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venturing with Count von Lurkner.*'
Will Show How Crop
Estimates Are Made
Crop Reporting Board Will
Take Listeners Behind
the Scenes.
Listeners will be taken behind the
scenes to hear an explanation of
how the government Crop Reporting
Board prepares the estimates of crop
and live stoek production which its
members announce regularly in the
National Farm and Home Hour when
W. I<\ Callander, chairman of the
board, speaks in the Department
period of the National Farm and
Home* Hour on Tuesday, January 12.
Callander will describe graphically
how the Board analyzes statistics
collected from 300,000 farmers, and
from this mass of data makes the
monthly estimates which are con
sidered the most authoritative in the
world.
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For stockmen, a group of three
economists will explain the recent
course of prices for beef cattle,
hogs, and sheep, in tlie program of
Wednesday, January 'i3.
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The Federal Farm Board will con
tinue its series of talks during "1932
setting forth the progress made in
various lines of co-operative organ
ization.
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Future Farmers will hear their
special monthly program on Mon
day, January 11, and on Saturday,
January 1G, there will be a broad
cast of tho monthly program by the
National Orange.
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Thirty-two measures of music writ
ten during the closing announce
ment of the National Farm an-i
Home' Hour, is the speed record of
Harry Kogen, director of the Home
steaders orchestra. As the announ
cer began, Kogen became aware of
the fact that two of his violinists
did not have the music for the
"Homesteaders* Waltz.** tho closing
theme number. Kogen wrote and
finished it in the nick of time.
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Aiming to stress the Importance
of forest fire prevention, the United
States Fores' service will broadcast
the second in a series of dramatic
skits on Thursday, January 14.
"With Uncle Sam*s Forest Rangers"
features episodes in the life of an
??old ranger" and Its youthful cub
ossistant.
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The Future Farmers of America
will present their regular monthly
broadcast in the National Farm and
Home Hour on Monday, January 11,
featuring news of Future Farmers
activities and talks by the'r leaders
Heart of the North
THE STORY
Six bandits hold up the steam
er. Midnight Sun. on the Mac
kenzie. kill Jimmy Montgomery,
and escape with gold dust and
furs. At the Mounted Police post
at Fort Endurance. Sergt. Alan
Baker disputes with his Incom
petent superior. Inspector Hask
ell. regarding plans for the cap
ture of the bandits. Baker starts
out In the police launch with five
men. At the MacMillan trading
post. Joyce MacMillan is thrilled
at the arrival of the police
launch. She had expected to mar
ry Baker, and hid been ntunned
at news that he was to marry
Elizabeth Spaulding. Stolen furr
are found on the MacMillan place
and evidence points to Joyce's
father. Joyce defends him. Alan
leads his expedition up the Big
Alooska and catches sight of the
bandits. Compelled by Haskell's
foolish order* -.o divide the party,
Alan is at a disadvantage.
CHAPTER IV ? Continued
They splashed out of the pond and
into the flags. In a frantic effort to
I roach the lake edge. The marsh reeds
clutched at them, tripped them,
wrapped around their legs. Savagely
they tore their way on through to
get into the clear in time to help
Larry stop those bandits.
As he swung his clubbed rifle,
smashing a pathway in front of him,
Alan heard a lone gun cr-aa-ck over
on the lake, and heard the snarl of
half a dozen repeating weapons an
swering it like an echo. They drowned,
they overwhelmed it. . . . The lone
gun did not speak again.
It seemed hours to him that he
fought and tore through the dense
flags, to reach the open and help a
comrade who was standing up against
six rifles. Before he broke through
to the clear, the uneven battle had
ended. As he burst out to the lake
edge, he had a glimpse of the police
canoe drifting helplessly out In the
middle; and across at the far side he
saw two long blurred objects just en
tering the deep-water channel.
Numbed and dazed at those six men
escaping, there was a moment when
Alan could only realize that his patrol
had failed. That those criminals had
vanished into the twilight and were
lost in this watery wilderness, with
pursuit utterly hopeless now.
In the next moment he heard a
sound, a sound like & groaning voice
calling his name. It drew his eyes
to the drifting* police craft. What
was It doing out there? Like a flash
he understood what Larry had done.
When the bandits started across the
lake to escape, Larry must have seen
he could never stop them In the semi
darkness except at point-blank range.
In the police canoe he must have come
fearlessly out at them, alone. This
first deadly volley had got him. That
groaning voice was Larry's.
Bill mme bursting through to the
clear. Alan whirled on him:
"Bill ! They got Larry. He's
wounded. Hard hit. Here . . ."
Tossing Bill his belt-gun and broken
rifle, he ran out Into breast-deep water
and struck out powerfully for the
drifting canoe.
By a provident mercy he reached It
In time. With half a dozen holes
spouting water into it, the craft was
filling, tilting, about to overturn.
Larry lay at the bottom of It, writh
ing In pain.
By heroic struggles, swimming, push
ing a dead-weight ahead of him, Alan
got the craft Into shoal water, put his
hand under its keel then, and kept It
at!dat.
lie dragged It to the bank just as
Bill came splashing around the lake
edge to join him.
"Alan! What happened? Where' d
they go?**
"They got away. They're gone ?
gone. Forget it. Ilelp me. Bill ? with
I. ry ? w
Together they bent over their bleed
ing. stricken comrade, and together
they lifted him tenderly ashore.
CHAPTER V
The Broken Sword
By the light of an electric torch
Alan cat away Larry's clothing and
examined his wounds. Larry had been
shot twice, and both wounds were fear
some. One bullet, a ricocheting slug,
had struck him squarely In the knee,
cruelly shattering the bones. The sec
ond had pierced his chest high up.
Just beneath the shoulder, and had
passed entirely through his body.
Steeling himself to the ordeal, Alan
worked desperately with tourniquet
and tiny medicine kit till he had
stanched the bleeding. Before he fin
ished, Larry was rousing faintly from
the bullet shock.
Half an hour later, when Alan had
done- all he could and BUI had man
aged to patch the canoe, they turned
their faces toward home. In defeat. In
Borrow, In an anguish over Larry.
Alan picked bin cp In his arms,
by William Byron Mowery?
(WNU Service.)
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gently and tenderly, trying to keep
that fatal bleeding from starting
afresh. With Bill following him, stag
gering under the weight of canoe,
guns and pack, he headed back toward
the Alooska branch.
For an hour they stumbled along,
plowed through bog and mire, groped
through the tall impending flags. It
was an hour of darkness, of blind
heroic struggle. But they reached the
Alooska branch at last and set the
canoe to water ; and makiug Larry a
soft bed of flags, they began their
sorrowful Journey.
With no sleep In more than flfty
hours, with all that long hard chase
behind them, they were on the verge
of exhaustion, and could make no
time. Their hands were raw with
blisters from paddle work: their faces
were bleeding from insect bites; their
whole bodies ached intolerably. They
were muddied, wet. gaunt with hunger,
heart-sick froin the disgraceful failure
of their patrol. But they refused to
stop or rest ; Larry had to he taken
home quickly; the hours were a mat
ter of life or death to him. With
dogged courage they drove them
selves on.
With his spirits at so low an ebb.
the picture of that fur park in Dave
MacMillan's shed rose before Alan's
eyes, and lie foresaw the inevitable
consequences to flow from that dis
covery. In his exhaustion, with all
the buoyancy of hope drained out of
him, he no longer could feel th.it some
how he was going to get Joyce's fa
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They Refused to Stop or Rest.
ther off lightly. He must take Dave
Into Endurance and enter charge: and
now, with these bandits escaped, Dave
would bear the whole brunt of the
law's retribution. He felt that all the
rest of his life he would be haunted
by the memory of Joyce's pale face,
frightened und. anguished. In the cold
gray dawn of yesterday.
In this whole miserable business ?
Jimmy Montgomery dead, Larry In the
shadow of death, thnt tragedy hover
ing over innocent Joyce MacMlllan,
the bandits escaped and the patrol dis
graced ? In all this evil-starred affair,
only one thought held any comfort for
Alnn. It was a vengeful thought, born
of a savage and vengeful mood. He
held a sword now over Inspector Has
kell. Haskell had ordered this patrol
to be split. Out of his Ignorance and
jealous anger, he had issued that crazy
order, and it had wrecked the patrol.
His gross incompetence, which here
tofore had been only a vague charge
hard to prove, now stood out glaringly,
in all Its inescapable guilt.
Alan swore to wield this sword In
his hand.
By mid-afternoon of that Intermin
able day they came to the Ilrst strag
gling trees at the Thal-Azzah edge.
At deep twilight they reached the
Alooska Forks and the anchored
launch.
Pedneault had just returned from
his useless trip up the south branch.
In a few words he understood all that
had happened. With one glance at his
' spent and staggering partners, he took
their heavy burden from their shoul
j ders.
Alan flung himself down besjde Bill,
driven to the limit of human endur
ance. His last waking thought was
the grim satisfaction of knowing that
he held a sword over his guilty ar
rogant officer and could bring him to
account at last.
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In his cabin Inspector Haskell sat
behind his desk, waiting for Alan
Baker to come in nnd report. He was
thinking, thinking hard; and f??r all
his self-control his nerves were i;impy.
Over In a corner Whipple sat at the
table, pretending to write but In
reality waiting there, as Haskell had
bidden him. Something cold had
gripped Haskell half an hour ago when |
he saw the patrol returning without
the six bandits and with Constable |
Younge desperately wounded. He
knew the details of that patrol al
ready: Whipple had come up and pri
vately told him. How the bandits had
headed for the Tlial-Az/.ah, as Br.ker
had warned. How Raker bad run
those six to earth and cormered them, i
How Pedneault and the other two con
stables had been r hundred ami forty !
miles away during that crucial hour. !
As he knew, this crime was the most I
spectacular in years along the Three J
Rivers. The defeat administered to
the police was the most stinging in a
decade. This incident would have re
verberations at headquarters. Suoer- i
intendent Williamson would Invrtti- j
pate. The very first question of that j
veteran old officer would be :
"Why in h ? 1 did you order Hake.- ;
to divide that patrol? Splitting up his j
detail that way ? didn't you realize I
that neither party would be able to i
handle those criminals?"
Not deluding himself. Haskell knew
he was caught. He kr?w he had j
made a capital mistake In a Force
where n man's first mistake Is usually ;
his last. In these thirty minutes all j
bis prospects of promotion In service, :
of smashing Alan Raker, of swinging
Elizabeth Spauldlng to himself, had !
come tumbling down like a house of
cards, and he was thoroughly fright
ened.
It would spell finis to his career If
the facts of the patrol became known.
The blame of this shameful defeat lay
squarely at his door. Baker surely
realized that : Raker surely was going
to use that sword against him. It
was war now, open and avowed war
between them.
Step by step, logic led hrni to the
one and only recourse he had. If Wil
liamson ever found out be had or
dered that patrol split, lie was sunk.
Therefore Williamson must not fiiiJ
out. There was a way to keep him
from knowing the facts.
Haskell tried to still his conscience
by thinking that Raker had wanted
the patrol to fall. If that was so, then
this measure was exactly what the
sergeant had coming to him. He ought
to be smashed, and smashed hard.
. . , You've got to fight fire with
fire. . . .
Stil! In his muddied and torn uni
form. Alan came down the slope
toward Haskell's cabin, intending to
bludgeon some hard and fast terms
out of the guilty inspector or shoot a
complaint over his head to Superin
tendent Williamson. If Haskell did
not give In to his demands, he meant
to send a half-breed runner to the
Royal Signal corps station at Resolu
tion and flash a message to the division
commander that would start an
avalanche.
Over at Mrs. Drummond's house
where Joyce had gone, candles were
gleaming In the windows. Across at
Father Claverly's tiny hospital, Larry
Yonnge lay fighting for his life. Up
the slope at barracks Dave MacMlllan
was locked In the police "butter-tub,**
charged with being accomplice to rob
bery and murder.
Joyce had reported secretly: "Alan,
I talked with him. He Isn't guilty!
He never had heard a whisper ahout
these bandits, till I told him. He
couldn't have deceived me!"
That same Impression had been
Alan's ? "He couldn't have deceived
me." There was something behind
thfit pack of furs which liadn*t come
to light yet and which would explain
those damning circumstances.
It was his conviction that Pave Mac
Mlllan was not guilty at all.
He meant to put up a fight for Dave.
It was easy to resolve that, but the
actual job was the hardest thing he
had attempted in his whole life. The
only way under heaven of clearing
Dave was to capture the guilty men
and either wring a confession out of
thorn or hold out king's evidence as a
lure and get them started talking
against each other.
Which way would they try to es
cape? They'd go east when they left
the Thal-Azzah. They'd go across the
Great Karren3 to Hudson's bay and
try to pick up passage on a fishing
smack, or go east and south toward
The Pas In Manitoba. There was only
one route leading east out of the Thal
Azzah, and they'd have to take it. It
was an old Tinneh trade route, the
Inconnu river.
Alan meani: to lead a patrol to the
Inconnn.
As he strode into the cabin, he saw
Haskell waiting for him, coolly smok
ing a cigarette. It seemed to Alan
that the man actually did not realize
that his Ignorant orders had wrecked
the patrol and that the whole blame
and shame of It lay at his door.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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1901 and collecting $934 that year.
KILL COLD GERMS
NAVAP
YAPOR
Clears head instantly.
Stops cold sprecding.
Sprinkle your
| hcndkerchief during the day
? your piliow at night.
Learned Men Poor Speller*
A professor who misspelled ten of
the U? words submittal won a spell -
ins bee held by Harvard faculty mem
bers. Kver.v word was misspelled at
least once by thp professors. Such
words as "all right," "desiccate" and
"niece" were among the outstanding
stickers.
A Nagging
Backache
May Warn of Kidney or
Bladder Irregularities
A persistent barkachc. with
bladder irregularities and
a tired, nervous, depressed
feeling may warn of some dis
ordered kidney or bladder con
dition. Users everywhere rely
on Doan*s Pills. Praised for
more than 50 years by grateful
users the country over. Sold by
ill druggists.
I A MIMETIC
FOR
JNEKIDNiyS
Money and Disposition
Cora ? Would you marry a man for
his money?
Dora ? Not exactly. But I'd want
my husband to have a lovely dispo
sition, and if he didn't have money
he'd very likely be worried and ill
natured. ? Kansas City Star.
Denver Mother
Tells Story
Nature controls all
the functions of our
digestive organs ex
cept one. We have
control over that,
and it's the function
that causes the most
trouble.
See that your chil
dren form regular bowel habits, and
at the first sign of bad breath, coated
tongue, biliousness or constipation,
give them a little California Fig
Syrup. It regulates the bowels and
stomach and gives these organs tone
and strength so they continue to act
as Nature intends them to. It helps
build up and strengthen pale, listless,
underweight children. Children love
its rich, fruity taste and it's purely
vegetable, so you can give it as often
as your child's appetite lags or he
seems feverish, cross or fretful.
Leading physicians have endorsed
it for C>0 years, and its overwhelming
sales record of over four million bot
tles a year shows how mothers de
pend on It. A "Western mother, Mrs.
R. W. Stewart, 4112 Raritan St.,
Denver, Colorado, says: "Raymond
was terribly pulled down by consti
pation. He got weak, fretful and
cross, had no appetite or energy and
food seemed to sour in his stomach.
California Fig Syrup had him romp
ing and playing again In Just a few
days, and soon he was back to nor
mal weight, looking better than he
had looked In months.'*
Protect your child from imitations
of California Fig Syrup. The mark
of the genuine is the word "Cali
fornia" on the carton.
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