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All grocers and department 51L LEVER BROTHERS LIMITED, TORONTO In the rough and dimly lighted ycabin his man sat opposite him, on a bench, his manacled hands crossed over his knees. He was a younger man than Brokawâ€"thirty, or a little better. His hair was long, reddish, :and untrimmed. A stubble of reddish beard covered his face. His eyes, too, were blueâ€"of the deep, honest blue rthat one remembers, and most fre- ‘quently trusts. He did not look like a 'criminal. There was something al- ‘most boyish in his face, a little hol- ‘lowed by long privation. He was the sort of man that other men liked. Even Brokaw, who had a heart like 'flint in the face of crime, had melted ;a little. a swamp, where there were lynx and fisher cat to trap, and where he had thought that no one could find him. The sheet-iron stove was glowing hot. An oil lamp hung from the ceiling. Billywas sitting so that the glow of this fell in his face. It scintillated on the rings of steel about his wrists. Brokaw was a cautious man, as well as a clever one, and he took no chances. Outside a gale was blowing straight down from the Arctic. They could hear the steady moaning of it in the spruce tops over the cabin, and now and then there came one of those rag- ing blasts that filled the night with strange shieking sounds. Volleys of fine, hard snow beat against the one window with a rattle like shot. In the cabin it was comfortable. It was Billy's cabin: He _had built it deep in “Ugh!” he shivered. “Listen to that beastly wind! It means three days of storm.” Sergeant Brokaw was hatchet- faccd, with shifting pale blue eyes that had a glint of cruelty in them. He was tall, and thin, and lithe as a cat. He belonged to the Royal North- west Mounted Police, and was one of the best men on the trail that had ever gone.into the north. His business was man-hunting. Ten years of seeking- after human prey had given him many of the character- istics of a fox. For six of those ten years he had represented law north of fifty-three. Now he had come to the end of his last hunt, close up to the Arctic Circle. For one hundred and eightyâ€"seven days‘he had been following a man. The hunt had be- gun in midsummer, and it was now niidwintel‘. Billy Loring, who was wanted for murder, had' been a hard man to find. But he was caught at last, and Brokaw was keenly exultant. It was his greatest achievement. ‘It would mean ‘a great deal for hnn down at headquarters. r 9 “I like stormsâ€"when you’re inside, THE MATCH sell R PART I. BY J'AMES "OLIVER CURWOOD 114-24 The half gloom hid from Brokaw what was in the other’s face. And then Billy laughed almost joyously. “Say, but she’s been a true little pardner,” he Whispered proudly, as there came a lull in the storm. “She was just born for me, an’ everything seemed to happen on her birthday, an' that’s why I can't be downhearted even now. It’s her birthday, you see. an’ this morning, before you came, I was just that happy that I' set a plate for her at the table. an’ put her picâ€" ture and a curl of her hair beside it â€"set the picture up so it was looking at meâ€"an’ we had breakfast together. Look hereâ€"” He moved to the table, with Brokaw watching him like a cat, and brought something back with him, wrapped in a soft piece of buckskin. He unfold- ed the buckskin tenderly, and drew forth a long curl that rippled a dull red and gold in the lampâ€"glow, and then he handed 1a photograph to Brokaw. ' ‘ _ “That’s her!” he whispered. Brokaw turned so that‘the light fell~ on the picture. A sweet, girlish face smiled at him from out of, a wealth of flowing disheyeled curls. “She had it taken that way just for me,” explained Billy, with the enthus- iasm of a boy in his voice. “She’s always wore her hair in curlsâ€"~an’ a braidâ€"for me when we’re home. I love it that way. Guess I may be Silly, but I’ll tell you why. That was down in York State, too. She lived in a cottage, all grown over with honey- suckle an’ morning glory, with green hills and valleys all about itâ€"and the old apple orchard just behind. That day we were in the orchard, all red an’ white with bloom, and she dared me to a race. I let her beat me, and when I came up she stood under one: of the trees, her cheeks like the pink: blossoms and her hair all tumbled; about her like an armful of gold! “You don’t mind if ‘I talk, do youâ€"â€" about her, an’ the kid? I’ve got to do it, or bust, or go mad. I’ve got to beâ€" causeâ€"to-dayâ€"she was twenty-four â€"at ten o’clock in the morningâ€"311’ it’s our wedding daAyiâ€""A “Hurts my eyes," he said, and he laughed frankly as he caught the sus- picious glint in Brokaw's eyes. He seated himself again, and leaned over toward the other. “I haven’t talked to a white man for three months,” he added,. a little hesitatingly. “I’ve been hidingâ€"close. I had a dog for a time, but he died, an’ I didn’t dare go hunt- ing for another. I knew you fellows were pretty close after me. But I wanted to get enough fur to take me to South America. Had it all planned an’ she was going to join me thereâ€" with the kid. Understand? If you’d kept away another monthâ€"” There 'was a husky break in his voice, and he coughed to clear it. Billy was looking at him steadily. Slowly he rose to his feet, lifted his manacled hands, and turned down the lighfitfi. “Won’t you dro that?” asked the prisoner. turning liis face a little, so that it was shaded from the light. “You’ve got me now, an’ I know what's coming as well as you do.” His voice was low and quiet, with the faintest trace of a broken note in it, deep down in his throat. “We’re alone, old man, and a long way from anyone. I ain’t’blaming you for catching me. I haven’t,got anything against you. ‘So let’s' drop this other thingâ€"what I’m going1down toâ€"and talk some- thing pleasant. I know I’m going to hang. That’s the law. It’ll be un- pleasant enough when it comes don’t ou think? Let’s talk’ aboutâ€"aboutâ€" ome. Got any kids?” Brokaw shook his head,, and took his pipe fromhis mouth. “Never married," he said shortly. “Never married,” mused Billy, re- garding him with a curious softening of his blue eyes. “You don’t know what you’ve missed, Brokaw. Of course, it’s none 9’ my business, but you’ve got a homeâ€"somewhereâ€"V Brokaw shook his head again. “Been in the service ten years,” he said. “I’ve got a mother living.with my brother somewhere down. in York State. I’ve sort of lost track of them. Haven’t seen ’em in five years." Brokaw’s’ snowâ€"r_eddened eyes gazed at the other. “There’s something in that," he said. “This storm will give you at least three days more of life.” an’ close to a stove,” replied Billy. “Makes me feel sort of-â€"-safe.” He smiled a. little grimly. Even- at that it Was not an unpleasant smile. m h and II a goc ner -kae an at c the loose apple head. I forgot e' didn’t stop until 15, aHYâ€"an’ she’s ’5 heel After VEI ssoms down hm then ad er 1n ' the baby ada, where t‘h e li ht. He leaned back and relighted hs pipe, eyeing Billy. The sudden blast, the going out of the li ht the opening of the stove door, ad all happened in a minute but the inter- val was long enough to bring. a change into Billy’s voice. It was cold and hard when he continued. He leaned over toward Brokaw, and the boyifhness had gone from his face. “flOf course, f can’t expect you to have any sympathy for this other business, Brokaw,” he went on. “Sym- pathy isn’t in our line, an’ you wouldn’t be the bl) man you are in the service if you ha it. But I’d like to know what you would have done. We were up there six months, and we’d both grown to love the big woods, and she was getting prettier and happier every dayâ€"when Thorne, the new superintendent, came up. One day she told me she didn’t like Thorne, but I didn't ay much attention to that, and laughed at her, and said he was a good fellow. After that I could see that something was worrying: her, and pretty soon I couldn't help from seeing what it was, and everything came out. It was Thorne. He was persecuting her. She hadn’t told me, because she knew it would make trouble and I’d lose my job. One afterâ€" noon I came home earlier than usual and found her crying. She put her arms round my neck, and just cried it all out, with her face snuggled in my neck, and kissin' me-â€"” “What would you have done, Broâ€" kaw?” he a'sked huskily. “What if you had a wife, an’ she told you that an- other man had insulted her, and was forcing his attentions on her, and she asked you to give up your job and take her away? Would you have done it', Brokaw? No, you wouldn’t. You’d have hunted up the man. That’s what I did. He had been drinkingâ€"«Just enough to make him devilish, and he laughed at meâ€"I didn't mean to strike so hardâ€"but it happened. I killed him. I got away. She and the baby are down in the little cottage againâ€"â€" down in York Stateâ€"â€"an’ I know :he’s awake this minuteâ€"our wedding day â€"thinking of me, an’ praying for me, an’ counting the days between now and spring. We were going to South America then.” VBroka'W could see the cords in Billy’s neck. His manacled hands were clenched. She~“They tell me la bad for. one.” Heâ€""Yes. but there are Deliaiws! Pure, Frefih and Satisfying. Sold in aluminum packets. â€" Try it. (To be cqntinued.) They tell me late'hours 3%,fifi0 l$ifi write Box 86 GEORGIAN BAY DISTRI r and Time Table is, Boating, Fishin 1 planning your TEA 1T Foolish Slaughter of Birds. 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