across the dark, mysterious shadows made by fo trees. x {Of course, there is always sbeauty, fomanee and poetry in nature, but pigan't be oblivigus of the terrify ing multitade of crawling, and | t as [the to dig them out of their then run. Honeybees have al mental appeal to read Whittier's poem, "Telling thé Bees," in an old school reader, and the political and social ways of bees have been the study of scientists, poets and others from time immem- orial Take down your Virgil and read hig IVth Georgie. I mean, of cours" your Dryden's English ver sion, unless you are a recent grad. But, speaking of wasps, again. As| we sit on the big south porch they fly recklessly about and ging in our ears, now and then dropping down-to ses place to bite. and spiders for the little grubs to feed on when they wake up in the new year, They havea way of play- ing hide and seek behind the cur- them at night they are apt to resent your touch and give you something to think about, and to cause remarks. Honeybees are much nicer and ever #0 much more interesting. They come about the house and help the flowers and fruit trees and do a lot of good In many different ways. Fabre has written wonderful stories about their ways, and there is that fascinating, book by Sir John Luh- bock on "Ants, Bees and Wasps." I have 'always wanted to be on friendly terms with: ve of bees, but somehow I have miss magic Hy if by chance they may find a good. They build their mud houses on the} =N wood ceiling and fill them with bugs tains, and when you reach up to cloge |] wowing things that will posse earth if "we don't watch out." believe me, this is not a joke! . eran % People, says Doctor-Senator Copeland, are in great danger of forgetting that they have legs. From wkich it appears that the doctor-senator still clings to the old: fashioned notion that women and girls are not people. fn Ohio State Journal: It looks ike mg pull Jet to complete sex equal and we hardly expect to see the the name of the piece play- the wedding will ever be' Comes the Bridegroom." fary: 'Do you think it would be ceited for me to tell my friends that I 'made this dress myself?" Edith: "Not conceited, my dear-- superfluous," days on an island in the Unique Touring Dodging Crocodiles Rhinoceroses 'Come Free" in Motor Trip to. Timbuktu New - York--A journey by motor car across the Sahara from' Algiers to Timbuktu is an experience crowded with interesting and unexpected events, according to Miss Katherine Locke, lecturer ai town, O., who has a tour of Northern A Miss Locke was md and raed from oned for 10 iger, dodged crocodiles and rhinoceroseXilt @ forced punting trip on the same river, and was sald 'to be the first white n to w¥isit the Gloul of Marakesh In 3,000-year-old home In the Atl Mountains. Miss Locke sald her party had tored across théBakerce accompanied by © ht) The interior of th is bare of sand. d no' oases, and al carried for 20 da; From Timimoun' route lay. through t great dune \gountry, oases and tragelling ds Figul, in the (rand saw palm tred§ h, of a variety, fou y world except | Crossing a ford n, sort. sald, are a ng tiv 3 do you call your sister *Johnny: "Well, every tinfe I -and talking Uke a baby." < sure you put your feet in the t place, then stand firm--Abra ham Lincoln. : EE ---- WHEN IN TORONTO "+ Eat and Sleep at SCHOLES HOTEL YONGE ST., Opposite Eaton's Rates: $1 Per Day and Up. THE BIFOCAL YOU HAVE _WOPED FOR rriter of Y, oungs- | in the parlor' she is in somebody's | «Dr. Packard's discovery is espe: cially important as skeleton of the kind found west of Wyoming, indicatifig the = pterdsaur existed along the shores of the cre- taceous sea which extended at one time as far east as the Achocho Mountains in Oregon. That the gkele- tan Is that of a bona fide pterosaur is established through its identifica tion by the Smithsonian Institution at Washington, D.C., whence Dr. Pack- ard sent the odd-shaped fossil. Word of the identification has just been re- celved here from Washington. The bone which Dr. Packard found formed the upper arm of the flying reptile, Ne says. One of the fingers on the hand at the end of this arm extended to great Jemgth,.. and be- tween this and the leg of the reptile was the great, memhraneous wing, { Sufficent information upon the iden- tification' of Df. Packard's And ot befn received to make sible for him to reconstruct a domplete 'idea~ of thé' particu {lar creature of which this bone was 8 part. He wag able to visualize the | reptile, fiying aver the shallow waters on the marg'n of the sea, picking up fish-and small fowl for foad. Just why the reptiles 'have been unable to retain domination of the air jis problematical, according to Dr. na Berths aahthers may cimen of ind by D: 4 const have been di "foclude ammonite ij and other fossils. $e sore of this sea that D ng sdiscavered the "af "the pterosaur, I vered the great of the Rocky Mountain h_shores, particularly Befuddling the Brain. Y. Y. in the New Statesman (Lon- don): (In-@n " artigle on the Prince of Wales. a writer in a London Sunday newspaper gays: "You will not find him befuddling his mind with books.") 1 do not remémber ever reading a sen- tence with more curious; implications. ++. If books only befuddle the brain, then it would obviously be better if all the schools were shut and school masters who teach reading, writing and arithmetic to innocent children should be sent to prison as public dangers. . . . (Still) we are inclined of reading and writing tothe growth of the intelligence. * A' considerable perecntage of human beings would be Just 'as intelligent as they are a t pre- sent if they had never-learned to read {or write, and I have known men who imaginative and more intelligent than others' Wgho could, far more iM a the ording writing. 14 can neit| er.a nevertheless better die more DO! it is the first = not unlike * 'the * wing" "of '& "hats Epecimens giv- encroachments Wat is now inland It fossilized Similarly, inland : In homa. other I - ave Decne ere re very few | to-day to 'exaggerate the importance could not read or write and who were * 2k Zaku Tr. A 5- 8, T. da con oa SS 8, FEA AAPA