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After Eggâ€"Meal It’s the longest-lasting confection you can buy -and it’s a help to di- gestion and a cleanser for the mouth ; and teeth. Red, White and Blue Mourning. Black always spells mourning to us. but in other lands every conceivable color is utilized. Black signifies loss of light and joy, and resultant grief, but white, suggesting hope, is favored in China. The South Sea Islanders combine the two and mourn in black and white stripes. Sky-blue holds its own in Bokhara, and pale brown, to repre- sent Persi Persian. ‘ In Ethiopia and Abyssinia. relatives think of the earth to which their dead friends return, and accordingly adopt grey-brown for their mourning. Purple and 'violet are the colors used to mourn cardinals in France. French kings, however, have been known to wear scarlet. Yellow should stand for unfaithful- ness and jealousy, 'yet the country classes in Brittany always use it for mourning. Traitors' cells were once painted yellow in France, and the Spanish executioner’s robes used to be yellow and red. It is a shock to most parents of this generation to learn that the first six years are to count for so much in the lives of their children. By the next generation of parents this should be, through the medium of education in the schools, so well known that the problem of housing and of family life will miewed in part from the angle of ‘childhood. Here the lichens cling To the gray rocks, Like the faltering Ragged locks Of an old she-fox. Here a narrow band 0f water flows No broader man a hand; A black crow's Quill sailing goes. Here’s a wrinkled grape, Like a blue knot On a threadâ€"the shape 01 life caught In the death-rot. Hereâ€"Listen long-â€" By windy word or reed, n'or lacy song 0f wild bird Is the dumb air stirred. Here a. man may own His _-bare soul instead Of-a beauty blown Rose. ’tis Said. But his soul is dead. withered leaves, is worn by the Waste-Land. ISSU E No. 26â€"'24. . you .LLcau wvvu nuvv u..- “I guess it must be pretty hard." he' said, straightening himself. “But the, law up here doesn’t take them things‘ into accountâ€"not very much. It may let you off with manslaughter’ten or fifteen. years. I hope it does. Let's turn in.” Billy stood up beside him. He went with Brokaw to a bunk built against the wall, and the sergeant drew a fine steel chain from his pocket. Billy lay down, his hands crossed over his breast, and Brokaw deftly fastened the chain about his ankles. “Arid- I suppose you think this is hard, too,” he added. “But I guessi ’d do it if you were me. Ten years of this sort of work learns you not to; take chances. If you want anything in the night just whistle. It had been a hard day with Bro- kaw, and he slept soundly. For an hour Billy lay awake, thinking of home, and listening to the wail of the storm, Then he, too, fell into sleepâ€"â€" a restless, uneasy slumber filled with troubled visions. For a time there‘ had come a lull in the gale, but now it broke over the cabin with'increased fury. A hand seemed slapping at the window, threatening to break it. The spruce boughs moaned and twisted overhead, and a volley of ,,wind and snow shot suddenly down thechimney, forcing open the stove door so-that al shaft of ruddy light cut like a red knife through the dense gloom of the cabins In varying ways the sounds played a part in Billy’s dreams. In all‘ those dreams, and segments of dreams, the girlâ€"his wifeâ€"was present. Once they had gone for wild flowers and had been caught in a thunderstorm, and had run to an old and disused barn in the middle -of a field for shel- to Thoreaus_ There,s an I. ter. He was back in that barn again, Shack that we could make bm with herâ€"and he could feel her never find it_not unless ’ cu trembling against him, and was strokâ€" these irons and ive me thit r ing her hair, as the thunder crashed at our belt Tfién I,“ take ( over them and the lightning filled her, the); as m V' risoner Thatqu eyes with fear. After that there came' n th by p‘ f th A E to him a vision of the early autumnia (3t)? 1:.danceh or "on m nights when they had gone corn roastâ€" an e l at ome' ing with other young pcople. He had always been afflicted with a slight nasal trouble, and smoke irritated him. It set him sneezing and kept him dodgâ€"i , ing about the fire, and she had always smlle' laughed when the smoke persisted inl ,“Come on." 1-9 said- following him about, like a younnghoreau’S 01‘ die!" scamp of a boy bent on tormenting “sure,” Said Billy, Skipping him. The smoke was unusually per- ‘0 his Side- “1 suppose I m sistent to-night. ' He tossed in his down in the SHOW, an, refuse ti bunk and buried his face in the blan- I'd Win my game than, WOU‘ ket that answered for a pillow. The Bat We'll Play itâ€"On the Squa smoke reached him even there, and he Thoreau’s or die. And it’s 111 . . .. in Gull 'T‘hrn nnn’n ” from here," said bury. “1 know that,” replied Brol “And I know that Thoreau’s cabi only twenty miles from here. T must be some trapper or Indian sl nearer than that. Is there?” In the red glow of the fire l smiled. His teeth gleamed at Bro It was in a lull of the Wind, an went close to Brokaw and spoke q 1y, his eyes shining more and 1 with that strange light that had into them. “This is going to be a big easier than hangin’, or going tc for half my life, Brokawâ€"an’ don’t think I’m going to be enough to miss the chance, do It ain’t hard to die of cold. I’most been there once or twice. l you last night why I couldn’t gi' hopeâ€"that something good for 11 ways came on her birthday, or to it. An’ it’s come. It’s forty l an’ we Won’t live the day out. ain’t got a mouthful of grub. We got clothes enough to keep us freezing inside the shanty, unle had a fire. Last night I saw y your match bottle and put it in coat pocket. Why, man, we ain’ got a match!” In his voice there was a th‘ triumph. Brokaw’s hands clenched, as if some one had i 'ened to strike him. “You meanâ€"” he gasped. “Just this,” interrupted Bill voice harder than Brokaw’s now God you used to pray to whe was a kid has given me a Brokaw, an’ I’m going to take we stay by this fire, an’ keep We won’t die of cold, but of star We’ll be dead before we get ha Brokaw was buttoning the th :lar of his shirt close up ab ineck. On his face, too, ther Ifor a moment a grim and det4 “Wev' Brokaw rose to his fe fresh wood into the stove u...v..v - 7â€"7.. . ,, SLeezed chokingly. In that instant the girl’s face disappeared. He sneezed againâ€"and awoke. A startled gasp broke from his lips, and the handcuffs about his wrists clanked as he raised his hand to his face. In that moment his dazed senses adjusted themselves. The cabin was full of smoke. It partly blinded him, but through it he could see tongues of fire shooting toward the ceiling. He could hear the crackling of burning pitch, and he yelled wildly to Brokaw. 77‘ 4.. L2,. yuan, ‘Qltu n» . __v_ In an instant the sergeant was on his feet. He rushed to the table, where he had placed a pail of water the evening before, and Billy heard the hissing of the water as it struck the flaming wall. "u‘l‘lgIEQf Vmind that,” he shouted. “The shack’s built of pitch cedar. grovped his way to him through the smoke and began fumb- ling at the chain _about his ankles. We’ve got to get m één’tâ€"findâ€"theâ€"kcyâ€"â€"” he gasped chokingly. “Hereâ€"â€"grab hold of me!” ' He caught Billy under the arms and dragged him to the door. As he open- ed it the wind came in with a rush and behind them the whole cabin burst into a furnace of flame. Twenty'laSt nroxaw pauseu LU]. a women. on yards from the cabin he dropped Billy the edge of. a frozen stream Billy in the snow, and ran back. ‘ In‘thatgthrust out hls hands, and clanked the seething roon’x of smoke and fire was‘smel’rings- _ _ everything on which their lives de-" "It mUSt be gettlng COlder," he sald. pended, food, blankets, eyen their-W1400k at that” . coats and caps and snowshoes. But The COM Steel had seated hls wrists he could get no farther than the door. like hOt iron: and had Pulled 03 Dateb- He returned to Billy, found the key!‘35'°f Skin and fleSh- Bmkaw 10°ked.‘ in his pocket, and freed him from thel and hunched his shoulders. His lips chain about his ankles, Billy stood up. i were blue His cheeks, ears, and nose As he looked at, Brokaw the glass in'we’re' frostbitten. There was a curi- . l e u I n the Window broke and a sea of flame 0‘15 thldmess 1“ hls V0108 When he spurted through. It lighted up their: 5P°ke~ faces. The Sergeant's jaw 'was set' (To be concluded.) hard: His leathery face was curious- -â€"â€"â€"â€"oâ€"â€"â€" ily'Whéte- He'could “0t keep froml' Between the years.1912 and 1922 Eshlyermg- LThere was a strangeflhe national Wealth of the United smile on IBllly s faceI and a strangeISmtes increased by 72.2 per cent look in his eyes. helther of the two_ . men had undressed for sleep, but theirl â€"--'â€"-°â€"â€"'â€" ‘coats, and caps. and heavy mittensl The dome of St Paul’s Cathedral, lwere in the flames. 'iLondon, weighs 64,000 tons. r__â€"â€"A.â€"â€"-â€"aâ€" h Billy rattled his ham looked him squarely in PART II There was a strange llly’s face, and a strange eyes. Neither of the two dressed for sleep. but their caps, and heavy mittens a flames. Jed his handcuffs. Brokaw BY JAMES. OLIVER CURWOOD out!” feét, and put the eyes. “You ought to know this country," put he said. “What’ll we do?" “The nearest post is sixty miles .” he from here,” said Billy. t the “I know that,” replied Brokaw. “And I know that Thoreau’s cabin is may only twenty miles from here. There :11 or must be some trapper or Indian shack Let’s nearer than that. Is there?" In the red glow of the fire Billy smiled. His teeth gleamed at Brokaw. It was in a lull of the wind, and he i. fine went close to Brokaw and spoke quietâ€" y lay 1y, his eyes shining more and more - his with that strange light that had coine tened into them. “This is going to be a big sight easier than hangin’, or going to jail iings went ainst .‘ln 1: A n . u . u by...° easier than hanging or going'to jail for half my life, Brokawâ€"an’ you don’t think I’m going to be fool ,enough to miss the chance, do you? iIt ain’t hard to die of cold. I’ve al- most been there once or twice. I told you last night why I couldn’t give up hopeâ€"that something good for me al- ways came on her birthday, or near to it. An’ it’s come. It’s forty below, an’ we Won’t live the day out. We ' ain’t got a mouthful of grub. We ain’t got clothes enough to keep us from freezing inside the shanty, unless we had a fire. Last night I saw you fill your match bottle and put it in your coat pocket. Why, man, we ain’t even got a match!” 11...:11 Ad Evv a. ......... In his voice there was a thrill of triumph. Brokaw’s hands were clenched, as if some one had threat- ened to strike him. "You meanâ€"” he gasped. “Just this,” interrupted Billy, his voice harder than Brokaw’s now. “The God you used to pray to when you was a kid has given me a choice, Brokaw, an’ I’m going to take it. If we stay by this fire, an’ keep it up, ‘we won’t die of cold, but of starvation. We’ll be dead before we get half way to Thoreaus. There’s an Indian’s shack that we could make, but you’ll never find it~â€"not unless you unlock these irons and give me that revolver at your belt. Then I’ll take you over ethere as my prisoner. That’ll give me tanother chance for South Americaâ€" an’ the kid at home.” Brokaw was buttoning the thick col- ilar of his shirt close up about his meek. On his face, too, there came I “‘Come on," he said. “We’ll make‘ lThoreau’s or die!” I “Sure,” said Billy, stepping quickly to his side. “I suppose I might lie down in the snow, an’ refuse to budge. I'd win my game then, wouldn’t I? lBut we’ll play itâ€"on the square. It’s Thoreau’s or die. And it’s up to you to find Thmeau’s.’? He looked back over his shoulder at the burning cabin as they entered the edge of the forest, and in the gray darkness that was preceding dawn he smiled to himself. Two miles to the south, in a thick swamp, was Indian Joe’s shack. They could have made it ‘easily. On their way to Thoreau’s ,they would pass within a mile of it. iBut Brokaw would never know. And lthey would never reach.Thoreau’s.‘ Billy knew that. He looked at the man hunter as he broke trail ahead ‘of himâ€"at the pugnacious hunch of his shoulders, his long stride, the de- itermined clench of his hands, and twondered what the soul and the heart lof a man like this must be, who in xsuch an hour would not trade life for llife. For almost threeâ€"quarters of an 'hour Brokaw did not utter a word. [The storm had broke. Above the ispruce tops the sky began to clear. Day came slowly. And it was grow- ‘ing steadily colder. The swing of Bro- ‘kaw’s arms and shoulders kept the blood in them circulating, while Billy's manacled wrists held a part ‘of his body almost rigid. 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