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Pay checks are being delivered this week to members at Spencer of the four brotherhoods—Engineers, Conductors, Firemen and Brakemen —for back time during the month of January, in the face of the checks It Is stated that this Is for time made under the ▲damson eight-hour law. Itch relieved In 20 minutes by Woodford's Sanitary Lotion. Neve; fails. Sold by Graham Draff Co, THE ALAMANCE KAZ^\ cukwodd^JSM " SYNOPSIS. e I AnJon fKe-fflfFlßlgFt K«7.nn a I trnil. It wag fresh— bo fresh thiit he CHAPTER I-Kaian, the wild |M|( dog, one-quarter wolf and three-quarter "husky," distrustful of all men because of their brutal treatment of him, learns to love hie master's wife when she Is kind >o him In new and strange surroundings. CHAPTER ll—He shows snarling enmi ty to McCready, who Is to accompany Thorpe and his wile to tha Red River camp. CHAPTER in—Kazan knows that Mo- Cready is a murderer. McCready stealth ily caresses luobel's hair and Kazan at tacks him. Thorpe whips Kazan. Mc- Cready tries to murder Thorpe and at tacks Isobel. Kazan kills him and then, fearing the club In punishment, runs away Into the forest «y CHAPTER IV—Torn between love of hts mistress, the fear of his master's club and the desires of the wolf nature In him, be at length sends forth the wolf cry. CHAPTER V—Kaxan runs with the wolves, fights their leader, becomes mas ter of the pack, and mates with Qrar Wolf. CHAPTER VI. The Fight In the Bnow. They found shelter that night under thick balsam, and when they lay down on the soft carpet of needles which the snow hud not covered, Gray Wolf snuggled her warm body close to Ka zan and licked his wounds. The day broke with a velvety fall of snow, so white and thick that they could not sec a dozen leaps ahead of them In the open. It was quite warm, and so still that the whole world seemed filled with only the flutter and whisper of the Snowflakes. Through this day Kazan and Gray Wolf traveled side by side. Time and again he turned his head back to the ridge over which he had come, and Gray Wolf could not under stand the strange note that trembled In his throat. In the afternoon they returned to what was left of the caribou doe on the lake.' In the edge of the forest Gray Wolf hung back. She did not yet know the meaning of poison-baits, deadfalls and traps, but the Instinct of number less generations was l£iKer veins, and it told her there wfis danger in visiting a second time a thing that had grown cold in death. Kazan had seen masters work about carcasses that the wolves had left He had seen them conceal traps cleverly, and roll little capsules of strychnine In the fat of the entrails, and once he had put a foreleg in a trap, and had experienced its sting and pain and deadly grip. But he did not have Gray Wolf's fear. He urged her to accom pany him to the white hummocks on the ice, and at last she went with him and sank back restlessly on her haunches, while he dug out the bones and pieces of flesh that the snow had kept from freezing. But she would not eat, and at last Kazan went and sat on his haunches at her side, and with her looked at what he had dug out from under the snow. He sniffed the air. He could not smell danger, but Gray Wolf told him that it might be there. She told him many other things in the days and nights that followed. The third night Kazan himself gathered the hunt-pack and led In the chase. Three times that month, before the moon left the skies, he led the chase, and each time.there was a kill. But as the snows began to grow softer under hla feet he found a greater and greater compan ionship in Gray Wolf, and they hunted alone, living on th# big white rabbits. In all the world he had loved but two things, the girl with the shining hair and the hands that had caressed him — and Gray Wolf. He did not leave the big plain, and often he took his mate to the top of the ridge and he would try to tell her what he had left back there. With the dark nights the call of the woman became so strong upon him that he was filled with a longing to go back, and take Gray Wolf with him. Something happened very soon after that. They were crossing the open plain one day when up on the face of the ridge Kazan saw something that made his heart stand still. A man, with a dog-sledge and team, was com ing down into their world. The wind had not warned them, and suddenly Kazan saw something glisten in the man's hand. He knew what it was. It was the thing that spat fire and thun der, and killed. He gave his warning to Gray Wolf, and they were off like the wind, side by side. And then came the sound — and Kazan's hatred of men burst forth In a snarl as he leaped. There was a queer humming over their heads. The sound from behind came again, and this tim»-Onty Wolf gave a yelp of pain, and rolled over In the snow. She was on her feet again In an Instant and Kazan dropped behind her, and ran there until they reached the shel ter of the timber. Gray Wolf lay down, and began licking the wound In her shoulder. Kazan faced the ridge. The man was taking up their traiL He stopped where Gray Wolf had fallen, and examined the snow. Then be came on. Kazan urged Gray Wolf to ber feet, and they made for the thick swamp close to the lake. All that day they kept in the face of the wind, and when Gray Wolf lay down Kazan stole back over their trail, watching and sniffing the air. For days after that Gray Wolf ran lame, and when once they came upon the remains of an old camp, Kazan's teeth were bared In snarling hatred of the man-scent that bad been left be hind. Growing in him there was a de sire for vengeance—vengeance for his own hurts, and for Gray Wolfs. He tried to nose out the man-trail under the cover of fresh snow, and Gray Wolf circled around him anxiously. At last he followed ber sullenly. There was a savage redness In bis eyes. Jhree days Jtter the new moon came. And on tEe fifth night Knznn struck a trail. It was fresh —so fresh thiit he stopped as suddenly as thuutrlt struck by a ballet when he ran upon It. and stood wtib every muscle In lii.s hody quivering, and his lialr on end. I; was a man-trail. Ther* were Hi f ■ the sledge, the dog's feet, ard the snow- shoe prints of his enemy. Then he threw up his heud to the •tars, and from his throat there rolled out over the wide plains the hqnt-cry —the wild and savage call for the pack. Never had he put the savagery In It that was there tonight. Again and again he sent forth that call, mid then there came an answer and an other and still another, until Gray Wolf herself sat back on her haunches and added her voice to Kazan's, and far out on the plain a white and haggard-faced man halted his exhausted dogs to lis ten, while a voice aald faintly from the sledge: "The wolves, father. Are they com ing—after us?" The man was silent. He was not young. The moon shone in his long white beard, and added grotesquely to the height of his tall gaunt figure. A girl had raised her head from a bear skin pillow on the sleigh. Her dark eyes were filled beautifully with the starlight She was pale. Her hair fell In a thick shining braid over her shoul der, and she was hugging something tightly to her breast "They're on the trail of something— probably a deer," aald the man, looking at the breech of his rifle. "Don't worry, Jo. We'll stfcp at the next bit of scrub and see 11 we can't find enough dry stuff for a fire. Wee-ah-h-h-h, boys I Koosh—koosh—" and he snapped his whip over the backs of his team. From the bundle at the girl's breast there came a small walling cry. And far back In the plain there answered it the scattered voice of the pack. At last Kazan was on the trail of vengeance. He ran slowly at first, with Gray Wolf close beside him, pausing every three or lour hundred yards to send forth the cry. A gray leaping form Joined them from behind. Another followed. Two came in from the side, and Kazan's solitary howl gave place to the wild tongue of the pack. Num bers grew, and with increasing number the pace became swifter. Four—six— seven—ten—fourteen, by the time the more open and wind-swept part of the plain was reached. It was a strong pack, filled with old and fearless hunters. Gray Wolf was the youngest, and she kept close to Ka zan's shoulders. She could see nothing of his red-shot eyes and dripping Jaws, and would not have understood If she had seen. But she could feel and she was thrilled by the spirit of that strange and mysterious savagery that had made Kazan forget all things but hurt and death. The pack made no sound. There was only the panting of breath and the soft fall of many feet. They ran swift ly and close. And always Kazan was a leap ahead, with Gray Wolf nosing his shoulder. When at lußt he saw a mov ing blotch far out on the plain ahead of him, the cry that came out of his throat was one that Gray Wolf did not understand. Three hundred yards beyond that moving blotch was the thin line of tim ber, and Kazan and his followers bore down swiftly. Halfway to the timber they were almost upon It, and suddenly It stopped and became a black and mo tionless shadow on the snow. From out of It there leaped that lightning tongue of Same that Kazan had always dread ed, and he heard the hissing song of the death-bee over his head. He did not mind It now. He yelped sharply, and the wolves raced in until four of them were neck-and-neck with him. A second flash —and the death-bee drove from breast to tall of a huge gray fighter close to Gray Wolf. A third—a fourth—a fifth spurt of that fire from the black shadow, and Kazan himself felt a sudden swift passing of a red-hot thing along bis shoulder, where the man's last bullet shaved off the hair and stung his flesh. Three of the pack had gone down un der the fire of the rifle, and half of the others were swinging to the right and the left But Kazan drove straight ahead. Faithfully Gray Wolf followed him. The sledge-dogs bad been freed from their traces, and before he could reach the man, whom he saw with bis rifle held like a club In his hands, Kazan was met by the fighting mass of them. He fought like a fiend, and there was the strength and the fierceness of two mates In the mad gnashing of Gray Wolfs fangs. Kazan wanted to reach the man who held the rifle, and he freed himself from the fighting mass of the dogs and sprang to the sledge. For the first time he saw that there was something human on the sledge, and in an Instant be was upon it. He burled his Jaws deep. They sank In something soft and hairy, and be opened them for another lunge. And then he heard the voice! It was her voice I Every muscle in his body stood still. He became sud denly like flesh turned to lifeless stone. Her voice; the bear rug was thrown back and what had been bidden under It be saw clearly now in the light of the moon and the stars. In him instinct worked more swiftly than human brain could have given birth to reason. It was not she. But the voire was the same, and the white girlish face so close to his own blood-reddened eyes held in it that same mystery that he had learned to love. And he saw now that which she was clutching to her breast, and there came from it • atrange thrilling cry. In a flash, he turned. He snapped at Gray Wolfs flank, and she dropped GRAHAM, N. C., THURSDAY, MAY 17, 1917 I away wltE a startled yelp. It Raff" all happened In a moment, but the man was almost down. Kazan leaped under . his clubbed rifle and drove Into the face of what was left of the pack. His fangs cut like knives. If he had fought like a demon against the dogs, he fought like ten demons now, and the man—bleeding and ready to fall—stag gered back to the sledge, marveling at what was happening. For In Gray Wolf there was now the Instinct of matehood, and seeing Kazan tearing and fighting the pack she Joined him In the straggle which she could not un derstand. When It was over, Kazan ond Gray Wolf were alone out on the plain. The pack had slunk away Into the night, and the same moon and stars that had given to Kazan the first knowledge of his birthright told blm now that no | longer would those wild brothers of j the plains respond to his call when he ! howled Into the sky. ! He was hurt And Gray Wolf was hurt, but not so budly as Kazan. He was torn and bleeding. One of his legs was terribly bitten. After a time he saw a fire It) the edge of the forest. The old' call was strong upon him. He wanted to crawl In to It, and feel the girl's hand on his head, as he had felt that other hand In the world beyond the ridge. He would have gone—and would have urged Gruy Wolf to go with him—but the man was there. lie whined, and Gray Wolf thrust her warm muzzle against his neck. Some thing told them both that they were outcasts, that the plains, and the moon, j and the stars were against them now, and they slunk into the shelter and the gloom of the forest. Kazan could not go far. He could still smell the camp when he luy down. Gray Wolf snuggled close to him. Gently she soothed with her soft tongue Kazan's bleeding wounds. And Kazun, lifting his head, whined softly to the stars. CHAPTER VII. Joan. On the edge of the cedar and spruce forest old Pierre Radlsson built the fire. He was bleeding from a dozen wounds, where the fangs of the wolves bad reached to his flesh, and he felt In his breast that old and terrible pain, of which no one knew the meaning but himself. He dragged in log after log, piled them on the fire until the flames leaped up to the crisping needles of the limbs above, and heaped a supply close at hand for use later In the night. From the sledge Joan wutched him, still wild-eyed and fearful, still trem bling. She was holding her baby close to her breast. Her long heuvy hair smothered her shoulders and arms In ' a dark lustrous veil that glistened and rippled In the firelight when sl)e 1 moved. Her young face was scarcely a woman's tonight, though she was a 1 mother. She looked like a child. Old Pierre laughed as he threw down the last armful of fuel, and stood breathing hard. "It was close, ma cherle," he panted through his white beard. "We were nearer to death out there on the pluln than we will ever be aguln, I hope. But we are comfortable now, and warm. Eh? You are no longer afraid?" He aut down bealde his duughter, and gently pulled back the aoft fur that enveloped the bundle she held In her arms. He could see one pink cheek of baby Joan. The eyes of Joan, the mother, were like Mtars. "It was the baby who saved us," she whispered. "The dogs were being torn to pieces by the wolves, and I saw them leaping upon you, when one of them sprang to the sledge. At first I thought It was one of the dogs. But It wna a wolf. He tore once at us, and the bear skin saved us. He wus almost at my throat when baby cried, and then ho stood there, his red eyes a foot from us, and I could have sworn that he was a dog. In an Instant he turned, and was fighting tho wolves. I saw him leap upon one that wns almost at your throat." "He was a dog," said old I'lerre, holding out his bands to the warmth. "They often wander away from the posts, and join the wolves. I have hud dogs do that Ma cherle, a dog Is a dog all his life. Kicks, abuse, even the wolves cannot change blm —for long. He was one of the pack. He came with them—to kill. ' But when he found us—" "He fought for us," breathed the girl. She guve him the bundle, and stood up, strulght and tall und slim In tho firelight. "He fought for us—and he was terribly hurt," she said. "I saw him drag himself away. Father, If ho Is out there—dying—" | Pierre Iladlsson stood up. He coughed In a shuddering way, trying to stifle the sound under his beard. The fleck of crimson that came to his lips with tha cough Joan did not see. She had seen nothing of It during tho •ix days they had been traveling up from the edge of civilization. Because Of that cough, and the strain that came with It, Pierre had made more than or dinary haste. "I have been thinking of that," he , said. "He was badly hurt, and Ido not think he went far. Here—take llt tla Joan and sit close to the Are until 1 i come back." The moon and the stars were brll • limit In the sky when he went out In I the plain. A short distance from the i edge of the timber line he stood for a 1 moment upon the spot where the . wolves had overtaken them an hour • before. Not one of his four dogs had i lived. The snow was red wllh their i blood, and their bodies l*y stiff where . they had fallen under the pack. Pierre Shuddered as he looked at tliem. If i the Solves had not turned their first ■ mad attack upon the dogs, what would ; have become of himself, Joan and the > baby? He turned away, with another i of those hollow coughs that brought : the blood to his lips. i A few yards to one side he found In i the snow the trail of the strange dog I that had come with the Wolves I i had turned against them In th; » r ment when all seemed lost. It wi. t ■ • clean running trail. It was rom ! a furrow in the snow, and Pierre I Issoo followed it, expecting to fin-i : dog dead at the end of It. 1 _ln the sheltered sj>ot to whichJie li..j ()ragged himself fn Ihe edge of the for est Kazan lay for a long time after the fight, alert and watchful. He felt no vei'y great pain. But he had lost the power to stand upon his legs. His flanks seemed paralyzed. Gray Wolf crouched close at bis side, Bnlfflng the air. They could smell the camp, and Kazan could detect the two things that were there—man and woman. He knew that the girl was there, where he could see the glow of the firelight through the spruce and the cedars. He wanted to go to her. He wanted to drag him self close in to the fire, and take dray Wolf with him, and listen to her voice, and feel the touch of her hand. But the man was there, and to him man had always meant the club, the whip, pain, death. Gray Wolf crouched close to his side, and whined softly as she urged Kazan to flee deeper with her Into the forest. At last she understood that ha could not move, and she ran nervously out Into the plain, and back again, un til her footprints were thick In the trail she made. The Instincts of mate hood were strong In her. It was she who first saw Pierre lUdlsson com ing over their trail, and she ran swift ly back to Kazan and gave the warn ing. i ■ Then Kazan caught the scent, and he suw the shadowy figure coming through the starlight. He tried to drag himself back, but he could move only by Inches. The man came rapidly nearer. Kazan caught the glisten of ! the rifle In his band. He heard his I hollow cough, and the tread of bis feet In the snow. Gray Wolf crouched I shoulder to shoulder with him, trem bling and showing her teeth. When Pierre had approached within fifty feet of them she slunk back Into the deeper shadows of the spruce. | Kazan's fangs were bared menacing ly when Pierre stopped and looked down at him. With an effort he drugged himself to his feet, but fell back into, the snow again. The man leaned his rifle against a sapling and bent over him fearlessly. With a fierce growl Kazan snapped at his extended hunds. To his surprise the man did not pick up a stick or a club. He held out his hnnd aguln—cautiously—and spoke In a voice new to Kazan. The dog snapped again, and growled. The man persisted, talking to him all the time, and once his mlttened hand touched Kazan's head, anil ex caped before the Jaws could reach It. Again and aguln the man reached out his bund, and three times Kuzan felt the touch of It, and there was neither threat nor hurt In It. At last Pierre turned away and went back over the trail. When ho was out of Bight and heap ing, Kazan whined, and the crest along Ills spine flattened. He looked wist fully toward the glow of the Are. The man had not hurt him,, and the three quarters of hlin that was dog wanted to follow. Gray Wolf came back, and stood with stlflly planted forefeet at his side. Hllg bad never been this near to man before, except when the pack had over taken the sledge out on the plain. She could not understand. Every Instinct that was In her warned her that he was the most dangerous of all things, more to be feared than the strongest beasts, the storms, tho floods, cold and starvation. And yet this man had not harmed her mate. She sniffed at Ka zan's back and head, where the mlt tened hand had touched. Then she trotted back Into the darkness again, for beyond the edge of the forest she once more saw moving life. The man was returning, and with hlin was the girl. Her voice was soft and sweet, and there was about her the breath and sweetness of woman. The tnnn stood prepared, but not threaten ing. "lie careful, Joan," he warned. She dropped on her knees In the snow, Just out of reach. "Come, boy—conic I" she said gently. Bhu held out her band. Kazan's mus cles twitched. He moved an Inch.— two Inches toward her. There was the old light In her eyes and face now, the love and gentleness be bad known once before, when another woman With shin ing hair and eyes bad come Into his life. "Come!" she whispered as she saw htm move, and she bent a little, reached a little farther with her hand, and at last touched his head. Ptenw knelt beside her. He was proffering something, and Kazan smelled meat, llut It was tb« girl's v ' Fought Llka Tan Damona Now. hand that made blm tremble and shiver, and when she drew hack, urging him to follow her, ho dragged himself painfully a foot or two through the snow. Not until then did the girl see his mangled leg. In an Instant she had forgotten all caution, and waa down close at his side. "He can't walk," she cried, a sudden tremble In her voice. "Look, mon pere! I fere Is a terrible cut. We must carry blm." "I guessed that much," replied Rad- Isson. "For that reason I brought tho blanket. Mon Dleu, llaten to that!" From the darkness of the foreat there came a low walllnjf crjr. i GLEANER. ' Kazan lifted - Bis Head" anil a trem bling whine answesed in his throat. It was Gray Wolf calling to him. It wns a miracle that Pierre Radls son should put the blanket about Ka zan. and carry him In to the camp, without scratch os bite. It was this miracle tliut he achieved, with Joan's arm resting on Kuzan's shaggy neck as she held one end of the blanket. They laid him down close to the fire, and aft er a little It was the man again who brought warm water and washed away the blood from the torn leg, a,nd then put something on It that was soft and warm and soothing, and finally bound a cloth about It All this was strange and new to Ka zan. Pierre's hand, as well as the girl's, stroked his head. It was the man who brought him a gruel of meal and tallow, and urged him to eut, while Joan sut with her chin In her two bands, looking at the dog, and talking to him. After this, when he was quite comfortuble, and no longer afraid, he "I Guessed That Much." heard a strange small cry from the furry bundle on the sledge that brought his head up with a Jerk. Joan saw the movement, and heard the low answering whimper In his throat. She turned quickly to the bundle, talking and cooing to It as she took It In her arms, and then she pulled hack the bearskin so that Kazan could see. He had never seen a baby before, and Joan held It out before him, so that he could look straight ut It and see what a wonderful creature It was. Its little pink fare stnred stead ily at Kazan. Its tiny flsts reached out, and It made queer little sounds at him, and then suddenly It kicked and screamed with delight and laughed. At those sounds Knzan's whole body re laxed, and he dragged himself to the girl's feet. "See, he likes the baby I" she cried. "Mon pore, we must give him u name. What shall It be?" "Walt till morning for thut," replied the father. "It la late, Joan. Go Into the tent, and sleep. We have no (log* now, and will travel slowly. So we must atart early." With her hand on the tent-flap, Joan turned. "He came with the wolves," she mild. "Let ua call him Wolf." With one arm ahe wan holding the little Joan. Tho other ahe stretched out to Kazun. "Wolf 1 ahe called aoftly. Kazan's eyea were on her. He knew that ahe was speuklng to him, and he drew himself a foot toward her. "He knows It already I" ahe cried. "Good night, mon pere." For a long time after she linil gone Into the tent, old Pierre Hadlsson ant on the edge of the sledge, facing the Are, with Kazan at his feet. Suddenly the silence WIIS broken again by Gray Wolf's lonely howl deep In the forest. Kazan lifted his head and whined. "She's calling for you, boy," Hold I'lerre understanding^. He coughed, and clutched a hand to his breast, where the pain seemed rend ing him. "Frost bitten lung," he said, speak ing straight at Kazan. "Got It early In the winter, up at Fond du l.ac. Iloiie we'll get home —In time —with the kids." In the loneliness and emptiness of the big norther* wilderness one falls Into the habit of tulklng to one's self. But Kazan's head WHS alert, and his eyes watchful, so Pierre spoke to hlro. "We've got to get them home, and there's only you and me to do It," he ■■aid, twisting bis beard. Suddenly he clenilied hi* fists. ills hollow nu king cough convulsed li lin ngnln. "Home!" he panted, clutching his (nest. "It's eighty miles straight north --to the Churchill —and I pray to God we'll get there—with the kids—before my lungs give out." lie rose to his feet, and staggered a little as he walked. There was it collar about Kazan's neck, and lie chained him to the sledge. After that he dragged '.nree or four small logs ii|>on the fire, and went quietly Into the tent where Joan and the baby were already asleep. Several times that night Kazan heard the distant voice of Gray Wolf calling for him, but something told him that lilt must not answer It now. To ward dawn Gray Wolf came close In to the camp, anil for the first time Kazan replied to her. CHAPTER VIII. Tha Message. Kazan's howl awakened the man. He came out of the tent, peered for a few moments up at the aky, built up the Ore, and began to prepare breakfast. He patted Kazan on the head, and gave him a chunk of meat. Joan came out a few momenta later, leaving the baby asleep In the tent. She ran up and kissed Pierre, and then dropped down on her kneea beside Kazan, and talked to him almost as he had beard her talk to the baby. When she jumped up to help her father, Kazan followed her, and when Joan saw blm standing firm ly upon his legs *he gave a cry of pleasure. It waa a strange journey that began Into the north that day. Pierre Iladla aon emptied the aledge of everything but the tent, blank «t«. find and tha furry nest for baßy Joan. Then lie har nessed himself in the traces and dragged the sledge over the snow. He coughed Incessantly. "It's a cough I've had half the win ter," lied Pierre, careful that Joan saw no sign of blood en his lips oj beard. •Til keep In the cabin for a week when i we get home." Even Kasan, with that strange beast] knowledge which man, unable to ex plain, calls instinct, knew that what he said was not the truth. Perhaps it was largely because he had heard other men cough like this, and that for gen erations his sielge-dog ancestors had lieurd men cough as Radlsson coughed —and had learned what followed It. | More than once he had scented death In tepees and cabins, which be had not entered, and more than once he had sniffed at the mystery of death that was not quite present, but near—Just BH he bad caught at a distance the subtle warning of storm and of fire. And that strange thing seemed to be very near to him now, as he followed at the end of his chain behind the sledge. It innde him restless, and half a dozen times. Then the sledge stopped, he sniffed at the bit of hu manity buried In the bearskin. Bach time that he did this Joan was quick ly at his side, and twice she patted his scarred and grizzled head until every drop of blood in his body leaped riotously with a Joy which hi* body did not reveal. This day the chief thing that he came to understand was that the little creature on the sledge was very pre cious to the girl why stroked his head and talked to him, and that It was very helpless. He learned, too, that Joan was most delighted, and that her voice WHS softer and thrilled him more deeply, when he paid attention to that little, warm, living thing in the bear akin. For a long time after they made camp Pierre Radlsson sat beside the fire. Tonight he did not smoke. He stared straight Into the flames. When at last he rose to go Into the tent with the girl and the baby, he bent over Kazan and examined his hurt. "You've got to work in tho traces to morrow, boy," he said. "We must mako the river by tomorrow night. If we don't—" lie dlil not finish. He waa choking back one of those tearing cough* when the tent-Hap dropped behind him. Ka mn lay ntlfT and alert, hla eyes filled with a strange anxiety. He did not like to see Itadlsson enter the tent, for stronger than ever there hung that oppressive mystery In the air about him, and It seemed to be a part of Pierre. Three times that night ho beard faithful Gray Wolf calling for him deep In the forest, and each time he answered her. Toward (lnwn she came In close to camp. Once he caught the scent of her when she circled around In the wind, and he tugged unil whined at the end of his chain, hoping that she would come In and lie down at his side. Hut no sooner had Itadlsson moved In the tent than Gray Wolf was gone. The man's face wns thinner, and his eyes were redder this morn ing. Ills cough wns not ao loud or so rending. It wns like a wheere, as If something had given way Inside, and before the girl camo out bo clutched his hands often to hla throat. Joan's fnce .whitened when she saw him. Anxiety gave way to fear In her eyoe. Pierre IlndlMon laughed when abe (lung her arms about him, and coughed to prove that whut he said waa true. "You see the cough Is not ao bad, rny Joan," be suld. "It Is breaking up. You cannot huve forgotten, ma cherle) It always leuvca one red-eyed and weak." It wns n cold, bleak, dnrk dny that followed, and through It Kaian nnd the man tugged at the fore of the sledge, with Joan following In tho trull behind, ({azan'a wound no longer hurt him. He pulled steadily with all his splendid strength, and tho man never lushed him once, but putted him with his mlttened hand on head and buck. Tho dny grew steadily darker, and In the tops of the trees there wan the low moaning of n storin. Darkness and the coming of the storm did not drive Pierre Radlsson Into camp. "We must reach the river," he suld to himself over and over again. "We must reach the river—we must reach the river—" And he steadily urged Kazan on to greater efTort, while his own strength at the end of the traces grew less. It hnd begun to storm when Plerra strtp|*d to build a Are at noon. The snow fell straight down In a white deluge so thick that It hlil the tree trunks fifty yards sway. Pierre laughed when Juan shlvereil and snug gled close up to him with the baby In her ariris. lie waited only an hour, and then fastened Kb 7.11 nln the traced again, and hurtled the strap* once more ahout his own waist. In the silent gloom that wns almost night Pierre carried his compass In his hand, and at last, Inte In the afternoon, they came to a hriiik In the timber line, and abend of them lay a plain, across which ItadlHson pointed an exultant band. "There's the river, Joan," he said, his TOICO faint and husky. "We can camp here now and wait for the storm to pass." TO UK CONTINUED. WHOOPINO COUGH. One of tho most successful prep arations in use for this dia«-ase is chamberlain's Cough Kemed.v, 8. W. McCllnton, lllandon Springs, Ala . "Our baby had whooping cough as bad as any baby sotild nave it. 1 Chamberlain's Cough Remedy and i soon got him well.. Obtainable everywhere. adv. 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