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THE CAROLINA WATCHMAN, SALISBURY, N. C. GRAY WOLF SUFFERS PERMANENT INJURY AND BE COMES DEPENDENT ON KAZAN FOR LIFE ITSELF THE BIG WOLF-DOG LOSES HIS HU MAN FRIENDS AND IS LONESOME Kazan, a vicious Alaskan siedge dog, one-quarter wolf, saves the life of Thorpe, his master, and is taken along when the master goes to civilization to meet his bride and return with her to the frozen coun try. Isobel, Kazan's new mistress, wins his instant affection by her kindness. Back in the wilderness, McCready, a guide, beats Thorpe senseless and attacks the bride. Kazan kills tjie assailant, flees to the woods, joins a wolf pack, whips the leader, takes a young mate, Gray Wolf, and a few nights later drives off the pack which had at tacked Pierre, a sick man, his daughter, Joan, and her baby. Then, held by Joan's kindess, Kazan stays with her when Pierre dies and helps her drag the sledge to a settler's cabin, saving the lives of mother and daughter. With Gray Wolf, he establishes a lair on Sun Rockr near Joan's home. Gray Wolf has pups. She Is attacked by a lynx, which permanently injures her and kills the pups before Kazan kills the lynx. CHAPTER XI Continued. 11 Gray Wolf was no longer in the moonlight. Close to the two rocks lay the limp lifeless little bodies of the three pups. The lynx had torn them to pieces. With a whine of grief Ka zan approached the two boulders and i thrust his head between them. Gray Wolf was there, crying to herself in that , terrible sobbing way. He went in, and began to lick her bleeding shoulders and head. All the rest of that night she whimpered with pain. With dawn she dragged herself out to the lifeless little bodies on the rock. And then' Kazan saw the terrible work of the lynx. For Gray Wolf was blind not for a day or a night, but blind for all time. A gloom that no sun could break had become her shroud. And perhaps again it was that instinct of animal creation, which often is more wonderful than man's reason, that told Kazan what had hap pened. For he knew now that she was helpless more helpless than the little creatures that had gamboled in the moonlight a few hours before. He re mained close beside her all that day. Vainly that day did Joan call for Kazan. Her voice rose to the Sun Rock, and Gray Wolf's head snuggled closer to Kazan, and Kazan's -ears dropped back, and he licked her wounds. Late in the afternoon Kazan left Gray Wolf long enough to run to the bottom of the trail and bring up the snow-shoe rabbit Gray Wolf muz zled the fur and flesh, but would not eat. Still a little later Kazan urged her to follow him to the trail. He no longer wanted to stay at the top of the Sn Rock, and he no longer wanted Gray Waif to stay there. Step by step he drew her down the winding path away from her dead puppies. She would move only when he was very near her so near that she could touch his scarred flank with her nose. They came at last to the point in the trail where they had to leap down a distance of three or four feet from the edge of a rock, and here Kazan aw how utterly helpless Gray Wolf had become. She whined, and crouched twenty times before she dared make the spring, and then she jumped stiff i legged, and fell in a heap at Kazan's feet. After this Kazan did not have to urge her so hard, for the fall im pinged on her the fact that she was safe only when her muzzle touched her mate's flank. She followed him obedi ently when they reached the plain, trotting with her foreshoulder to his hip. Kazan was heading for a thicket in the creek bottom half a mile away, and a dozen times in that short dis tance Gray Wolf stumbled and fell. And each time that she fell Kazan learned a little more of the limitations of blindness. Once he sprang off in pursuit of a rabbit, but he had not taken twenty leaps when he stopped and looked back. Gray Wolf had not moved an inch. All that day they remained in the thicket. In the afternoon he visited the cabin. Joan and her husband were there, and both saw at once Kazan's torn side and his lacerated head and shoulders. ' "Pretty near a finish fight for him, said the man, after he had examined him. "It was either a lynx or a bear. Another wolf could not do that." For half an hour Joan worked over him, talking, to him all the time, and fondling him with her soft hands. She bathed his wounds in warm water, and then covered them with a healing salve, and Kazan was filled again with that old restful desire to remain with her always, and never ,to go back into the forests. - For, an hour she let him lie on the edge of her dress, with his nose touching her foot, while she worked on baby things. Then she rose to prepare supper, and Kazan got up a little wearily and went to the door. Gray Wolf and the gloom of the night were " calling him, and he answered that call with a slouch of his shoulders and a drooping head. Its old thrill was gone. He watched his chance, and went out through the door. The moon had risen jWhen he rejoined Gray Wolf. She greeted his return with a low whine of joy, and muzzled him with her blind By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Copyright BoMw-MerriH Cow face. In her helplessness she looked happier than Kazan in all his strength. From now on, during the days that followed, It was a last great fight be tween blind and faithful Gray Wolf and the woman. If Joan had known of what lay in the thicket, if she could once have seen the poor creature to whom Kazan was now all life the sun, the stars, the moon, and food she would have helped Gray Wolf. But as t was she tried to lure Kazan more and more to the cabin, and slowly she won. At last the great day came, eight days after the fight on the Sun Rock. Kazan had taken Gray Wolf to a wood ed point on the river two days before, and there he had left her the preceding night when he went to the cabin. This time a stout babiche thong was tied to the collar round his neck, and he was fastened to a staple in the log wall. Joan and her husband were up before it was light next day. The sun was just rising when they all went out, the man carrying the baby, and Joan eading him. Joan turned and locked the cabin door, and Kazan heard a sob in her throat as they followed the man down to the river. The big canoe was packed and waiting. Joan got in first, with the baby. Then, still holding the babiche thong, she drew Kazan up close to her, so that he lay with- his weight against her. The sun fell warmly on Kazan's back as they shoved off, and he closed his eyes, and rested his head on Joan's lap. Her hand feir softly on his shoul der. He heard again that sound which the man could not hear, the broken sob in her throat, as the canoe moved slow ly down to the wooded point. Joan waved her hand back at the cabin, just disappearing behind the trees. "Good-by !" she criedly sadly. "Good- by " And then she buried her face close down to Kazan and the baby, and sobbed. The man stopped paddling. "You're not sorry Joan?" he asked. They were drifting past the point now, and the scent of Gray Wolf came to Kazan's nostrils, rousing him, and bringing a low whine from his throat. "You're not sorry we're going?" Joan shook her head. "No," she replied. "Only I've al ways lived here in the forests ana they're home !" The point with its white finger of sand, was behind them now. And Ka zan was standing rigid, facing it. The man called to him, and Joan lifted her head. She, too, saw the point, and suddenly the babiche leash slipped from her fingers, and a strange light leaped into her blue eyes as she saw what stood at the end of that white tip of sand. It was Gray Wolf. Her blind eyes were turned toward Kazan. At last Gray Wolf, the faithful, under stood. Scent told her what her eyes could not see. Kazan and the man-smell were together. And they were going- going going "Look !" whispered Joan. The man turned. Gray Wolf's fore feet were in the water. And now, as the canoe drifted farther and farther away, she settled back on her haunches, raised her head to the sun which she could not see and gave ner last long wailing cry for Kazan. The canoe lurched. A tawny body shot through the air and Kazan was gone. The man reached forward for his rifle. Joan's hand stopped him. Her face was white. ' "Let him go back to her I Let him go let him go!" she cried. "It is his place with her." And Kazan reaching the shore, shook the water from his shaggy hair, and looked for the last time toward the woman. The canoe was drifting slow ly around the first bend. A moment more and it had disappeared. Gray Wolf had won. CHAPTER XII. The Days of Fire. From the night of the terrible fight with the big gray lynx on the top of the Sun Bock, Kazan remembered less and less vividly the old days when he had been a sledge-dog, and the leader The Story of a Dog That Turned Wolf of a pack. He would never quite for get them, and always there would stand out certain memories from among the rest, like fires cutting the blackness of night. But as a man dates events from his birth, his mar riage, his freedom from a bondage, or some foundation-step in his career, so all things seemed to Kazan to begin with two tragedies which had followed one fast upon the other after the birth of Gray Wolf's pups. The first was the fight on the. Sun Rock, when the big gray lynx had blinded his beautiful wolf mate for all time, and had torn her pups into pieces. He in turn had killed the lynx. But Gray Wolf was still blind. Vengeance had not been able to give her sight. She could no longer hunt with him, as they had hunted with the wild wolf packs out on the plain, and In the dark forests. So at thought of that night he always snarled, and his lips curled back to reveal his inch-long fangs. The other tragedy was the going ot Joan, her baby and her husband. Some thing more infallible than reason told Kazan that ..they would not come back. Brightest of all the pictures that re mained with him was that of the sunny morning when the woman and the baby he loved, and the man he endured be cause of them, had gone away in the canoe, and often he would go to the point, and gaze longingly down-stream, where he had leaped from the canoe to , return to his blind mate. j So Kazan's life seemed now to be made up chiefly of three things: his hatred of everything that bore the i scent or mark of the lynx, his grieving for Joan and the baby, and Gray Wolf. i It was natural that the strongest pas- i sion in him should be his hatred of the ; lynx, for not only Gray Wolfs blind ness and the death of the pups, but even the loss of the woman and the baby he laid to that fatal struggle on the Sun Rock. From that b,our he be- ; came the deadliest enemy of the lynx tribe. Wherever he struck the scent of the big gray cat he was turned Into a snarling demon, and his hatred grew , day by day, as he became more com pletely a part of the wild. j He found that Gray Wolf was more necessary to him now than she had ever been since the day she had left the wolf-pack for him. He was three- quarters dog, and the dog-part of him demanded companionship. There was only Gray Wolf to give him that now. j They were alone. Civilization was four j hundred miles south of them. The ; nearest Hudson's Bay post was sixty 1 miles to the west. Often, in the days of the woman and the baby, Gray Wolf had spent her nights alone out in the forest, waiting and calling for Kazan, i Now it was Kazan who was lonely and uneasy when he was away from her side. In her blindness Gray Wolf could no longer hunt with her mate. But gradually a new code of understanding grew up between them, and through her blindness they learned many things that they had not known be fore. By early summer Gray Wolf could travel with Kazan, if he did not move too swiftly. She ran at his flank, with her shoulder or muzzle touching him, and Kazan learned not to leap, but to trot. Very quickly he found that he must choose the easiest trails for Gray Wolfs feet. When they came to a space to be bridged by a leap, he would muzzle Gray Wolf and whine, and she would stand with ears alert listening. Then Kazan would take the leap, and she understood the distance she had to cover. She always over leaped, which was a good fault. In another way, and one that was destined to serve them many times in the future, .she became of greater help than ever to Kazan. Scent and hear ing entirely took the place of sight. Each day developed these senses more and more, and at the same time there developed between them the dumb lan guage whereby she could impress upon Kazan what she had discovered by scent or sound. It became a curious habit of Kazan's always to look -at Gray Wolf when they stopped to listen, or to scent the air. After the fight'onthe Sun Rock, Ka zan had taken his blind mate to a thick clump of spruce and balsam in the river bottom, where they remained un til early summer. Every day for weeks Kazan went to the cabin where Joan and the baby and the man had been. For a long time he went hopefully, looking each day or night to see some sign of life there. But the door was never open. The boards and saplings at the windows always remained. Never a spiral of smoke rose from the clay chimney. Grass arid vines be gan to grow in the path. And fainter and fainter grew that scent which Ka zan could still find about it the scent of man, of the woman, the baby. Going farther into the north woods, Kazan and Gray Wolf have other stirring adventures a thrilling episode is described in the next installment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) New Ideas in Graduation Frocks If it were not for net, crepe geor gette might be said to hold first place ' in the esteem of fashion for mid summer dressy frocks, and if it were not for crepe georgette, we would cer tainly concede that distinction to net. As it is they flourish with equal suc cess and appear side by side in the . most enchanting dresses. But when it comes to choosing ma terials for graduation frocks there is nothing quite so well liked -as net. It is sprightly and youthful looking and dresses made of it are planned to visu alize the young summer. Plain, firie meshed nets are exactly suited to the youth of those who are just about to bid farewell to schooldays. In spite of the lovely, interminable procession of white-clad maids that have passed along this same path, some new touches have been found to distin guish the dresses of this year's gradu ates. Little, inconspicuous accessories and novel decorations make them in teresting and the daintiness and re finement of net and organdie make them beautiful. Gifts Made of Ribbons No matter what dull or matter-of-fact business may lead unwilling feet along the ways of department stores, something interesting is going to hap pen once they are inside. For all paths lead past the ribbon counter those who know women and ribbon plan it that way. Ribbons are the one luxury that all women afford, and she is a cold-hearted creature who can pass them without lingering awhile to look at the most beautiful and the most splendid products of the looms. They refresh the soul like flowers. In June and in December ribbons are at their best, for in these months peo ple make many gifts. Just now there are displays that merit the name of gorgeous, in which the richest ribbons are shown made up into bags or used to ornament plainer ribbons in girdles. Plain satin and flowered ribbons are chosen for exquisite corset-covers to be worn under blpuses of georgette crepe or net. Breakfast and boudoir capes are made of datin ribbon with The net frock shown In the picture will set off a youthful figure. It is simple enough with a plain, moderate ly full skirt and wide hem. Fine or gandie niching is set on the skirt in medallions and about the collar and sleeves. The bodice is very simple with square neck and a collar that simulates a fichu at the front. It ends under a girdle of taffeta edged with narrow ribbon. Narrow ribbons are placed over, the shoulders and they pass under the girdle, at the front and back, and fall below the waistline to about half the length of the skirt. They are finished with little pink rose buds near the ends. Also, there are tiny pink roses at the neck. The ribbons and the girdle may be in white, but in the dress, as pictured, they are in blue. These simple net dresses are worn over slips of white or colored organdie. Lace and crochet balls, small tucks and embroidery appear in their deco ration and the fashion -of the hour favors light pink and blue combined in girdles and ribbons worn with them. hand crochet or fine machine made laces combined with them. Luxurious negligees and even petticoats are add ed to the long list of things suggesting gifts for the bride or her maids, and for girl graduates. Two girdles are shown in the pic ture. One of them is of wide black satin ribbon, with bands of brocade, in turquoise blue and silver, across the ends and a finish of little silver f balls. The other is a handsome Roman stripe in a long sash with ends finished with black silk tassels. The girdle slips through two black silk slides. The corset covers are of flowered ribbon and plain satin ribbon joined with needlework stitches and of wide moire with satin stripes combined with lace. In the latter, clusters of the tiniest roses, made of baby ribbon, are set across the front. LIFT YOUR CORNS OFF WITH FINGERS now xo loosen a tender corn f or callus so it lifts out without pain. 11 . . X t . Let folks step on your feet hereafter ; wear shoes a size smaller if you like, for corns will never again send electric sparks cf pain through you, according to this Cincinnati authority. He says that a few rops of a drug called freezone, applied directly upon a tender, aching corn, instantly re lieves soreness, and soon the entire corn, root and all, lifts right out. This drug dries at . once and simply shrivels up the corn or callus without even irritating the surrounding skin. A small bottle of freezone obtained at any drug store will cost very little but will positively remove every hard or soft corn or callus from one's feet. If your druggist hasn't stocked this new drug yet, tell him to get a small bottle of freezone for you from his wholesale drug house. adv. 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Whenever You Need a General Tonic Take Grove's The Old Standard Grove's Tasteless chill Tonic is equally valuable as a Gen eral Tonic because it contains the well known tonic properties of QUININE and IRON. Ic acts on the Liver, Drives out Malaria, Enriches the Blood and Builds up the Whole System. 50 cents. Much Too Much. We eat too much. We heat too much. We try too much to beat too much. i We growl too much. We scowl too much. We play the midnight owl too much. We ape too much. We gape teo much, and dally with red tape too much. We treat too much, and cheat too much, and fear to face defeat too much. We buy too much. We lie too much, and snivel and deny too much. We save too much, and slave too much, with one foot in the grave too much. We sit too. much. We spit too much, wear shoes too tight to fit too much. We mess too much and dress too much; in sixteen suits or less too much. We spite too much. We fight too much and seek the great white light too much. We read too much. We speed too much, hit dope and use the ! weed too much. We drink too much. We prink too much. I think we even think too much. Oscar Schleif, in Health Culture. j Certainly Not. "Gee, but she's a fine-looking wid ow !" "Of course! And if I were a widow you wouldn't see me." Feminine Candor. Husband That skirt would shock a modiste ! Wife It is a bit long. A Wise Move is to change from coffee to POSTUM before the harm is done. 'There's a Reason' i ID
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