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iy SE BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD. PART IIL "Thoreau lives on this creek," Bro- kaw said. "How much farther is it?" "Fiftden or sixteen miles," replied Billy. "Youll last just about five, Brokaw. I won't last that long unless you take these things off and give me the use of my arms." "To knock out my brains when I ain't looking," growled Brokaw. "I guess--before long--yow'll be willing to tell where the Indian's shack is," He kicked his way through a drift of snow to the smoother surface of the stream. There was a breath of wind « in their faces, and Billy bowed his head to it. In the hours of his great- est loneliness and despair Billy had kept up his fighting spirit by thinking of pleasant things, and now, as he followed in Brokaw's trail, he began te think of home. It was not hard for him to bring up visions of the girl wife who would probably never know how he had died. He forgot Brokaw. He followed in the train mechanically, failing to notice that his captor's pace was growing steadily slower, and that his own feet were dragging more and more like leaden weights. He was back among the old hills again, and the sun was shining, and he heard laughter and song. He saw Jéanne standing at thé gate in front of the little white cottage, smiling at him, and waving Baby Jeanne's tiny hand at him as he looked back over fis shoulder from the dusty road. is mind did not often travel as far as the mining camp, and he had com- pletely forgotten it now. He no longer felt the sting and pain of the intense cold. It was Brokaw who brought him back into the reality of things. The sergeant stumbled and fell in a drift and Billy fell over him. For a moment the two men sat half buried in the snow looking at each other without speaking. Brokaw mov- ed first. He rose to his feet with an effort. Billy made an effort to follow him. After three efforts he gave it up, and blinked up into Brokaw's face with a queer laugh. The laugh was almost soundless. There had come a change in Brokaw's face, Its deter- mination and confidence were gone. At last the iron mask of the law was broken, and there shone through it, something of the emotions and the brotherhood of man. He was fumbling in one of his pockets, and drew out the key to the handcuffs. It was a small key, and he held it between stiffened fingers with difficulty. He knelt down beside Billy. The key- hole was filled with snow. It took a long time--ten minutes--before the key fitted in and the lock clicked. He helped to tear off the cuffs. Billy felt no sensation as the bits of skin and flesh came with them. Brokaw gave him a hand, and assisted him to rise. For the first time he spoke, "Guess you've got me beat, Billy," 'he sald. "Where's the Indian' 3" He drew his automatic Savage from its holster and tossed it in the snow- drift. The shadow of a smile passed grimly over his face. Billy looked about 'him. They had stopped where the frozen path of a smaller stream Joined the creek. He raised one of his stiffening arms and pointed to it. © "Follow the creek---four miles--and you'll come to Indian Joe's shack," he! "And a mile is just about our limit." ~"Just about--jyours," replied Billy. can't ake another half. If we had not answer. He had the creek when one of less hands Tell heavily on Brokaw." If I sey the word that'll save us Dow will you go back to headquarters an" report me dead?" For a full half minute their eyes did not waver. Then Brokaw said: "No" Billy dropped his hand. It was Brokaw's hand that fell on his arm now. "I can't do that," he said. "In ten years I ain't run out the white flag once, It's something that ain't known in the service. There ain't a coward in it, or a man who's afraid to die. But I'll play you square. Ill wait until we're both on our feet again and then I'll give you twenty-four hours the start of me." Billy was smiling npw. His hand reached out. Brokaw's met it, and the two joined in a grip that their numb fingers scarcely felt. "Do you know," said Billy softly, "there's been somethin' runnin' in my head ever since we left the burning cabin. It's something my mother taught me: 'Do unto others as you'd have others do unto you.' I'ma d fool, ain't I? But I'm goin' to try the experiment, Brokaw, an' see what comes of it. I could drop in a snow- drift an' let you go on--to die. Then I could save myself. But I'm going to take your word--an' do the "other thing. I've got a match." "A match!" "Just one. I remember dropping it in. my pants pocket yesterday when I was out on the trail. It's in this pock- et. Your hand is in better shape than mine. Get it." Life had leaped into Brokaw's face. He thust his hand into Billy's pocket, staring at him as he fumbled, as if fearing that he had lied. When he drew his hand out' the match was be- tween his fingers. "Ah!" he whispered excitedly. "Don't get nervous," warned Billy. "It's the only one." Brokaw's eyes were searching the low timber along the shore. "Theré's a birch tree," he cried. "Hold it--while I gather a pile of bark!" He gave the match to Billy, and staggered through the snow to the bank. Strip after strip of the loose bark he tore from the tree. Then he gathered it in a heap in the shelter dry. sticks, and still more bark, to it. When it was ready he stood with his hands in his pockets, and looked at Billy. "If we had a stone, an' a piece of paper--" he Billy thrust a hand that felt like lifeless lead inside his shirt and fumb- led in a pocket he had made there. Brokaw watched him with red, eager eyes. The hand reappeared and in it was the buckskin wrapped photograph he had seen the night before. Billy took off the buckskin. About. the pie- ture there was a bib of tissue paper. He gave this and the match to Bro- kaw. "There's a little gun-file in the et the match came from," he sal " had it mending a trap-chain. You can scratch the match on that" He turned so that Brokaw could reach into the pocket, and the a hunter thrust in his hand. When he brought it forth he held the file. There of a long-hanging spruce, and added| bands or. singly they are a 3g especially repulsiva." probably the most an- ot of Te tn according . Webster; and some time in the a half inch or more in length. Their away in cracks under baseboards. Roaches reproduce by means of eggs and the young roach is' similar in ap- pearance to the mature forms, except- ing in size and in the absence of wings that indicate the full grown insect. " "Probably the most effective method of controlling roaches is by the use of sodium fluoride," Mr. Webster ex- plained. "This is a white powder that may, be urchased at almost any drug store, e powder should be dusted in Hikeral quantities into all locations in the house frequented by the i ts especially in pantries and under sinks. Sodium fluoride should never come in contact with any foodstuffs, however, since it is poisonous." 'On the market there are a number of preparations for the control of cockroaches. Many of these contain borax or boric acid, which may be purchased as such from the druggist and applied in the same manner as the sodium fluoride previously men- tioned." Any treatment for cockroaches must be continued for several weeks, if suc- cess is to be attained. Persistence is necessary, regardless of whatever measure is used against these trouble- some insects. Special care should be taken never to allow bread crumbs or other food of any description to re- main exposed about the house, since this encourages the insect. PIGEONS FOR THE BOYS. About two years ago 1 was sur- prised to overhear my oldest son, aged twelve, tell his younger brother that as soon as he was old enough he wae going to "the city. This set me thinking, I talked to him and tried to get his view on farm life. He scon made me realize that he was a very ambitious child and that he did not consider the farm a good place .to make money. I do not wonder at his attitude for no pains had been taken to encourage him in individual effort. We are the owners of a hundred-acre' farm; yet neither of the children own- ed a plot of land or an animal. They had their regular work, allowance and hours for recreation but they had no hope of profit from any enterprise, ex- clusively their own, "Why," I said to myself, "should our boys be exclud- ed from share in enterprises which, when they are grown, will probably be their greatest impulse to suecess?" I therefore made up my mind that we well could afford our sons some constructive opportunity that would soon convince them that they could 'make money at home. I talked the subject over with my husband and we decided on pigeons. We had Hong on the farm and we reasoned {| thing new would be more to the boys and we were right. we presented them with six pairs of pigeons and an acre of land as their very own, their joy was too great for -| words, They went to work the next morn- ing making a pigeon house in an un- used shed and we were surprised to toate 'When behold. He rose to his feet, swaying mh 'hands clutched at. his breast. him when the camera haa "It's all up to her, Brokaw," Billy said gently. "I told you night. It was she who 'woke meg upf before the fire got us. If* you prayed--pray o little now. For she's going to strike that match hI" was a smile on Billy's frostbitten face flat. bodies are well fitted for hiding| se¢ how heartily they carried tho themselves. . i was not meney were cravi ute mental in jim 1.5.8 3; SELLA peg £ 8 i= TF ned in place' with pins. pins were black to be as unobtrusive as le; With his dark sling partly conceal- ed by his coat, Jack went forth into the world again without fear of being otivelle an and sifaige, a thing a boy * | never wishes es. to be 4746. wear this model is delightful, It is pretty in changeable taffeta, ctepe de chine, chiffon or in the new painted voilles or figured. silks. The puff sleeves may be omitted. The Pattern is cut in 3. sizes, 16, 18 and 20 years. An 18-year sige re- quires 5% yards of material 82 inches wide. The width at the foot of the dress is 2% yards. Pattern 'mailed to any address on receipt of 15c in silver, hy the Wilsen Publishing Co., 78 West. Adelaide St., Toronto. 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