THE OMINKCA HERALD, WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 8.1993:

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_ PRINCE RUPERT |

Paint ‘Your Face
From the Inside Out

Don't he edutent to to “bay a standard:
ized complexion, Awnken- your, skin
to life and loveliness. with proper ¢nre’
That vose-leaf tone and texture we all
envy just. means ' healthy active ‘celle
aud tissnes aud a’ skin freed of poisons
by. brisk cireulation. ‘Lo ‘overcome nn
oily condition and to brighten and)
clarify a ‘sallow sfaded complexion try
this ‘three tlues a week. ‘Get a: little
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Apply liot ‘cloths ta the face and then
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then cold. water. -.Apply a ‘good: cream
(ve recommend Cerol creme) This
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to the skin, ‘improves its texture and
brings: natural color to the cheeks,

SCOUT. ‘MEETING

‘Last Friday’ evening the Buldog Pa:
trol, first Terrace troup, Boy . Scouts,
met ‘in ‘the: G, W: aA A hall’ for dri
‘und. routine business.’ An impressive

_{memorial service WAS held in’ honor of |,

|} the: late. Fleld' Marshall Haig, one of

as. the’ hend, of: the. British: “Army. At.

Jas he Asked: “Woulin't it be ungrate-

teresting ith. theli eriticisin and nd.

the leaders in Boy Scout work as.well 5 sthgulshedt yie

en Marooned

oo BY GEORGE MARSH

“Do you. mind talking outslde? Mr.
Swan: fears that your brother, docsn’t
approve of me,” Garth flung ‘at the fig-
ure at the door as he swung away with
the girl, who.sensed .what had. passed.
“You .see, ‘your good brother has al-
ready poisoned the clerical mind,” said
Garth with a laugh as they walked
slowly .to the clearing. “I’m leaving
early. inthe morning ao came to say
szood-by.” :

‘The moon was up and Garth's. side-
lung glanee caught the sobering of her
face. - She was lookiug straight. ahead
and the ight which drew a shimmer-
ing trnil over. the quiet surface of the
Albany brushed her heary heir with
silver.

“You're worried about your geese—|.
it was’ fine of you to waste precious
time to bring us here” ~
* “I am still in your debt Miss Quar-
ricr,” le said und he watched the pro-
file of the, girl walking beside him
with her streig ght nose and firm chin,
the realization that she .was_ passing
out of his life—this - woman -whom
chance had. thrown into the tragedy
at Elkwan—came swift as a blow. The
old sence of loss felt so often in. the
days when a- friend—a _ comrade—
“Went west”. returned to him, The
vivid color and tang of her personali-
ty—the splendid strength of her—
were stirring him with an appenl hith-
erto unsensed. Now that the , brief
‘days of their comradeship were over,
the memory of Joan Quarrier’s instant
comprehension of the- nature of the
pity, approaching affection, which Nin-
da inapirel in him—of how the salve of
her sympathy had eased the raw bitter-
ness—polgnnantly returned.

Aud now this friendship—born of
chance--was to be cut short oft by a
wall of. a thous miles of forest.
She. glanced curiously | ‘at the. man
who walked beside her in silence.“
“I ghall think of you often. up ihere
with Etionne, and Shot amd oid Ann.”
she basarded, “Tt seems su lunoly and
so—inneces sary.”
But Guthrie‘avoided reference ty ile
eobe of bis exis “We ‘shall remem-
ler s-u all of us. Wirhoat you it
wait save Deen unthinkable.”

“Lt weg-strang - ¢ 1 storm and
wei AS Wet Toor Tithe Nin
dae" she said dyaatty woo le the
silhoutte of’ n- belated ennoe from the
whitefish nets drift inte the path of
the moonlight.

“TE was an act. of Providence. I
wonder,”"he hésitated and then went on
“tf you would care to send word of
yourself tu’ an exile this winter?” -
le sew. her ‘brows - contract if
thought. For n ainoment she scemed
in doubt, then tnined to him, tense in
her earnestness. “You are not merely
courteous—you really Wish to hear
from me?’

Hig face’ reflected his pleasure,
“You will write then, to the exile?” °
There was a sudden gleam of: white
teeth, a whimsical. flash in her eyes,

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ful. to ‘refuse so’
from-one who rescued
edy

TE. would be most’ “ungrateful and
eruel,” he laughed. yg: you'll: write
I'll have a little spruce waiting for the
Christmas: mail, and: hang your letter
on the tree with eand]es.” mo
“Unread? ot

u “Unread ‘until ‘Christmas: morning,
Then Shot. and I wil read it. together |i
—our Christmas, from you pee ne
. “And Hie, other letters,” “she: aneried
avolding hig: ‘quick glgnee om

“The others? ; OH, they'll. note ‘pe. ‘in:

modest a request.
d the shipireck-

He thritled to the renlization of the ab-
solute Sincerity of his reply.
Without meeting his eyes she turned
impulsively to the neredale who ae
companied them.: “Geod-by,- Shot, -
am going. to: miss you boy!’ And ate
took -the head of the dog-in*her hand.
As Shot’s tail beat the air his hairy
thront rumbled. Then“he, bared his
great fongs.and made little snaps at
the giri bending over, him. .
“Why,” you've’ made a conquest!”
eried Guthrie. “Tle does that with no
one here.” _
The girl looked up as she rubbed the
dog's ears, “Why he’s only saluting a
brother—I mean a sister—in arms,”

“One who served as he did, with the
svounded,” answered the man,

They were at the door of the mis-
sion.
“Good-by ! The days will drag up
there in the snow waiting for the mail
at Christmas,” said Guthrie, puzzled
at his emotion—strangely reluctant to
lenve her—wondering at himself,
:“Good-by, Mv, Exile!” She
him her firm band,
‘Hardly conscious of his purpose, le
bent to segreh the dark eyes, frankly
meeting his look. ‘She_smiled, wist-
fully, he thought, as he said—‘What
you did for a eomrade in distvess—he
will never forget. Good-by, ‘Healer of
Wounds.” *
: Ter eyes widened. Groping -for his
meaning, she watched him. straighten,
bring his hand to his ‘forehead in u
nuilitary salute, and turning, walk ra-
pidly away, «© Until his tall figure wat
lost in the shadows, she stood, lips
parted, wondering; then slowly opened
the door and went in. :
. CHAPTER IV

Little did those whom’ Garth Guth-
rie brought. to Albany-in a York boat
Seused what this act of friendliness to
strangers might mean in days of drud-
gery—precious’ days... lost from the
goose hunt whieh was nearing its end
—for the men at Elkwan, As the boat
drifted down ‘the-south. channel of the
Gelta past the serng grown ‘shores of
Albany island, Guthrie’s thoughts tra-
versed the days since the sterm and
the lneeting with the girl back at the
Albany mission, who Was going down
the coast and out of his life, as the
“wavies’? from the Aretic, Unger thre
the soft September weather, until the
sting of the first norther sends them
down the wind. But the’ “wavies” ve-
‘turn. There would be no return, ti.
‘the west ecoust for Joan Quarrier,
He had left her the night — before,
puzzled by the elation of her promise
to write him by the Christmas mat
had aroused, And, nlways, rg he strug:
gled to analyze the nature of his re
sponse to the appeal of her senuiness,
her level-eyed meeting of Ufe, the blond

gave

-|loveliness of Ethel, with her shrinking

trom the unpleasrit—the . inevitable—
intrude . with the ‘Anowledge. of -disil-
hasion. Ethel was growing so vague

‘so ‘shadow y, herein a land where raw |:

life admitted of no  subterfuge—no
compromise, ,Yet, Ethel would watt

for the brother of Sir Charles Guthrie.
he told ‘himself, with 2 tightening at
lips: of that he had no doubt. *
The York boat: renched the open. we
ter of the bay as the. sun lifted being
ing. an easterly breeze, - AS they: work:
ed up ‘the’ chann el to the post, a sense
‘of ‘lonlitiess chilled the heart of Guth.
tle. There would | be: lio”
which through” the weeks of..summer,
‘he. hadi grown: to’ cherlsh on: ‘his home:
coming—no “joy in the Wistfal. eyes of
the! gicl | who waited.’ AL that -
inained: to’ hin now was. the meniory
( i——self- brmmolatingy: com:

‘| “The Hudson’s Bay

‘|that walrus faced geologist, Quarrier,

7 Have made au inventory. -

Jat Attawapiskat and: Kaplskau.

be boss:

“welcome, |"

“Some ie bawres,* “guid” “fienneti |
“Marie yer’ mouch ovella-w'en sbe n at .
, [Stan stil,” .
fs “Bon jour, Tndieg,” “Called Gui bhrie,”
as: “he approached the chattering wom-'
enon the beach. “What aruing to ne
on. Your. hands.” te
“Ob, dey have come here dos nen’
cried old Anne.
“What men?”
“De man: in -de big. dout Khe was
here. Dat one. wid de, bad face—Me--
Donald Ha! Ha! de Injna eall bean.” ;
Guthrie and Btienue stared ineredu.
Flously at the women, :
“What did he want?" i
“He want talk wid you. -He leave’
dis.” Old Anne handed Guthrie a fold-:
ed piece of paper. Opening it he read;
Co,, Elkiwvan :—
This‘is to save’ You. trip to the island
after the stuff left on the beach by. -

*

I can use most of it and will pay ‘St.
Johns prices for it on my return home.

“MeDonall”
; “Well, he's a cool one!” commented
Guthrie.
Etienne shook: his: black head. “We
steal dat ‘stuff, he’ steal all de fur- on
Alimishi,”
“Not if I know it. “If, he thinks he's
going to get our share. of ° Akimiski
hunt, he’ ll have to fight for it. He'll
find he can't bluff us.” replied Guihrie
with increasing irritation at the thou-
ght of the high-handed methods of the
unknown. In the north a cache was
inviolate, and. the stores of Quarrier
on ‘the Akimiski. beach bad not been
abandoned, but cached, to be recover-
ed later, MeDonald’s approprintion -
of them ‘under the circumstances was
a distinct breach of northern enstom.
I! this was a sample of what could be.
expected of him latér, in-the fight for
the Akimiski fox fur, the winter and
spring would hardly be,dull on the
West coast. As soon as they had shot
their winter supply of geese, he would
have a talk with Graham and Boucher

“Too bad; Etienne, ° we: were ‘not. here :
ta “have a.talk ‘with. Laughing’ “MeDou-".. “*).
ald. What. did: you think of him Anne’
He’s a big man .with red’ hair isn’t be”:
“Oh, rer beeg strong -manwit: hair:
lnk fire. Hees face!” Anis stopped to
shudder. : “He got de erazy face all
tam, from hees hurt ‘moire’

“Poor devil,” thought ° Guthrie,
“kranded for wife with that erin !”
Then. he asked, “Who cume "ashore ;
with him?”
The question was the ‘signal for an
emotional outburst from Marie. “Dey
were. bad men, M’sicur Guthree, One
heey one, wid de barbe noir, , black
heard, he try keas me, de femme of
ttlenne Savana.” “The black eyes of
the. comely . Wifes. of Etienne flashed
with anger at. the memory..
“Wat! Dey. try. dat wid ‘you,’ des
peopl?’ The’ sinewy - fingers of the”
halfbreed*worled neryously.ag if grop-
ing fdr alkuife haudle “Wat you do
Marie?” he demanded. *
“MeDonald ‘Hat Ha!” broke in Anne
“he talk ver’ cross to the black beard
—ive heem push Ink be was littl
bor... .Dis MeDonn!’, dey, all senre of
heem, lose men.. “Den dey pniddle out
to dle boats? ~~, :
“Good enough,” MeDunald seems to
Might” laughed - Guthrie.
“Blackbeard!” That, must. bé. the New-
foundand whaler, Etienne, the eat:
nin of the schooner.’
he’ face of Etienne hardened. “He.
| mal mooel.. troubl’ ‘on, iis. const—tis’
MeDonar Fa! Ha!—mooch troubl’™
— “Itlooks like a. lively winter far: us,’
oh, Shot?’ “And ‘the factor of Eikwan :
bent. to. ‘rnb the enrs' of.t
it. wig early” October at