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Wie Lamp « W ARTHUR STRINGER X W. N, U Service / i Carol Coburn, Alaska born teacher. Is annoyed by Eric (the Red) Ericson. an agi tator. She Is rescued by a young engineer, Sidney Lander. He Is working (or the Trum bull company which Is contesting her lather's claim. He Is engaged to Trumbull's "Because you happen to be Klon dike Coburn's daughter. And I don't relish the thought of working against you. It's your father's claim they're trying to swallow up on a clouded title." "But I'm not sure that claim was ever established." And it was equally obvious that his right either to champion my cause or control my destiny had never been established. But, for all that, an absurd little robin of happiness stood up on the tip of my heart and started to sing. "We can't go into that now," Lan der said as old Schlupp came in with an armful of stovewood. And Katie, a moment later, was announc ing that you couldn't kill some chil dren with a club. All this little papoose needed, she called out to us, was food. "Then she ain't a-goin* to kick the bucket?" questioned Sock-eye. "Of course she isn't," said Katie. "But if I could lay hands on her fool redskin father I'd have him drawn and quartered." The old fire-eater's face bright ened up with a new eagerness. "I'll do it for you, lady," he said with a large and rounded oath. "Sam Bryson was a-tellin' me that no account Injin's hidin' out in a hill camp up above the Happy Day Mine. And I'd sure relish roundin* him up and ventilatin' his good-for nothin' carcass." "No," Katie said, "that's a luxury we can't afford. But he's going to be made an example of by due proc ess of law. And if either of you men will take Miss Coburn and the baby back to Toklutna in the truck I'll get help and push on to the Happy Day and see that this baby killer is put where he belongs." Sidney Lander, who had been look ing down at the blanket-wrapped pa poose, lifted his head and caught my eye. "I'll take Miss Coburn through to Toklutna," he quietly announced. And I could feel my pulse skip a beat, casual as I tried to appear about it all. It was Sock-Eye who crossed to the door and looked out. "There's sure a smell o' snow in the air," he warned. "We'd best fix up that truck more comfortable and stick a shovel in between the blankets and grub bags." CHAPTER IV Before we were an hour out on (he road snow began to fall. By the time we were up in the hills we had drifts to buck. When it was necessary for Lander to stop and get busy with his shovel, I'd give iny Indian baby its needed at tention and nest it down in its cocoon of blanket-wool asain, with only its pinched little yellow face showing like a seal's at the bottom of a blow hole. Then we'd fight our way on tor another hundred yards or two. So we ploughed on, feeling out our way in the uncertain light. Twice, when we slewed perilously close to the ravine that yawned at our car wheels, I thought the end had come. And twice, where the trail wound so vaguely about the upper slopes, we had to cut our way through drifts, with the help of the shovel. We did very little talk ing. But I could breathe more eas ily when we were over the hump a rl dropping down into the next vt.lley. Yet even there the drifts and « itkness were too much for us. We : >l oft the road and bumped head « i into a spruce stump. The old i uck, with indignation boiling from i s radiator cap, refused to go far i er. I could see Lander's grim ; mile as I sat there staring out at i e flailing snow. There wasn't a tnack or settler, I felt sure, within ten miles of us. "What'll we do?" I asked with a gulp. "I suppose we'll have to sleep out here," he casually announced. "I suppose so," I agreed. But .1 wasn't as placid-minded about it as I pretended. Lander, in fact, stared into my face for a moment or two before swinging down from his driver's seat. Then he lighted the primus stove and hung a lan tern from one of the bows of our little covered-wagon truck-tent. And then, after shutting out the snow and wind by closing the end flaps of the tarpaulin, he announced that he was going to have a look ahead along the trail. He stayed away longer than I expected. By the time he got back, in fact, I'd melted snow and had our col Tee boiling on the primus stove. The smell of that coffee made our little canvas-covered cave seem rather homelike. And my cave mate watched me with a ruminative eye as I warmed milk and fed the qui etly complaining Indian baby. When our papoose was back in its blanket muflled basket, and we sat eating, with the primus stove between us, it seemed oddly paleolithic to be squatting there on a bundle of hay, dining on bacon and beans and sour dough bread. Lnndcr helped me pack things •• - i meal was over. THE STORY SO FAR daughter. But a new romantic spark Is kindled. Carol, however. Is on guard against her own emotions. Carol and Kate O'Connell. nurse, set out to find an Indian baby reported abandoned by Its parents. Sockeye Schlupp, an old INSTALLMENT IV "You're facing this like an old timer," he said. "I used to go out on the trail with my father," I reminded him. "That's what I want to talk to you about," he said. "Can you re member his camp on the Chaki tana?" "I was never there," I had to ad mit. "Then it won't be easy to explain what I want to," he went on. "Your father had a real mine there. And he must have known it." "Of course he did," I said, recall ing ghostly scraps of talk from my childhood. "Well, so does the Trumbull out fit," proclaimed my companion. "The Chakitana Development Com pany always wanted a clean sweep of that valley bottom. They even sent me up there as field engineer to find out how the land lay and corral any territory needed to round out their development work. It was your father's claim which cut their field in two and kept them from hav ing full control." "He always said he'd never sell out," I explained. "Of course he did," cried Lander. "He may have been a lone-fire pros pector, but he knew he held a key position there. And when they "He always said he'd never sell out," I explained. couldn't buy him out they did what they could to cancel on him." "Then he had his patent?" I asked. "Yes; but they tried to cloud his title by claiming his location lines were wrong. The official survey, when his first twenty acres were pat ented, showed the eastern limits of the claim to border on the Big Squaw where that creek ran into the Chakitana. The Big Squaw, in the open season, has a fine flow of water. And you can't mine in Alas ka without water. I saw the Fair banks Exploration Company spend a year and a half bringing water to their placer fields. And Trum bull wants that water for his upper shelf just about as much as he wants the claim." "How do you know all this?" I asked. "Because I've seen the Trumbull papers. And I made it my business to investigate some of the Trum bull moves. I know, for example, that while his engineers pretended to be doing development work their powdermen planted enough dyna mite in the right place to change the course of Big Squaw Creek. Then they brought in a Record Office sur veyor who naturally found the Co burn location stakes all wrong." "The thing that puzzles me," I interposed, "is why you're not loyal to the man you're working for." Lander's laugh was curt. "If you can't sense that," he said, "I can't explain it to you." He laughed again, less harshly. "Let's put it down to the fact that a man can't work for a boss he doesn't believe in." I still found a blaze or two miss ing along that trail. "But why should he call my fa ther's claim a fraudulent one?" "Klondike Coburn, he contends, was born on the Canadian side of the line." "That's true enough," I conced ed. "But what about it?" "A great deal. It means he wasn't a citizen. And the law says a pat ent can be allotted only to citizens." "But my father was naturalized," I told him, "a year or two before I was born. He even used to talk about when he moved up out of the Indian class and got a right to vote." Lander's spine suddenly stiffened. "Are you sure of that?" he de manded. "Trumbull claims there's no record of it." "But I have his papers," I ex plained. "He sent them out to me so I could get my passports when I was sailing for Europe." | I wondered at the grimness with THE DANBURY REPORTER. THURSDAY, MARCH 27, 1941 courdough pal of Carol's dad, leadi them to hli (hack, where Lander Is nursing the missing baby. It has been found by his dog. When Lander tells her ha won't be long with the Trumbull company she asks "Why not?" which my companion said, "Good work!" And I remembered the fad ed and dog-eared certificate, with the photo attached, also slightly fad ed, showing my father looking young and strong, in the pride of his early manhood. I'd always treasured that picture of him, the only one I pos sessed. "That means our battle's half won," proclaimed Lander. "Why do you say our battle?" I asked. Lander's face, as our glances locked, hardened a little. Then he laughed his curt laugh. "Since I muddled into this thing," he said, "I'm going to be bullheaded enough to see it through." "But it's all so long ago," I ob jected. "And you can't wreck your career championing lost causes." "My career isn't wrecked. I'm thinking of swinging in with the Happy Day outfit, in fact, just be yond the Matanuska." "Why?" I asked. "Because then we won't be so far apart," he said. "You've been very kind to me," I said. "You're easy to be kind to," Lan der retorted with a quiet intensity that should have shifted my heart action into high. But I had certain things to remember. "What does that mean?" I ex acted. He leaned a little closer under the swaying lantern. "It means I'm happier being with you than with anyone who walks this good green earth." I was able to laugh a little. "It isn't green," I reminded him. "And you might also remember why you so nearly missed the boat at Se attle?" I could see his jaw muscles hard en as he sat staring at me in the dim light from the lantern. "I guess I'm running a little ahead of schedule," he said as he rose to his feet. I watched him, with a small tingle of disappointment, as he backed out of the tent opening. "You're not going away?" I cried out above the whining of the wind. "I'll bed down up in the driver's seat," he casually remarked. And in a few minutes I could feel the tremor of the truck as he climbed aboard, up in front. I could hear him, a moment later, as he nested himself under his double blankets. He wouldn't, I knew, be very com fortable there. I even wondered, as I stretched out on the hay next to my blanket-swathed little papoose, if wind and cold wouldn't drive him back under cover, where he had a perfect right to be. CHAPTER V I was awakened, early the next morning, by Lander reaching in for the lantern. The drifter was over, he explained, but he'd have an hour of shovel work before we could hop® to climb back to the trail bed. He hadn't slept any too well, I'm afraid, up on his wind-swept driver's seat. I detected a sort of glum fury in his movements as he shoveled at the snowdrift that embedded us. Even after I'd boiled coffee and cooked breakfast for him he im pressed me as unnecessarily con strained and silent. It was late in the afternoon when we got through to Toklutna. Miss Teetzel promptly ordered the Indian baby to the infirmary and sent for Doctor Ruddock. Lander, ignoring the lady's glacial eye, qui etly asked me if I'd be good enough to give him my father's naturaliza tion papers. I had no way of knowing what Miss Teetzel said to Lander dur ing my absence. But I didn't like the heat-lightning fire that glowed in those deep-set eyes of his as h* took the proffered document from me. He studied it. for a moment, the lines of his mouth still grim. "I'll take this, if you don't mind," he said as he tucked it away. "It'll help to clear things up." I wasn't unconscious, all the while, of Miss Teetzel's narrowed eye fixed on my face. "There's one point I should like to see cleared up," she announced, her lips pressed into a foreboding straight line. "Where did you spend the night?" "Why, in the truck, of course," I answered. "There was no place to go" "And this man?" she questioned, with a second stony glance at the altogether unimpressed Lander. "Naturally, he slept in the truck too," I quietly acknowledged. The lemon-squeezer jaw took on a new line of grimness. "I've an idea, Miss Coburn," said the lady of unpolluted purity so icily confronting me, "that your days in this school are quite definitely num-\ bered." It was Lander who spoke first. "What does that mean?" he said. "It means, sir," was the icily enunciated reply, "that there are certain things this Institution will not stand for. And you and your perilously modern traveling com i panion have just been guilty of on* of them." i (TO BE CONTINUEDi 0 Household News fk'L, DOES LENT CHALLENGE YOUR COOKING ABILITY? (See Recipes Below) SPEAKING OF LENTEN VEGETABLES Yes, speaking of Lenten vegeta bles reminds us that the Lenten sea son has again returned—that season when Lent challenges us as good cooks to produce something new and different—something which will en tice the appetite of the family— something that will perchance be come so great a family favorite that it will remain a "must" on our rec ipe list all through the year. Such is the list of new ideas for cooking vegetables as contained in this column to day. Not only will you like these new ideas for cooking vegeta bles but also equally as much I think you will like some of the ideas for serving them. Note the canned peas as shown in the photo graph above. Look good enough for any company dish, do they not, yet all that was done to dress them up was simply to surround them with onions and carrots and the carrots were garnished with tiny sprigs of fresh parsley. Thus it is that everyday foods foods full of nourishment and of food value become new favorites. Please from time to time, try each one of these recipes—you'll like all of them, I know. If you've strange guests coming for dinner and don't know what vegetables they like, cover your confusion by letting them choose their own from this attractive ar rangement of canned peas, onions and carrots. French Fried Onions. Use Spanish or large Bermuda onions. Peel and cut in slices V\ inch thick. Separate slices into rings, soak in milk for a few min utes. Drain and roll in flour. Fry in deep fat, which has been heated to 360 degrees F. hot enough to brown a cube of bread in I minute. When onions are golden brown, re move from fat and drain on ab sorbent paper. Serve very hot with broiled steak. Vegetable Rice Ring. 1 cup rice 2 cups peas Vz cup tomato puree 1 teaspoon celery salt V\ teaspoon curry powder Vt teaspoon paprika V* cup butter Cook the rice in boiling salted wa ter until tender and drain. Place in ring mold and dry slightly in oven. Heat peas. Remove rice ring from mold and heap peas in the center. Cover with sauce made of the to mato puree, seasonings and melted butter. Serve very hot. Orange Sweet Potato Baskets. Cut large navel oranges in half and scoop out centers. Cube the pulp and fold in hot mashed sweet potatoes. Fill the orange shells and bake in a moder ate oven (350 de grees) for ap proximately 10 minutes. Then top each half orange with a marshmallow and continue baking until marshmallow is puffy and golden brown. Remove from oven and serve at once. Baked Tomatoes and Shrimp. S fresh medium-sized tomatoes 2 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons diced green pepper 2 tablespoons minced onion 1 No. 1 can shrimp—diced Hollow out tomatoes. Melt but ter in frying pan and add diced green pepper, onion, and shrimp. Brown mixture very lightly and fill tomato shells. Sprinkle with but tered cracker crumbs and bake un- til tomatoes are tender. Stuffed Baked Onions. 3 large onions 1 cup soft bread crumbs V« teaspoon salt Dash pepper 4 slices bacon, minced and cooked Buttered bread crumbs Remove the outer skin of the on ions and cut in half horizontally. Cook in boiling salted water, uncov- Want to Learn Some New Household Tricks? Of course you do—and it's the simple easy way of doing things —as ferreted out by millions of homemakers that have been com piled in this book, "Household Hints"—a book that literally ev ery homemaker should own. To get your copy, to learn the household tricks that for some reason or other you just haven't thought of before—send 10 cents in coin to Eleanor Howe, 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois ask for the booklet "Household Hints." ered, until onions are almost ten der (approximately 20 mingtes). Take care to preserve shape of onions while cooking. Drain, and arrange cut side up in a buttered baking dish. Remove the center of each onion and chop fine. Mix with the soft bread crumbs, salt and pep per, and bacon. Fill onion halves and top with the buttered bread crumbs. Cover bottom of the bak ing dish with water and bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees) until onions are tender and bread crumb:s have browned, approximately Vt hour. Cauliflower a la Parmesan. 1 head cauliflower, cooked 3 tablespoons grated cheese 1 cup white sauce V 4 cup buttered bread crumbs Place cauliflower in greased cas serole. Pour white sauce over cauli flower, and sprinkle with cheese and bread crumbs. Bake in moderate oven (375 degrees F.) 30 minutes, or until crumbs are delicately browned. Serves 6. Spinach Nut Ring. (Serves 6) 3 cups cooked spinach 3 eggs (beaten) Vt cup bread crumbs % cup nut meats (cut fine) V\ cup bacon fat V, teaspoon salt Vi teaspoon pepper Chop the spinach and add the beaten eggs and other ingredients in the order giv en. Turn into a greased ring mold and bake in a moderately hot oven (375 degrees F.) about 30 min utes, or until it is firm. Turn out on a hot, round platter. Savory Glazed Carrots. Cook until onions are tender: 2 tablespoons onion, chopped 2 tablespoons butter Flour carrots and saute with on ions and butter for 10 minutes: 9 or 10 whole carrots, scraped (5 to 6 inches long) 2 tablespoons flour % teaspoon salt Then pour on: 1 can consomme, diluted with % cup water Cover tightly and cook until car rots are tender. Sprinkle with chopped parsley just before serving. Corn Souffle. 4 tablespoons butter 0 tablespoons flour 1 teaspoon salt 2 cups milk 2 cups canned corn 1 tablespoon chopped pimientoa 1 tablespoon finely chopped onioQ 2 tablespoons chopped celery 4 egg yolks 4 egg whites, beaten Melt butter and add flour, salt and milk. Cook until very thick sauce forms. Stir constantly. Add corn, seasonings and egg yolks and beat three minutes. Fold in egg whites. Pour into buttered baking dish, set In pan of hot water and bake 40 minutes in moderate oven (350 degrees F.). Brussels Sprouts Select light green, compact heads. One quart will serve six. 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