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'Fresh from the gardens' CHAPTER XVIII.-- (Cont'd.) "I must go on. I gave my promise." She nodded. "It means Tollifer now, The de- scent is more dangerous." Suddenly the storm lifted for a moment." Far below, miles in reality, Arctic Island |. Home of Tragedy Wirangel Settlers Have Experi- 'enced Disaster--Land is Claimed by Several Nations . Wrangel Island is the home of tragedy, for death has sought out those who dared to live on {ts shores, according to the National Geographic Society. The island is seventy miles long by ' twenty-eight miles at its widest. It lies 100 miles off the north Siberian coast and is 300 miles north | of the Arctic Circle. 'Captain Thomas Long, an Amer fcan, who first discove ed in 1867 the true .extent of the island, named it for Baron Wrangel, a Russian ex- } plorer. Forty years earlier the Baron had heard native reports of the ls- Iand, but he had falled to find it. Mankind left Wrangel Island to It self until' January, 1914, when the Karluk was crushed into kindling wood by the ice. Cajtain Robert A. Bartlett led the main body of sur wivors 100 miles over the pack ice to Wrangel, With one companion he then crossed to Siberia, bringing news of the disaster. A rescue rea d, Wrangel in September. teen returned safely to civilization. «In 3921 four men, with an Eskimo peamstress, elected to stay om Wran- gel Island. They found it-to-be the home of many foxes and polar bears, which they shot for meat. Seal and walrus frequented the shores and, in Summer, 'large numbers of birds, geese, terns and snipe nestea there. Driftwood lined the beaches, so the sojourners did not lack for fuel. But the supply ship dispatched to Wran- gel in the second year failed to reach the island. Three of the men started for Siberia and never were heard of again: One died of scurvy. Ada Blackjack, the Eskimo, was the only. human being on Wrangel when the rescue ship arrived. The [leddy Bear, that brought back Ada Blackjack, left Charles Wells ..and thirteen Eskimos.. They lived on Wrangell until a Russian ship took them off in 1924 and confiscate" their fur catch,» Wells and two Eskimos died in Siberia "Wrangel remained untenanted un- 111 1926, when Russia established the large and well-equipped colony which is now ga ssource of worry," a recent bulletin ofthe society says, "Of the six Russianileft there three are said to be men and three women. One of the latter 1s a nurse, another a teacher. They were the first white women who tried to live on Wrangel. Sixty Eskimo families also were left. "What Is their fate? Nobody knows, The sil:nce of the Arctic has swal- Jowed the colony. Two years have passed. A Russian rescue ship failed to get through the ice pack. The Arctic night has descended upon the colony. The question grows more in- sistent daflys. What has happened to the Wrangel Island colony? "The island itself has been a foot- ball of international politics. Vari ous individuals who-have gone: there have variously ciaimed Wrangel in the name 'of Canada, the United States or Russidi."* It lies closest to Russian territory, and the establish- ment of tie 'Russian colony was an endeavor on the part of the Soviet to make good her claim." ship | or! twenty-five on board the Karluk four | 1" --Bertha Gerneaux Woods, in the on 'flocking to Canada, We-%re sim- || {oly to ¢ t are sim- straight jets of steam rose high above black, curling smoke; faintly, distant- ly, whistles-sounded. The snowplows! He gripped her arm with the sight of it, nor did she resist. Thrilled, en- thralled, they watched it; the whirl- ing smoke, the shooting steam, the white spray which indicated the grinding, churning progress of the plows, propelled by the heavy engines' behind. From the swollen lips of Houston: "They've started the fight! ing to work with them." "But? ; "He knew what she meant and shook his head. "No--she does not need me. My presence would mean mothing to her. I can't tell you why. My place--is down there." For an instant Medaine Robinette looked at him with frankly question- ing eyes, eyes which told that a ques- tion was arising as to his guilt in at least one of the things which circum- stances had arrayed against him. But suddenly she was speaking, as though to divert her thoughts. "We'll have about three hours, It's our chance. We'd better cui this cord --the one in the lead may fall and pull the other one over. We'd better make haste." Houston stepped before her. A moment later they were edging their way down the declivity at what once had been a railroad track: Black dots they became--dots which appeared late in the afternoon to the laboring crews of the snow-fighters far below; dots edging their way about beetling precipices, plunging forward, then stopping; pulling themselves out of the heavier drifts, where drops of 10 and even 20 feet had "thrown them. Once, at the edge of an overhanging ledge, he scrambled furiously, failed and fell--to drop in a drift far below, to crawl painfully back to the waiting dot above. Hours! The dots grew larger. On they came stumbling, reeling. The woman wav- ered and fell; he caught her. Then, double-weighted, a pack on his back, a form in his arms, he came on, his blood-red eyes searching almost sight- lessly the faces of the waiting, stolid, grease-smeared men, his thick lips drooling over blucdy lips: "Somebody take her--get her into the bunk cars. She's given out. I'm --I'm all right. Take care of her. 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How they have found in energy the secrets God smiled to know a billion years before, Seven Tube All-Electric: Radio Guaranteed "Counting their lives not dear, so they discover Some bit of truth through eons all unguessed, Something to make the lives to come the richer, Ere they themselves shall shut their eye and rest. "Ah, still the Lord God walks with noiseless footfall, Visits the workshops of these patient men-- Smiles on the tegt tubes, the revealing lenses, And 'It is good,' he murmurs once again." The Congregationalist, London Daily Express (Ind. Cons.): It emigration since the war had con- tinued at the pre-war rate, there would be comparatively few men and women out ofa job in Great Britain at this moment. That {8 an incontestable fact, and its Imperial significance is as great ag its domestic, With twg European settlers for every single | our 9W»~ congestion at Without plating ov vert in Al: the Emgire with L. stock. 1. have za. doubt Ts ten a uskeidaty ga maternity ty elt mained behind in the care of the snow crews. 5 . "Nameless," he said with an effort, when the lengthy details of certifica- tion were asked. "The mother--" and a necessary lie came to his lips-- "pe-|* cume unconscious before she could tell mej anything except that the baby had been baptized. She wanted a priest." From far away came the whistles of locomotives, answering the signals of the snow-plows ahead. He remem- ered the bulky cars of machinery at Tollifer. It was partially his battle they were fighting out, there. He fumbled aimlessly in his pockets. for his gloves. Something tinkled on the floor and he bent to pick up the little crucifix with its twisted, tangled chain, forgotten at Tollifer. Duly, hazily, he starel at it with his red eyes, with the 1aint feeling of a duty neglected. Then? "She only said they might want it," he mumbled. "I'm sorry--F should have remembered. I'm always fail- ing--at something." Then, anxious to take his place-in the fighting line, he replaced the tiny bit of gold in his pocket and threaded his way through the circuitous tunnel of snow. Even from the distance, Barry could hear the surge of the terrific impact, as the rotary smashed against ie "BONMIEL yess alas ner into the bunk cars. She's given out." the tight-jammed contents of the shed, snarled and tore at its enemy, then, beaten at last by the crusted ice of the rails, came grudgingly ack so that the crews might break the ice from the rails and give traction for another assault. Houston started forward, only to stop. A figure .in the dim light of the cook car had caught his eye. Medaine Robinette. If the woman back there in the west country only would tell! If she would only keep the promise which she had given him in her half-de- lirium! Ten minutes later Barry stood be- side a great Mallet engine, a sleek grayhound of the mountains, taking instructions from the superintendent. "Know anything aout firin' an engine?" "I know enoigh to shovel coal-- and I've got a strong pair of shoul- ders." . "When you get in their gas pock- ets, stick your nose.in the hollow of your elbow. There ain't no fresh air in that there shed; the minute these ergines get inside and start throwin' on the uice, it fills up with smoke. That's what gets you" Barry climbed to his place on the engine. A wistle sounded, to echoed and re-echoed by the answer- ing blasts of the snowplow train-- four engines and the big auger itself --ready now for a fresh sally into the shed. Throttles open, fire boxes throwing their red, spluttering glare against the black sky as firemen leap- ed to their task, the great mass, of machinery moved forward. Faster--faster--then the impact, like crashing into a stone wall. They were within the snowshed now, the auger boring and tearing and snarling like some savage, vengeful thing against the solid mass which faced it. Inch by inch for eight feet it pro- gressed; then progress ceased, while the plow ahead shrilled the triple signal to back up. The engineer open- ed the cab window and gratefully sucked in the fresh, clean air. "Eight feet--that's all," he mused "Eight feet at a time Back and forth--back and forth-- fresh air and foul air--gleaming lights, then dense blackne.s--so the hours passed. Sally after sally the snowplow made. Men fell groveling, only to be dragged inté the open air and rescusitated, then sent down once|. cruelty. of the fight. The 1 by, like stricken thing .dawn--the plow. churned more into the through at Seah be |If you're afraid--come on--there's no It surged for-|' Posen | |" With Toot milk "Tonight was the last night, the last either in the struggle or in the lives of those who had fought their way upward to the final barricade which yet separated them from the top of the world--the Death Trail. jcy Niagara, the snow piled high above the railroad tracks. Already the plows were assembled. This was to be the fight of fights, there in the moonlight. A quick shoot and a lucky ome. Otherwise--the men who went forward to their engines would not speak of it. But there was one who did. She was standing beside the cook car as Houston passed. "You'll be with them?" "On the Death Trail? I expect to." "They talk of it as something ter- rible. Why?" Houston pointed to the forbidding wall of snow. His thick, Iroken lips mumbled in the longest speech he had known in days. "It's all granite up there. The cut of the roadbed forms a base for the remainder of ite snow. When we cut out the foundation--they're afraid and start an avalanche. It all de- pends whether it ccmes before--or after we've passed through." She straightened aid looked at him with clear, frank eyes, "Mr. Hous- ton," came quietly, "I've been think- ing about something all day. I have felt that I haven't been quite fair-- that a man who has acted as you have acted since--since I met you this last time--that he deserves more of a chance than 1 have given him. That--" "I'm asking nothing of you, Miss Robinett." « "I know. 1 am asking something of you. I want to téll you that I have been hoping that you can some day furnish me the proof--that you spoke of once. I--that's what I wanted to tell you," she ended quickly and ex- tended her hand. "Good-bye; I'll be praying for all of you up there." Houston answered only with a pres- sure of his hand, He looked at her wth eyes that spoke what hs tongue could not say, then he went on--a shambling, dead-tired /man, even on awakening from sleep, but a man whose heart was beating with a new fervor. She would be praying for all of them up there at the Trail. And all of them included him. At the cab of the engine, he listen- ed to the final instructions of the cursing, anxious superintendent, then went to his black work of the shovel. Higher and higher mounted the steam on the gauge; theirs was the first plow, theirs the greatest task. One by one the final orders came--crisp, shouted, cursing commands, answered in kind. Then the last query: "If there's a damn man of you who's a coward, step out! Hear that? stopping once you start!" Engine after engine answered, in jeering, sarcastic tones, the belliger- ent cries of men hiding what pounded in their hearts, driving down by sheer will-power the primitive desires of self-preservation. Again the call was repeated. Again it was answered by men who snarled, men who cursed . no matter "real . market. warming energy for Made by The Canadian Shredded Wheat \that the vibration will loosen the rest} A I MALLE Nr are made to give ¢ They Ro hve 6 you want to dye, try Di Then compare or 1g. See spotting, thoroudhly >v>@ ful of Company, Lid. fat they, might not pray. ' And with "A w-wew-w--right! Let 'er "(To be continued.) Winter Morning on the Hills 'Come up to the winter hills, Where the morning is a joy, . Where the pulse of old age thrills Like the young heart of a boy. gol. To the gallop of the gust, Over white leagues, trenche tossed; To the sharp-and silver thrust Of the arrows of the frost; To the sparkling streams that pour From the new uprisen sun, On the crisp and crystal floor, Of a sheer 'white beauty spun. Hither come and drink the cup Of the morning on the hills, Here shall you be lifted up, Past pursuit of: all your ills; You shall find that winter here, Is no wan and driven wraith, But the august and austere Spirit of a country's faith. J. C. M. Duncan. . SE sn Use Minurd's Liniment for the Flu. rere What we want to-day Is indepen: dence of thought with fellowship of spirit. What we have got is hard mentality with pugnacity of spirit.-- Archbishop of York, ere freee. It was a fashionable wedding. The groom had no visible means of sup- port save his father. When he came to the part where he had to repeat, "with all my worldly goods I thee endow," his father was heard to say in a hoarse whisper: "Heavens! There goes his bicycle!" FARMERS Requiring British help--Single men, women of families, to assist with farm work, should write Rev. Alex. MacGregor, 43 Victoria St., Toronto. These people will be arriving after March 15. . ee ee------------------ THE PROTECTIVE ASSOCIATION of Canada Established 1907. Assets ,167.00, surplus policy! over Jao0000:00. THE ONLY PU ¥ OCAN- ADIAN | MPANY ckness ance to Members sonic Fratorutty usively. Agens in all principal Cities amd Towns in Canada. B. Bh ap SON, J. G. FULLER, 8. & Gen. Mgr. BSeoy. Ass. Mgr. Head Office: GRANBY, Que. 'Major-General Charles George Gor don, variously known in history as: "Chinese: Gordon," "Gordon Pasha" and "Gordon of Khartum," is to have a unique . Not only a cathe '|dral, the Khartom Cathedral, will be to him, but a church' at, - | Port Sudan and edific-s at Atbara and Nile Valley, the scene of so many of his triumphs and of his tragic death. The idea for this memorial was pro- posed by Sir John L. M.ftey, Gover: nor-Genere' of British Sudan, to Gor- don's 'comi.de:-in-arms dispersed. ald over the world. He as's for contribu- tions toward a fund of $300,000. The appeal is made just fortyfour years after Gordon's death. The force re- Tuctantly sent by the British Govern. | ment to rescue Gordon after his siege of ten month; within: lihartum was only a two-day's march from the place when news reached it that it had fallen and with it Gordon under the spears of the fanatical Dervishes, just as he was leaving his office in the early morning. In two days more 'he would have been 52 years old. Gordon. is one of the most romantic figures in British military history. He was born in the Royal Military Aca- demy of Woolwich, where his father, Lieut ren. Henry Willlam Gordon, was fn command and where he him- self was to have his first lesson in soldiering. He fought as a lieutenant throughout the Crimean war and then Pjoined the Anglo-French Army in its war against China, He commanded the "Ever Victorious Army," which suppressed the Taiping rebellion in 1874. He was next farmed out to Ismail Pasha, Khedive of Egypt; to suppress the slave trade in the Upper Nile Valley. .de suppressed it and be- came Governor General of the Sudan. There he cleaned out the slavers and drove the Dervishes from all the oases. Next, an a vacation, he went as private secretary to the new Viceroy of India, the Marquis of Ripon. The latter, with the consant of India Hc ise, lent him to the Chinese Gov: ernment, who knew from experience his qualifications as a soldier, to be its military adviser, In 1883, how- ever, he was back in the Nile Valley again under mandate frcm the British Government to rescue the Sudaness from the sweeping return of the Derv- ishes. The Siege and Disaster The Gladst Government had or dered the Khedive to abandon the Sudan and Gordon not to fight but to rescue as many as he could. After he had sent whole villages to safety in the North he might 'have followed them, but there were still others to be rescued. He tarried too long, and with a handful of Sudanese: was be- sieged in Khartum. For nine months the Gladstone Government waited for him to rescue himself. Then, urged on by public opinion, it ordered Gen- eral Sir Garnet Wolseley to rescue the rescuer. When only a two-days' | march away Wolseley heard that the "Ma- | town had fallen through treachery, ard that the gallant Gordon was be- yond all rescue. Thirteen years later Kitchener with his machine guns re- venged Gordon p Sir John Malfey's appeal bids. Go don's comrades-in-arms to ralse a fit- ting memorial to the man "who at all times and everywhere gave his strength to the weak, his substance "to the poor, his sympathy to the suf- '| tering, his heart to God." Mark Twain Asks a Favor ein a ervice, They St hy than other~dyes on Dyes. See how easy Note the abance of thi Mr --€l was prone to tell rather absurd stories upon himself, one of which I never believed until {after many years it appeared-in print with the unquestioned authority of his daughter, the accomplished Ma- /| dame" Gabrilowitsch," who edited her father's autobiography. He told Mr, Andrews . : . that it was always his wife's custom, if he went out without her, to arm him with definite instruc. tions as to what he should do and not do. . . . : - Attending a reception at the ite House during the Cleveland Adminis~ tration, Mrs, Clemens had in this way cautioned hini not to wear his galoshes into the drawing room. Finding the missive just in the nick of time, he was tremendously pleased with him- selt, and left his arctics outside; still with self-congratulation on his achievement" as Mrs. Cleveland greeted him, he could not resist re- \ 'a deposition from her that