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8YN0PSIS. Philip Cayley, accused of a crime o€ Which he Is not guilty, resigns from the army In disgrace and his affection for his friend, Lieut. Perry Hunter, turns to hatred. Cayley seeks solitude, where he perfects a flying machine. While soaring over the Arctic regions, he picks up a curiously shaped stick he had seen In the assassin's hand. Mounting again, he dis­ covers a "yacht anchored In the bay. De­ scending near the steamer, h*» meets'* girl on an ice floe. He learns that the girl's name is Jeanne Fielding and that the yacht has come north to aeek signs of her father. Captain Fielding, an arctic explorer. CHAPTER l!«--Continued. Cayley could not contradict her, and he saw there was little need of trying to do so. She had spoken sim­ ply, and very gravely, but it was evi­ dent the years had not taken the sting out of her grief. "He told you where he wag?" he asked. "Oh, quite exactly," she told him; "he gave us .latitude and longitude, and mapped the coast-line. So you were wrong, you see, in what you said about cartographers. And he gave us the route by which with reasonable fortune, we might find open water. We had good fortune and we got here safely, but, of course, we were too iaie. Tiic iiul uu tue siiurc ibeiu ia deserted. We have Been no signs of life at all. The men have gone ashore to search, and there is to be a gun-fire it they find anyone alive. But they have been out all day and there has been no sound. Tou will understand, I think, though, why I did not want to sleep tonight In my cabin In the yacht; why the ice and the dome of stars seemed better." "Yes," he said, "I understand." Presently, after a moment's musing, he added, "What seems strange to me, Incomprehensible altogether, is, that men like your father, and so many others, should risk and lose their lives trying to reach the pole." "Tou can't understand that--" she questioned surprised, "you, a man with wings?" "I suppose it's because of the wings," he answered her. "I slept there once, early this summer--slept, and rested, and ate a meal." "There--" she echoed Incredulously. "Where dcJ you mean?" "At the pole, or within a half degree ©f It--I won't guarantee my instru­ ments, nor my hit-and-miss observa­ tions any more accurately than that --and it seemed a poor place to risk one's life trying to reach. Just the ice-pack--the eternal ice-pack; noth­ ing but that." Then his eyes lighted a little. "But I should like to go there some time, in the winter--should like to fly straight ahead, for hours and hours, through the long dark, until I could see the North Star squarely above my head In the zenith, the cen­ ter of all the universe. That would be a sight worth having, I should think. Some day, perhaps, I shall try for it. And then one could go straight on across--a week or ten days would do it all--from Dawson City, say, to St. Petersburg." "Dawson City to St. Petersburg!" •he repeated; "only a creature of wings could put those two cities in the same sentence, even in imagina­ tion. And even with you it must be imaginary. You couldn't do it, really --could you?" "Yes," he said; "I could do it." "You're tireless, then?" she asked. "You would go on flying, flying, with­ out rest, for a week?" "I don't fly," he told her, "or hardly at all. The birds don't fly, not these great sea birds that live on the wing. They sail; so do I." "But, then, don't you have to go with the wind?" "You've sailed a boat, haven't you?" he asked by way of answer. "You put up a sail to catch the breeze, and then you make it force your boat right up into ij.; make your boat go against the wina, by the force of the wind itself. That was regarded as a mir­ acle once when men first did It." "Of course," she admitted, "but yon do that by tacking." "That's the way I do it--by tacking, and the force of gravity is my heel." "How long have you lived like this?" she asked abruptly. "Really lived? Only three months or so. I spent the better part of five years learning to fly." "And you have flown all over the world?" "All over this most deserted patch of it." There was another silence. Then she said: "And what a contempt you must have for us--for us, poor wing­ less creatures, who cannot cross a lit­ tle Assure in a rock or a bit of open water without such toilsome labor. Yes, that must be the feeling--con­ tempt; it could hardly be pity." "If that's true," he rejoined quickly, "it's only poetic justice. I've only achieved toward the world the feeling which the world held for me." The words were spoken harshly, abruptly, as if his memory had just tasted something intolerably bitter. The manner of the words, no less than the sense of them startled her, and she checked a movement to turn and loek into his face. Instead, she tried to recall It as It had looked when she had first stood confronting him, before the twilight had faded. - * |f BY TMf CCWHJfV CO (1 ' fratCHT I4H0 THt iS iSCCftaS CO It was a strange face, as she re­ membered it, but this, ^he reflected, was probably due to the incongruous effect of his deeply tanned skin with his very light sun-bleached hair. A sensitive face, finely chiseled, almoF* beautiful--and young, but with an in­ explicable stamp of premature age upon it. It had not struck her at all as a tragic face. And yet the mean­ ing of those last words of his, uttered as they were, had been tragic enough. "At least you have a magnificent re­ venge," was all she said. And then there was another silence. She her­ self was trying to think of something to say, for she realized that his con­ fession had been involuntary, and that the silence must be distressing hira. But it was he himself who broke the silence with a natural, matter-of- fact question. "You say a searching party has set ont from the yacht? Have they been long ashore?" "They set out only a little after sun­ rise. We came into the bay with the last of yesterday's twilight, and the sight of those huts, at the edge of the shore--" her voice faltered a little, "nearly made us hope that the impos­ sible might prove true. We fired our signal cannon two or three times and then sent up some rockets, without getting any answer. It was too late to go ashore in the dark; so we had to wait a few hours for another sun­ rise. The few of us who were left on the yacht expected them back to­ day before dark fell. But I suppose there's nothing to worry about in their not coming. They went equipped to pass a night ashore, if necessary. You don't advise me to begin worry­ ing about them, do you?" He did not answer her question. He was recalling something which his amazing meeting with the girl out here on the ice-floe had, for a little while, put quite out of his mind--the weird, silent tragedy he had seen en­ acted a few hours before upon the glacier behind the headland. The victim, the man in the leather coat, must have been one of the party from the yacht; but it was impossible that the little band of his murderers could be. No one freshly landed from the yacht would have been dressed as they were, or would have been armed with darts. With no better look at them thin had been possible to him as be hung above their heads, he had been con­ vinced that they were white; certain­ ly, the leather-coated man had been talking to them, freely enough, in English. And yet, if white, they must have been refugees--survivors, if not of Captain Fielding's ill-fated expedi­ tion, then of some other, tragic, unre­ ported ship wreck. But if they were white men--refu­ gees, why had they fled from their hut at sight of the yacht which came bringing a rescue? Why had they driven that one luckless member of the rescuing party who fell in with them, into that carefully prepared am­ bush, and then murdered him, silent­ ly? Even Eskimos would not have done a thing like that. His long silence had alarmed the girl, and presently, perceiving that this was so, he drew himself up with an affected start. "I beg your par­ don. I drifted off, thinking of some­ thing else. Living in the sky doesn't seem conducive to good manners. No, I don't believe there is anything to worry about. Any way, as soon as light cr»mp« hack, which won't be long now, I can set at rest any fears you may have. I'll go and flnd your party, and I'll search the land, too-- for anything else that may be there. And then I'll bring you word." "You are very good," she said with a little hesitation, "but I can't let you--" He Interrupted her with a laugh. "It's nothing difficult that I am pro­ posing to do for you, you know." "That's true. I had forgotten your wings. The rocks, the ice, the steep places, that mean so tragically much to them, are nothing at all to you. But what are you doing now? Even you can't flnd them in the dark." He had already begun unstrapping the bundle he had made of his wings, and seemed to be preparing for im­ mediate flight. That was what caused her question. "No," he said; "I shall wait for sun­ rise." "But why not here, on the yacht? We can give you a comfortable bed there; better, certainly, than that sleeping bag of yours." "I am afraid," he said, "that what you call a comfortable bed in a yacht's cabin would be the surest instrument that could be found for keeping me awake all night. No, I shall find a sheltered hollow up at the top of that headland yonder, where I shall sleep deeply enough, you may be sure." She watched him, silently, while he slipped the steel-jointed rods into place, drew the catgut bow strings taut, until they sang--until the fabric of his planes shimmed in the starlight --quivered, as if they were instinct with a life of their own. A sense of the unreality of It all came welling up strongly within her, and a touch of an almost forgotten fear of him. "Good night," she said, holding out her hand--"goedby." .... !H, lilM V 1 I 1 a®iJteiM- * J • , 'At Least You Have a Magnificent Revenge." "Till morning," he answered. A little breeze came blowing across the ice just then. He dropped her hand quickly, slipped his arms into their places in the frame, mounted the ledge of ice, and then, with a short run, sprang forward into the breeze. She saw his planes bend a little, undulate, rather, with a sort of scull­ ing motion, as he flew forward, not far above the level of her head. He dipped down again as soon as he had open water beneath him, and almost skimmed the surface of it. Then, gathering speed, he began mounting. She felt curiously alone now that he was gone; and a little frightened, like a child Just waking out of a. dream. And she blew a small silver whistle that hung about her neck, for a signal to the men on the yacht to send a boat for her. Then, while she waited, she dropped down rather limply on her pile of bear-skins. Her hand found some­ thing hard that had not been there be­ fore, and taking it up she found that it was a curious blunt stick of wood, rudely whittled, and about ten inches long. It must have fallen from his belt while he sat there talking to her. She wondered what he used it for. CHAPTER III. The Murderers. Two men clad in bear-skins were shuffling rapidly along across the glacier. Dawn was already flooding the arctic sky with its amazing riot of color--rose, green-gold, violet, and the ice beneath their feet was rose color with misty blue shadows in it. The foremost of the two wayfarers was a man of gigantic stature, six and a half feet tall and of enormous girth of chest; yet, somehow, despite his size and the ungainly clothes he wore, he contrived to preserve an air almost of lightness; of lean, compact athleticism, certainly. A stranger, meeting him anywhere and contem­ plating his formidable proportions, and then looking up past his great, blunt jaw into his cold, light blue, choleric eyes, would be likely to shiv­ er a little and then get out of his way as soon as possible. He was walking steadily, glancing neither to the right nor the left. Even over the treacherous, summer glazed surface of the glacier, his great stride carried him along at a pace which his companion found it difficult to keep up with. Besides, this companion made his task the harder by allowing his eyes to wander from the track they were following, and casting little fur­ tive, anxious glances at the man be­ side him. In any other company he would have been a rather striking fig­ ure himself, well above middle height, powerfully made, and with a face that had lines of experience and determina­ tion engraved in it. But the com­ parison dwarfed him. He seemed to be trying to make up bis mind to speak, and still to flnd this a dlfBcult thing to do. At last, with a deprecatory cough, he began: "What I can't Bee is, Roscoe, what you did it for. It was all right to do it if you were figuring out any gain from it. We'll all agree to that. Any­ thing for our common good, that's our motto. But where's the gain in kill­ ing just one poor fellow out of a party of ,30? He seemed a good kind of chap, too, and friendly spoken. We didn't serve you like that, when you come aboard the Walrus at Cape Nome." "It would have cost you four men to do it, Planck, and you were short- handed as it was." "That wasn't why we didn't do it. You was a Btranger, and you was in a bad way. There was a mob of men that wanted you mighty bad, and we f ¥ Strode On With Unabated Pace, aa Though He Had Not Heard First Year *,H O N E C O M P A N Y "Freshi," is Often Made Butt e» a Jest Because of His Freshness. On the campus, the athletic field and the streets of the college town. ; and In the dormitory, the lecture rpom and the chapter house, the members of the freshman class are preeminent­ ly conspicuous in the weeks of early falL There are many thousands a€ sr Pavs r. and Mrs. J. M. Phalin were Griswold Lake visitors Sunday. Miss MareeDa Riley of St. Charles spent Saturday and Sunday with her parents here. Mrs. W. HatChwell and children of Crystal Lake visited at the home of Charles Buek Tuesday, .. oid graduate would give nis the * derei thei ful i riatfl Siicl drcsS Chi© to possess once more. _ _ The freshman is often made the come highly harrtowing when told In T butt of a jest because of hiB fresh later years. neas. But even as we smile at him The freshman In college--like the I we feel deep in our hearts that his eenior of last June, who has now be- 1 freshnesa Is a treasure above all price. The discipline at the hands of upper classmen, the varied experi­ ences of undergraduate life and the work in classroom and laboratory, which gradually change him from a freshman to a senior, also rob him of something which it is a great pity Sfif^to lose. Perhaps some day a college will succeed in turning out seniors who are still freshmen. It is an ideal well worth the attention of the educa­ tional world. It is well to learn the great essential truths and to hart at gave aid carried you off and made you a regular sharin' mem­ ber of tbe crew. O! course if wed had any reason to act contrary, we'd have done so. And that's why it seemed to us--to me, 1 would say, that you probably had some reason in this case, here. And, well--we'd like to know what it is." But the man he had addressed as "Roscoe" strode on with unabated pace, as if he had not heard. For any attention he paid to his questioner he might hav^ been alone in that ex­ panse of ice and sky. Planck accepted the silent rebuff as if It had been only what he had ex­ pected, but he sighed regretfully. He had once known, and it was only four years ago, that same swaggering trick of contemptuous authority himself. He had been master, the most tyran­ nical sort of master, some say, to be found anywhere in the world; the captain of an American whaler. And this very man, at whose heels he was scrambling along over the ice, had been one of his crew; had never ap­ proached the quarter-deck where he reigned supreme, without an apolo­ getic hand at his forelock, and had always passed to the leeward side of him up on the deck. Bui the Walrus had been destined never to see port again. She lingered too long on the wnaiing grounds to get back through Behring strait that fall; and failed in the attempt to make McKenzie bay, where other whalers in similar plight put in for the winter. Instead of this friendly har­ bor, she was caught in the pack and carried, relentlessly, north and west­ ward. The milling pressure of great masses of ice crushed in her stout hull, so that the open water they had been hoping for, became, at once, their deadliest peril. The moment the ice broke away, she would go to the bottom like a plummet. But still the slow, irresistible drift of the ice-pack carried them north and west into a latitude and longihide which, so far as they knew, no human travelers had ever crossed before. And then in the depth of the arctic night, bereft of hope, and half mutin­ ous, they found a land that never had been charted, and, most marvelous of all, a human welcome. For here on the shore were Captain Fielding and the two other survivors of his ill- fated expedition. The fate of the explorer's ship had been, it seemed, precisely that of the Walrus. She had been caught in the pack, crushed in It and carried against this coast. Before the. coming of spring, and with it the breaking of the ice, Fielding and his men had been able to carry their stores ashore, and of these, the greater part still re­ mained. Of the Walrus people, in all, there were 11, and these, with the three original castaways, settled down to the prosrect of an indefinite number of years upon that nameless coast "We can live like Christians," Cap­ tain Fielding had said, "and we can always hope." His superior knowledge of arctic conditions made him, rather than Cap­ tain Planck, naturally conjmander of the little company. He established the regimen of their life, doled out the store from day to day, and, as best he could, through that long win­ ter night, provided entertainment for the forlorn little group. He told them of his explorations on the coast, of the iay of the iana, of what tiiey might hope to see when the sun should come back to them, marking the be­ ginning of another long arctic day. Among other things, quite casually he told them of a ledge In the hills, across the glacier, which contained, he believed, the most extraordinary deposit of gold in the world. So in­ credibly rich was it, that the rock itself had almost been replaced by solid metal. The Alaska gold, he said, was only the sweepings, in his opin­ ion, of this immense store. At the sound of the word "gold," the eyes of the man named Roscoe had brightened for the first time since they had taken him, shivering from his long immersion in the cold water, aboard the Walrus. He drew into the circle that sat about the reading lamp, and began asking questions. Gold was something he knew about. He had mined it in Australia, in California, and in the Klondike. He questioned Captain Fielding about the exact whereabouts of the ledge, about the sort of ore it occurred in, and about the best means of cutting it out. To some extent his own excitement infected the others. Even Captain Planck, whose only well-understood form of wealth waa whale blubber, be­ gan to take an interest in Roscoe's questions and in the explorer's an­ swers to them. It was a strange and rather pathetic sort of excitement, Captain Fieldtng thought. To them, in their practical­ ly hopeless plight, gold was about the least useful thing they could find; not hard enough to tip lances or arrows with, too heavy and too easily melted for domestic purposes. However, it gave them something to think about, and he, without a suspicion of the sinister direction in which these thoughts might turn, went on and told them all he knew. When, after a period of tantalizing twilight, the sun again came fairly over the horizon, they besought their commander, with a savage sort of eagerness from which he might have augured ill, that he take them at once to the ledge. They had caught sight of it from a distance, even as Cayley had done, hung in the air above the valley, and had run reck­ lessly on ahead of their leader. When he came up to them, he found them dangerously excited, the man Roscoe fairly dazed and drunken with it. Finally Fielding had left them to their own devices, and came away with his two companions. And until the light of that short day had begun to fail, they--the Walrus people- stayed. gloating over this strangely useless treasure. For three days after that the man Roscoe never spoke a word. On the fourth day, when the little party as­ sembled for their mid-day meal, the 11 men of the Walrus were the only ones to answer the summons. Cap­ tain Fielding and his two companions had disappeared. Captain Planck could not recall that meal now without Bhuddering, for there at the foot of the table, oppo­ site to him, had sat the man Roscoe, v»iiu uiuruer written plain ill every line of his face. He had looked a beast, rather than a man, that day. The sated blood lust in his eyes made them positively terrifying, so that the others shrank away from him. He had seemed not to notice it, at least not to take offense at it He was in hilarious spirits fort the first time since they had known him; seemed really to try to be a good companion. Captain Planck abdicated his lead­ ership that day. He was perfectly conscious of the fact. He had known that to retain the leadership he must take that murderer out and execute him. He knew that If he did not do this, the murderer, not he, would here­ after command the party, and that unless he himself yielded the prompt­ est obedience of any, he would follow the luckless trio whom they were never to see again. From that day to this there had been no more murders. Roscoe had ruled them with a decision and a truculence which put anything like insubordination out of the question. He had been obeyed better than Cap­ tain Planck ever had been. He bad worked them fiercely all those four years, cutting, everlastingly, at that wonderful, exhautless golden ledg*v beating the friable ore out of it wit! heavy mauls, then, laboriously, con. veying the great rude slabs of pur« metal on rough sledges over the per­ petual Ice of the glacier to a cave near the shore, where they had de< posited It. There were literally tons of it hidden there when the smoke from the yacht's funnel was first seen on the horizon. The moment the news of the ap* proaching steamer was reported to Roscoe, he had entered upon what seemed to his followers a thoroughly irrational and inexplicable line of ac­ tion. He had ordered them, first, to remove all signs of recent habitation from the hut to the cave where their gold was concealed; then, to cover tha cave mouth with a heap of boulders, to secure it against discovery. Long before the strongest glass on the ship could have made out their moving figures, he took the whole party back to the hills in hiding. He nad kept inem from uuaweriug the hails and the gun-fire from the yacht by the sheer weight of his authority, without vouchsafing a word of expla? nation. The next day they had seen th< searching party come ashore, and wltl their knowledge of the lay of th> land found it perfectly easy to evad» observation, though nothing but tht strong habit of obedience kept then from courting it. Then, along in the afternoon, hat happened what seemed to them th strangest thing of all. They had seei a solitary straggler from the search ing party coming along across th ice. He could not see them. It wouli have been perfectly easy to evad^ him, but Roscoe now ordered then to go down to him and tell him wht they were, and to offer to escort hin along the trail down the glacier. Ant at a certain point they were to laj behind and let him go on alone. Thai was all any of them knew of theii leader's plans, till they saw the flying dart and the smudge of crimson ol the snow. Now, at last, came Planck to thfl leader, asking the reason why. But his mission, as it appeared, had not prospered. (TO CONTIM'ED.) HAD BEEN SILENT SUFFERER Subordinate Officer the Recipient s? Hints Intended fer Hie Superior. A sea captain's wife tells this story of a maiden woman, sister of one erf the owners of the ship on which once made a long voyage. She ba4 very decided opinion on most matters, and she and the captain had' many spirited arguments at the dinner table. The captain's wife, a meek, submis­ sive little soul, fearing that in th# heat or argument her husband might say anything to offend his august passenger, was in the habit of kick­ ing him in the shins to hint at modera­ tion, Nevertheless, all these remind* ers passed unheeded. One day she administered a mors vigorous kick than usual, and noticed an expression of pain flit across tha face of the mate, who sat opposite her. "Oh, Mr. Brown, was that yonf shin?" she asked. "Yea, Mrs. Blaikie," said the matet meekly, "hit's been my shin hall the voyage, ma'am."--Youth's Companion. FREED FROM SKIN DISEASE "Our boy was born In Toronto oat Oct. 1.1, 1908, and when three months old a slight itish appealed on hie cheek. What appeared to be a wai­ ter blister would form. When it broke, matter would run out, starting new blisters until his entire face, head and shoulders were a mass of scabs and you could not see a par­ ticle of clear skin. Other parts at his body were affected, hot not tQ such an extent We tried about every advertised remedy without avail, !j*» deed some of. them only added to his suffering and one in particular, the Remedy, almost put the Infant Into convulsiona. The family doctor prescribed for him and told us to bathe the baby In buttermilk. This did not do any good, so we took him to a hospital. He was treated as aa out-patient twice a week and he got worse, if anything. We then calleft in another doctor and inside of a week the boy was, to all appearances, cured and the doctor said his work was dona. But the very next day It broke out as bad as ever. "We decided that it could not be cored and must run its course and SO we Just kept his arms bandaged to his side to prevent his tearing his flesh. We left Toronto and shortly after our arrival in Duluth. the Cutft* cura Remedies were recommended. We started using them In May, 1909, and soon the cure was complete. You would not think he was the sains child for Cuticura made his skin per­ fectly clear and he is entirely fres from the skin disease. There has been no return this time. We still ase only Cuticura Soap for baby's bath. Robert Mann, Proctor, May 3, 1910." When Fate Mocks. "Too bad about Joe." "What's the matter?" "He sprained his arm and they are afraid he can never pitch again, so his folks are going to make a doctor or something of that sort out of him.** Fatherly Advlee. "Now that you are married, my listen to me." "What is It, dad?" "Try to be a husband, not an ex-bachelor." The Herb laxative, Garfield Tea, OW comes constipation, giving freedom froCB sick-headache and bilious attacks. Keep your heart high; that is tha sum of philosophy.--Victor Coosin. Progressive Farming. "Well, yes," confessed Honest Farmer Hornheak, the while a grim grin wrinkled his weather-beaten complexion. "It's a good 'eal o' trouble, but the satisfaction I feel am­ ply repays me for the extry work. Ye see, by degrees I'm sharpenln' up the top of every stump on the place, and In the course o' time I hope to have matters so arranged that the hired man will flnd ft fully as comfortable to stand up durin' the day as to set Gown."--Puck. command the lore of the ages, but the happiest man and the man most useful in the world is he whose edu­ cation has not been at the cost of the characteristics and the qualities, the outlook and the impulses which dis­ tinguished him as a freshman.-- Youth's Companion. The Bill of Rights. ' The Bill of Rights in English his­ tory is the declaration made by the Lords and Commons to the Prince and Princess ot Orange on February 13, 18S9, in an act setting forth "the rights and liberties of the subject, and I settling the succession of the crown." This bill Is virtually the beginning of free government in England. Never since it passed the parliament has British king dared to interfere with the fundamental rights of the Brit* ish people. The Bill of Rights, while not original--the most of its principles being a repetition of those laid down in Magna Charta--is justly looked up. oh as the foundation of English fre» , dpm. Style A good dissli foi m Luncheon or Supper. Brown the con tents of a tin ol Lobby's Vienna Sausages in the frying pan and serve with hakim! potatoes. Easy toierv* --fine to eat Look fortheLibby label whkhnMOXiS quality. Ubby, McNeill Ubby m*4 fetts I Cue*. N att, CM* --awe JTStS-