The Howe Messenger (Howe, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 23, Ed. 1 Friday, June 26, 1942 Page: 2 of 4
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THE HOWE MESSENGER
Friday, June 26, 1942
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After bathing is a good time to apply
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and help prevent it. Absorbs perspi-
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Always demand Mexican Heat Powder.
If you know a Navy man, don’t
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consider the name an insult. You
can get on the right side of him
though if you offer him a Camel—
or better yet, send him a carton.
Camels are the favo^re cigarette
with men in the Nav^iArmy, Ma-
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matter) based on actual sales rec-
ords from the service men’s
stores. Local dealers are featur-
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any member of bur armed forces
anywhere. Send him that Camel
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THE STORY SO FAR: Just when it
looks as though Norland Airways is
through, Cruger finds a “scientist”
named Frayne, who offers to pay well to
be flows to the Anawotto, a river in
Canada’s barren North Country, where
he hopes to find the breeding ground of
the trumpeter swan. This good news
helps to soften the blow when Cruger has
to tell his partner and ace flyer, Alan
Slade, that his application for overseas
service with the army air corps has been
turned down. Slade explains that he
signed up because he thought they would
lose the business. Cruger says he has
bought a new Lockheed that will keep
them going for a while. He and Alan
are discussing their new client, who is
apparently not inexperienced, having re-
cently returned from an expedition to
the Himalayas.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER II
“What was this man Frayne after
in the Himalayas?” Slade asked.
“The Great Tibetan Sheep. Kar-
nell, he explained, was his shikari
on both occasions. But Karnell
doesn’t count. All he does, appar-
ently, is supply the brawn. It’s our
man of science who supplies the
brain in that outfit.”
“Wasn’t your nature-lover shoot-
ing wide of the mark when he went
looking for sheep in winter? It’s in
spring and summer sheep come
down, anywhere. Every hunter
knows that.”
Cruger’s chair-shift was one of
impatience.
“Don’t worry about your passen-
gers. Your business, Lindy, is fly-
ing. And if you feel that dreamy-
eyed ornithologist is after gold, like
all the rest of them, you’ll think
along another line when you’ve seen
him. He’s different. And before
summer’s over, you may be sure,
he'll be calling for supplies.”
“Should he go in there to starve?”
questioned Slade.
“He won’t starve,” retorted the
other. “He’s well heeled, his pa-
pers are in order, and the Royal
Mounted have okayed his excursion.
He's carrying a lot of equipment.”
Cruger’s glance went to the win-
dow. ‘'They’ll be bringing over their
stuff from the terminal any time
now.”
“Themselves?”
Cruger nodded.
, “It’s too precious, apparently, for
our port boys to handle. Before sun-
c»vn they'll be stowing it aboard
y<^- ship, and when they do you’d
bet\r stand by and check up on
theii\kit.”
C’rug^H
to make sure
he doestWBgjJPou an over-load.”
Slade ^outtoned his flyer’s coat,
“I’ll be back from McMurray in
two hoflrs,” he proclaimed. “And
I’ll check and double-check on that
swarf-stalker.”
Cruger glanced up at the route
map on the wall.
“An early start tomorrow should
give you light for landing. It won’t
be easy flying, remember.”
“I’ll fly baby elephants to the
Pole,” Slade announced, “if it’s go-
ing to keep this outfit on its feet.”
Cruger’s quiet smile was that of
a man with a trump card still in
his hand.
“But the important point,” he pur-
sued, “is that you’re not the only
one who didn’t get to the Front this
throw.” He paused for a moment as
though to give timing to a mes-
sage too important to be lightly ut-
tered. “I thought you'd like to know
that Doctor Morlock's daughter
didn’t swing in with that Red Cross
unit.
Slade turned away and looked at
the wall map. It was taking time,
apparently, for information so un-
expected to be absorbed.
“How do you know that?” Slade
demanded with just a trace of a
tremor in his voice.
The older man’s half-smile was
quickly smothered.
“It came from Morlock himself.
He’d the offer of a chair in medi-
cine at the University of Manitoba
and that girl of his was set on him
getting out of frontier-life flying. I
guess she felt he’d weaken if she
stepped out and went over-seas. But
the old boy stuck to his guns. He
said he was needed in the North
and would die with his boots on.
And that meant only one thing for a
girl like that. It meant she had to
stick to her dad.”
Even Cruger could smile a little
at the newer light that crept into
the Viking eyes.
“So she’s not going to England,”
Slade repeated.
“No, she’s flying to Coronation
with her father tomorrow,” Cruger
said, as he picked up the envelope.
• Slade’s glance remained preoccu-
pied. He had the look of a tired
swimmer who had unexpectedly
found solid ground under his feet.
Even the sunlight outside, when he
swung open the door, seemed a lit-
tle brighter. For there wasn’t, after
all, to be a wide Atlantic between
him and Lynn Morlock.
He drew a deep breath and turned
back to Cruger.
“You’re right about this outfit,”
he said. “We’re going to keep her
going.”
He swung the door shut on Cru-
ger’s smile. ~
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Alan Slade, jolting over the three-
mile trail between McMurray and
Waterways, sat back in Cassie
Olin’s taxi and let the road and Cas-
sie do their worst. But Cassie, he
saw, knew how to handle her dust-
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‘Buyin’ diamonds for your girl friend down the Basin?”
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covered old jallopy, probably the
most northerly taxicab, omitting
Alaska, on the continent. For Cas-
sie, who had driven an Arctic dog
team in her time, was both stal-
wart of body and resolute of spirit.
‘-‘Where’ll I be droppin’ you?”
asked Cassie, as they rolled into
the town’s wooden-fronted main
street.
“At Dillon, the jeweler’s,” Slade
told her.
“Euyin’ diamonds for your girl
friend down the Basin?”
Slade laughed.
‘‘There’s no such animal,” he
said, as he waved her good-by. But
he was wondering, at the moment,
if Lynn Morlock would be paying
her customary visit to St. Gabriel’s.
She’d be wanting supplies, before
heading north. For the North Was
empty of much that was needed
there. His present mission was evi-
dence enough of that. It involved,
he remembered, a wedding ring for
a love-lorn mine-worker at El Do-
rado, a mine-worker impatient to
travel in double-harness with a full-
bosomed Swede waitress who an-
swered to the name of Atlin Olga.
For five years now, Slade also
remembered, he had been an un-
attached shopping agent for the ex-
iles along the new frontier. He had
taken in. Christmas turkeys and ra-
dio sets, dancing slippers and to-
bacco, compasses and clock-keys.
H.e had swapped their beaver and
muskrat pelts for layettes and eot^
ton-flannel, and exchanged white
foxskins for baby food and safety
pins. He had matched yarn and
learned how to spot service-weight
Silk stockings and select slips of the
right tea-rose tint. He had sleuthed
out needed machine parts and
bought cough medicine and kidney
pills.
So the purchase of a wedding ring,
and even a wedding ring of the mas-
siveness and diameter designated
by the impatient groom, seemed
merely an incident in the day’s
work. He laughed a little as he in-
spected the big ring in its velvet
box.
His smile faded as he looked at
his watch. His plane, he remem-
bered, was awaiting his attention.
He turned and looked about for Cas-
sie’s taxi. He was still diffidently
searching the dusty street ends
when he heard his name called.
“Alan!”
It quickened his pulse. For he
knew that calling voice belonged to
Lynn Morlock, even before he
caught sight of her between the
loungers fringing the shop fronts.
She was, he saw, almost running
along the none too even sidewalk.
Her hair, close-clipped and boy-like,
shone mahogany-brown in the sun-
light and she carried her familiar
first-aid bag. There was neither
alarm nor excitement on her face.
But there was resolution in her
stride.
“Alan, come with me, quick,” she
called over her shoulder, without
slackening her pace.
“What’s happened*” Alan asked
as he swung in beside her.
“There’s been a fight,” she said,
between breaths. “There’s a man
bleeding to death. At least that’s
the word they sent.”
“Where is he?” asked Slade.
They turned up a side street,
where the idlers, both Indian and
white, could no longer gape after
them.
“At the Blue Goose,” was Lynn’s
answer. “It sounds like a severed
artery.”
Slade knew enough of frontier-
town gambling joints and gin mills
disguised as dance halls to realize
what they might have to face.
“That’s no place for a girl,” he
contended.
“Fve been in worse,” was Lynn’s
quick reply. ‘‘And you may have to
help me.”
“Why isn’t the Padre attending
to this?” he asked as he hurried on
beside her.
A shadow crossed the girl’s face.
“You know how Father feels
abdut drinking.”
“But even a drunken man can
die,” protested Slade.
...“I’m afraid Father would let
him,” was the girl’s answer to that.
“He’s no longer a doctor, where al-
coholics are concerned. He’s washed
his hands of them. And nothing will
ever change him.”
Slade remembered something
about that. It tied up, he recalled,
with the hazy story of the Flying
Padre’s abrupt migration from a
once-opulent city practice to the out-
posts of the Mackenzie Basin. Law-
rence Morlock, he remembered, had
his reasons for hating drunkenness.
For as Slade was able to piece the
story together, Lynn’s father had
been one of New York’s most suc-
cessful surgeons. He had flown high
and flown fast, until the tragic death
of his wife brought him up short.
The enemy he was fighting on a
well-fortified front line dropped like
a parachutist in his own home. Be-
wildered and stunned, but refusing
to give ground, he had sought relief
in over-work and alcohol. But one
night when called from a night club
for an emergency operation his hand
had failed him and his patient, a
pillar of Wall Street, had died on
the table. That death, the surgeon
always felt, was due to his own
drunkenness. It rang the curtain
down on all his earlier feverish
scramble for wealth. He cabled
his daughter Lynn, then in Switzer-
land, that he was giving up his prac-
tice and selling his city home. He
quietly dropped out of his old life
and, a year later, reappeared as a
relief-worker when a flu epidemic
was decimating the northern camps
of Canada. His field broadened as
he learned the need for medical
service along the outer fringes of
t|e New Frontier, and he equipped
seif with a plane which was used
i v/many a“ mercy flight.
IBs daughter Lynn was proving
t erself a chip of the old block. For
fen she realized her father was
nberly happy in that work and
initely committed to what she
a rfcepted as a life of expiation, she
quietly went in training as a nurse,
equipped herself as a co-worker
With the Padre, and joined him in
his silent yet stoic campaign of re-
demption. She had stuck to him
with a tender loyalty.
“If this is going to be a murder
case,” he contended, “why not noti-
fy the police?”
‘‘It mustn’t he murder,” cried
Lynn. To the man following her
she looked reassuringly fearless in
the slanting northern sunlight.
They must have been waiting for
her in the Blue Goose. The door
opened, expectantly, even before she
reached it.
“Where is he?” the girl asked of
the pock-marked man in his shirt
sleeves. He closed and locked the
door before answering.
“In here,” he said with a side
glance of hostility as Slade pushed
in after the girl. The sound of a
phonograph blaring out dance music
in some outer room suddenly came
to a stop. A bold-eyed woman, heav-
ily rouged, backed away at the per-
emptory hand wave of the proprie-
tor, who opened a second door and
pointed inside, without advancing.
His first impression of the room,
as he entered, was one of blood.
There was blood on the cover of an
overturned table, on the floor and on
the summer parka worn by a figure
half-lying and half-crouching along
a stained wicker couch splashed
with red.
Slade couldn’t tell whether the
man in the parka was being held up
or held down by an aproned and
yellow-faced bartender who sat with
one arm about the wounded man
and looked up at them with the
round eyes of a bewildered rabbit
as the girl with the bag ran to his
side. It wasn’t until she pushed
the, aproned man away that Slade
recognized the face above the parka.
It was the parka that he recog-
nized first. He promptly identified it
as the garment that had been given
to Slim Tumstead by Air-Command-
er Rollins-Benson on the occasion of
a bush-fire flight in which Slim had
proved both his flying ability and
his fearlessness.
It was Slim Tumstead looking up
at him with a one-sided and slightly
sardonic smile.
“I’m all right,” he stubbornly
protested. But his voice was thin
with weakness.
“Let’s see,” challenged Lynn,
with her bag already open. Each
movement was quick and decisive
as she examined her patient. “Get
me water,” she commanded, with-
out turning her head, “water that’i
been boiled.”
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