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After much consideration Cousin Columbine’s offer is accepted, and Nancy and Jack arrive at Pine Ridge. Wancy set out one afternoon to climb to the top of a hill so as to obtain a view of the surrounding landscape and misses the path Aurora Tubbs had told her to follow. A truck comes along the road, driven by Mat- thew Adams, and she asks him which way to go. They ascend the hill, look around, and then go on to Cousin Columbine's. There Mark _ Adam tells Nancy that his brother Luke has broken his leg, and that _ Jack Nelson has been hired to help out while Luke's leg gets better. With Jack away, Nancy finds that she is lonesome, and having no books to read, the idea of starting a public library at Pine Ridge seems a good one, and Nance writes home to get her parents to send all the books they could spare and all they could induce others to let them have. Nance and Matthew Adam go Christmas shopping in a neighboring town. On their return to Pine Ridge, Nance is amazed to see the Colum- bine residence all lit up, and asks Matthew if he knows why. He said: Let’s go in and see. Then Nancy learns that she is having Her debut, but in a different setting than had been planned for her in Boston. Nancy’s parents and friends gave their liberal support to her request for books, and a sizeable box arrived in due course. Father Adam painted a sign for the library, and the Adam boys worked on the shelves for the books and decorations to make the toom look presentable. Now Go On With The Story CHAPTER XVI.—Continued. It was that evening, seated before a@ crackling hearth-fire at the Adam ranch, that Cousin Columbine told them the story of the Pemperton hoax. Jack had been asking about & pathetic little cemetery he passed one day when doing an errand for Mr. Adam. “Its on a hillside back from the road,” he told them. “Most of the graves seem to be children’s and un- marked. Was there ever a smallpox epidemic in these parts, Cousin Col- umbine? It seemed strange finding . & cemetery way off there.” “He means that little burying WHEN USING WILSON'S READ DIRECTIONS CAREFULLY AND FOLLOW. THEM SX) EXACTLY Each pad will kill flies all day and every day for three weeks. 3 pads in each packet. 10 CENTS PER PACKET at Druggists, Grocers, General Stores. WHY PAY MORE? THE WILSON FLY PAD CO., Hamilton, Ont. ground near West Creek, doesn’t he?” questioned John Adam. “Not if West Creek’s a town,” re- sponded Jack. “Do you recall a mile or so farther on, passing a dwelling house and two ramshackle buildings that looked fit to collapse at the first high wind?” asked Cousin Columbine. Jack nodded; and the old lady con- tinued: “Those buildings, and that wayside cemetery, are all that re- main to tell the tale of a prodigious hoax which was planned and carried out successfully by old Marsh Pem- perton. You Adams have heard the story many times.” : “Never trom you,” Eve Adam re- minded her. “Tell it again, Miss Col- umbine. You saw the place in its heyday, I suppose.” ‘T surely did; and to one of my age it’s not even ancient history. The Pemperton hoax was started in 1894, soon after the boom at Cripple Creek. I dare say that as a child, Eve, you heard your people mention it, for the news must have spread much farther than Denver. You see, the general feeling in those days was that all these mountains were lined with gold, and that any one could take a pick and dig it out; but old man Pemperton had been working a tunnel with no success, and I dare say he got impatient.” “How much of the land ‘round there did he own, Miss Columbine?” asked Luke. . “That I can’t tell you; but it was plenty anyway, and the lurid tales of quickly gotten wealth at Cripple Creek probably made him furious that his own acres were useless save as pasture land. So at last he deter- mined to make use of the preyailing excitement to feather his nest, an idea which he carried out with ex- ceeding shrewdness, as you shall hear. ‘{ sometimes wonder,’ went on Miss Columbine dreamily, “if old Marsh Pemperton started this hoax on a’sudden impulse, or if he lay on his bed in the long, still hours of night in that peaceful valley, and planned it out. At any rate, he made a trip to Cripple Creek to purchase some gold ore; and a week or two later he emerged from his tunnel stuttering with excitement and both hands full of nuggets!” ‘Tl say your friend Pemperton wasn’t burdened with a New Eng- land conscience,” observed Jack. “He was no friend of mine, Jack Nelson, nor of Father’s either, I am glad to say. For that hillside ceme- tery with its pathetic graves is the direct result of this fraudulent scheme of his. It was easy enough to start a gold excitement. The news spread rapidly, as such news always does; and it wasn’t long before the stampede began. There was pande- monium it that lovely valley. People staking out claims—starting tunnels —buying ‘town lots’ which Pemper- ton himself marked out and sold at sky high prices. One fortunate woman who had paid twenty-five dol- lars for a strip of land in that local- ity a year before, sold it during that hectic time for ten thousand! That sounds incredible now, but it’s the way things go in boom days. I’ve seen it happen. “More than a thousand people, pos- sibly twice that number came pour- ing in. The town was incorporated; a@ man named Tyler was made mayor, and another whose name I can’t re- call was sheriff. When I saw the place there were no less than a dozen saloons—three general stores—a long street of frame houses or tents, and metal was ever discovered in the vicinity.” “What became of the people when the bubble burst?” “Drifted away, poor souls, leaving their dead behind them—their high hopes crushed. I recall one family stopping at our house for water, and Father bringing them in to be fed and warmed. They were a pitiful sight: the young mother frail and worn by hardship, the father in and an ragged shirt and trousers, ailing baby. They promised to let us know how things went with them, but we never heard.” “‘Ships that pass in the night,’” said Matthew softly. and Luke broke in: “But will you tell us how old Pem- perton escaped being tarred and feathered when the hoax was dis- covered?” “For the very good reason,” re- plied Miss Columbine, “that the scamp was nowhere to be found! When the boom was at its height he disappeared; and now all that is left of the ‘ghost city’ which bore his name, are those tumble-down build- ings (one of which cost a woman five thousand dollors, I was told), and that small burying ground where lie the bodies of those who were too frail to survive the rigors of frontier life.” ‘T’'d like to see that place,” sald Nancy, as Cousin Columbine ceased speaking. “You shall, my dear; and we'll make an excursion out on the plains as well. They can be so beautiful, our western prairies, that I hate to think how cruel they sometimes are.” “Cruel?” Nance questioned, a little puzzled. “You mean those sudden blizzards when the grazing cattle have no shelter? Well, this winter’s over, Cousin Columbine, and if you've no objection I'll start getting acquainted with the plains to-mor- row. I've got a marvellous idea. Why can’t I ride to Prairie Ranch with Jack and Matthew? It would be a lark.” “You're a new woman, Nance Nelson,” remarked her brother, “if you regard as anything like a lark the necessity of piling out of bed along with the robins! We'll pass your tower at five a.m., young lady. Do you think you can make it?” “Of course she'll make it,” put in Matthew eagerly. ‘We'll get lunch at Uncle Tom’s, Nance. It'll be bully having you along.” Thus it was settled, though on the ride home that night Cousin Colum- bine predicted a change of weather. Despite this prophecy the sun was shining when Nance awoke, dressed rapidly, and slipped downstairs on tip-toe; but as she passed the lower bedroom a call arrested her. “That you, Nancy?” Nance opened the door. “Did I wake you up? You were wrong about the weather, Cousin Columbine. It’s a lovely morning.” “What are you wearing?” “My knitted sport suit. I dare say I'll roast, but I won’t take any wrap except my hiking sweater.” ‘Indeed you will!” Cousin Colum- pine sat up in bed, stretching a hand toward the window as if to feel the atmosphere. “'There’s a chill to the air, different from anything we've had this long time. Take your fur coat, Nancy, or I shan’t have an easy moment all day long.” “My fur coat! Why—’ “Don’t argue,” snapped the old lady. “I know this country better than you do. I’ve seen days start out like summer this time of year, and end with a snow storm. I’m respons- ible to your parents for your safety, child; and I—I command you to take that coat.” Nancy laughed, realizing that there was no use in combating an old lady over seventy. “All right,” she said good-natured- ly, “the coat goes along as an extra passenger. I'll run up for it now.” “What sort of stockings have you got on?” The question caught her at the door, and the girl turned, a bit ex- asperated. ‘Don't let that worry you! I’m wearing sport shoes and woollen hose. I shan’t freeze to death, Cousin Col- umbine, even if we get one of your spring blizzards.” She was surprised to note that this absurd remark was taken seriously. “Look here, child, don’t you start home in any sort of storm. Remem- ber that. You think me foolish no doubt, but I’ve seen a good two feet of snow later than this, and herds of cattle frozen in the drifts out on that prairie. Close my window, Nancy. I may as well get up and see what's happening.” She was on the porch when they rode away, a troubled look in her usually placid eyes that Nance re- membered afterward. She made sure that Jack had taken his sheep-lined even two ore-crushing machines, | though not one ounce of precious coat—looked up at the sky, and said at the last moment: “I sort of wish you wouldn’t go, something in the that I don’t like.” “Now don’t you Nancy. There's air this morning worry, Miss Col- umbine,’ soothed Matthew. ‘If there’s the least suspicion of bad weather, we'll: keep her safe at Uncle Tom’s until it’s over.” This seemed reasonable; and as they waved good-bye a robin hopped down from a spruce tree and began his breakfast at Miss Columbine’s bird board. But even this emblem of the springtime failed to cheer her. ‘I ought to have set my foot down,” she said soberly when Aurora Tubbs arrived an hour later. “I don’t like this air.’ The sun played hide and seek all morning, and at last retired behind a cloud and stayed there. At noon a wind sprang out of the north, rat- tling the shutters of the Nelson mansion with sudden fury; and ten minutes later a flurry of blinding snow had shut them in. Columbine Nelson kept going to a window and staring out. Her lunch was left al- most untasted. Twice she,sat down at the telephone and then turned away, knowing that if there were anything to say Eve Adam would have called her. The storm increased; and at half past four, after moving restlessly about the house, Miss Columbine stood so long at the front window that Aurora, who had been curious- ly silent during those dragging hours, burst out: “Don’t you keep frettin’ so, Miss Columbine. It makes me nervous. Didn't Matt Adam promise they wouldn’t start if it was storm- in’? And besides, Mark’ll be with ’em on the way back, and he’s real level- headed come an emergency.” “That's what I’ve been telling my- self all day,” replied Miss Columbine. “Even if they started before the storm began, Aurora, Mark would have sense enough to—There’s the telephone!” Her hand trembled as she lifted the receiver; and Aurora stood close by, head bent in an effort to catch the distant voice. “That you, Miss Columbine? I’ve tried to get you all the afternoon, but our line was in trouble. Jack hasn’t left, I hope. Tell him not to try to get out here to-night. Luke and his father can—” “Jack! He’s not here, Eve,” broke in the old lady, her voice shaking. “Surely they didn’t leave your brother’s in such a storm!” “Not there?” A pause, and then Eve said, trying to speak calmly: “Listen Miss Columbine. Can you hear clearly?... Tom telephoned at seven this morning for them not to come—that Mark was flat in bed with a bad throat. It was too late to stop the children anyway, so I didn’t call you; and later my brother phoned again. He—hesaid Jack and Nancy started back immediately after an early lunch. I told him it looked as if a storm were coming, but he said the sun was glorious out there and that—” “Then—then Mark’s not with them?” almost wailed Miss Colum- bine. M “No, but— Oh, don’t worry your- self sick, dear Miss Columbine! There are ranches not so terribly far apart, you know; and there’s a schoolhouse. Surely they would have reached the schoolhouse and waited there! But I'll try and get the ranch again by telephone and:..” It was then that the storm did something to the wires, and Colum- bine Nelson heard no more. But three hours leter, just as the dreaded night was shutting down, the Adam truck with John at the wheel, and Eve, covered with snow from head to foot beside him, fought its way into the yard and stopped before the door. (To Be Continued) Carving Rock Image Japanese Sculptor Completing Figure Of Goddess Of Mercy Declared to be the world’s largest stone image of a Buddhist deity, a one-hundred-foot figure of “Kwan- non,” the Goddess of Mercy, is near- ing completion near Fukushima, Ja- pan. It is being carved from solid rock by Y. Ara, formerly an un- nown sculptor, who was encouraged by Archbishop Ryojin Ohmor, chief priest of the Sensoji Temple at To- kyo, and other Buddhist ecclesiastics into completing the huge project, New Idea For Number Plate German Traffic police are testing a new number sign plate for motor cars with numbers which cannot be cover- ed up by dirt. The number is cut out of the plate so that dirt flies through the openings of the figures. The equator is not a true circle. There is a protuberance on the globe in North Africa, A maximum sick leave of 30 days a year is allowed federal employees in Washington. 2116 DON’T RISK ey BAKING FAILURES.... “DON’T TAKE CHANCES WITH INFERIOR BAKING POWDER. LESS THAN 1¢ WORTH OF MAGIC Farmer. Powder for perfect cakes! alum or any harmful ingredient. MAKES A FINE, BIG CAKE. AND MAGIC ALWAYS GIVES GOOD RESULTS,” says MISS ETHEL CHAPMAN, Popular cookery editor of The Leading Canadian Cookery Experts warn against trusting good ingredients to inferior ( baking powder. They advise MAGIC Baking CONTAINS NO ALUM—This statement on erery tin Is your guarantee that Magic Baking Powder 1s free from "2 ran roa Made in Would Reduce Accidents If Drivers Of Cars Made Courtesy A Habit The number and character of auto- mobile accidents occurring lately give point to the following comment in a weekly exchange: “Science and industry have done their part in producing the auto- mobile. Paul de Kruif, in a recent article in the Rotarian Magazine, de- clares that “hardly fifteen per cent. of all accidents can be laid to auto- mobile defects.” The culprit is the driver. Collectively, he has not yet mastered the new device, has not yet adjusted his nervous organism its demands, has not yet mastered the technique of making this inven- tion a part of his social routine with economy of human wastage. He is, in short, not yet civilized. “The driver too often does not know the driving customs and regu- lations. Lacking sure knowledge of how to signal, he fails to give any intimation to the driver behind— such as putting a hand out—that he is about to do something other than proceed straight ahead. He will ‘just this time’ pass & car on 4 curve or near the crest of a hill. He will take the chance that ‘the other fellow’ will slow down at intersections, and him- self speed on through. “But to sum all, he lacks courtesy. The vital core of courtesy is con- sideration for other people. Court- esy is not the cloak to be exhibited upon occasion for admiration of friends; it is a way-of-doing, so reg- ularly practiced that it best may be described as a habit.” A Remarkable Record Seven Generations Of One Family Have Instructed The Deaf For seven generations Miss Dena Hagen’s family has been active in working for deaf people, and ‘to-day Miss Hagen finds the urge no less strong than it was in her great- great-uncle, who was Canada’s first teacher for the deaf. She teaches in the School for Deaf at Saskatoon. The school has 140 pupils, ranging from 5 to 18 years. They are tirst taught to speak, after which the whole process of thought must be unravelled for them, Miss Hagen said. Sign and lip-reading is taught and then regular academic and vo- cational curriculum follows: Manuai training, household science, shoé re- pairing and bakery business are some of the vocations in which in- struction is given. Miss Hagen explained deaf chil- dren are taught to danec in perfect time to a piano, yet they have no cue to the rhythm other than vibrations felt through the floor. One deaf girl at the Saskatoon school learned to speak at 18, and so expressed her thoughts for the first time in her life. She graduated, Miss Hagen said with pride, and this fall is going to Gallaudet, Washing- ton, the only college in the world for deaf people. Scientific research is carried on at the Saskatoon school, and the latest ideas on teaching the deaf are put into practice as they are developed. In addition normal school training classes for teachers for the deaf are held, and the five teachers at the schools are all “home trained.” Farm Machinery Exports Big Increase Is Shown For July Over Previous Period Last Year Farm implements and machinery exported during July amounted in value to $1,128,963, more than double that of July, 1934, when it totalled $385,794, the Dominion bureau of statistics reports. The leading purchasers were the United States to the value of $379,- 055; Argentine, $333,444; British South Africa, $187,753; New Zealand, $64,840; Australia, $57,219; United Kingdom, $28,551; Denmark, $27,148, and Uruguay, $25,813. A good-hearted man carries some ef it in his pocketbook, Little Helps For This Week Thou calledst in trouble and I de- livered thee. Psalm 81:7. Be strong and of good courage, dread not nor be dismayed. 1. Chron- icles, 22:13. Thou canst calm the troubled mind, Thou its dread canst still Teach me to be all resigned To my Father's will. Though this patient meek resigna- tion is to be exercised with regard to all outward things and occurrences of life, yet it chiefly respects our own inward state, the troubles and weak- nesses of our own souls. And to stand in a meek resignation to God, when your own impatience and pride attack yourself, is a higher and more beneficial performance of this duty than when you stand turned to meek- ness and patience when attacked by the pride or wrath of other people. Build Big Canal Soviet Government Will Construct Two River Ports At Moscow The Soviet government has order- ed construction of two river ports at opposite ends of Moscow to accom- modate the heavy river traffic antici- pated with completion in 1937 of the Moscow-Volga canal. Work was also ordered begun on construction of freight and passenger boats to total 65,000 tons. The canal, started in 1932, will be the largest river canal in the world— 79 miles long, 18! feet deep and 97 feet wide. It will have six dams, seven flood gates and five pumping stations. The canal will complete the water route to Moscow from the Caspian sea. Raisins Treated With Oil Stickiness Is Removed And They Look More Attractive Seeded muscat raisins are sticky, making it necessary for women to coat their hands with flour in order to handle them. The seeds that were removed were also sticky, and handling them was a messy job for the technical men in charge of the process. Chemists tackled the prob- lem, and they succeeded in making the raisins supply the solution. As a result the raisins are now being oil- ed, and in addition to being easier to handle because of the lack of sticki- ness, they present such an attractive appearance that the packers are now able to market them in transparent wrappers. Manage New Hotel H. W. Aslin Of Edmonton To Take Charge Of The Bessborough H. W. Aslin, manager of the Mac- Donald hotel at Edmonton, one of the Canadian National Railways chain, for the past two and a half years, will move to Saskatoon, to be- come manager of the new Hotel Bessborough, it was announced by Joseph Van Wyck, general manager of hotels, Canadian National Rail- ways. Mr. Aslin joined the Canadian Na- tional as manager of the Prince Arthur at Port Arthur. He opened the Nova Scotian in Halifax and managed it for three years prior to coming to Edmonton in January, 1933. Designs Coat Of Arms Air minister Hermann Wilhelm Goering, noted for his fondness for uniforms, has caused a coat of arms to be designed for himself. The em- blem features a red shield on which appears a mailed fist gripping an iron ring. Still, a horse wasn’t worn out by the time we got it paid for. There are more than 5,270 moving picture theatres tn Germany.