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The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-08-25
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to fulfill his game contract by ap- plying his knowledge of the dis tribution of the spade suit.
 Of course the bidding was not orthodox West, not vulnerable, was trying desperately to save the rub
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Mir and Mrs. Charles Winthrop French of West Hill road, North Newington, announce the engage ment of their daughter, Miss Mar jorie Frances French, to Edward Martin Cookson, Jr., son of MT. and Mrs. Edward M Cookson of this city.
 Miss French attended Morse Busi- ness college. MT. Cookson was grad uated from Rensselaer, Polytechnic Institute, in Troy, N. Y.
 No date has been set for the we'd ding.
 MT. and Mrs. B. M. Rabinowitz. of Cooke St., announce the Bar Mitzvah of their son Gerald, which will be held at Beth Israel syna- gogue on Saturday Aug. 27, at 10 a. m. The family will have open house all day Sunday, the 28th, at their home, 660 Cooke street, and all their friends are invited.
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SYNOPSIS

Alan Cameron, young trapper. Noel. his
Indian partner and Rough, husky Ungava
sled dog, look in vain for the Montagnals
trappers' camp in the deSolate Big River
country of Northern Canada Their sup
plies destroyed by wolverines. they are
forced to subsist on wolf meat until
they come, amazed, to a substantial log
house in the wilderness of Talking River.
where they are greeted by a big blond
man with a gun. Introducing himself
as John McCord. hunter the big man asks
Alan il he dares go with him next year
20 the River of Skulls beyond the Sinking
Lakes. where no man is said to have
been before. Heather McCord. the
daughter who had come with him to the
wilderness, wins the immediate devotion
OF Rough. On the eve of Alan's de-
parture for Fort George. McCord sud-
denly tells him to bring him back some
dogs. and to keep his mouth shut to
questions. He gives the boy money.
warning him not to show it at Fort
George. and promises to explain all
later. Returned to Fort George. Alan
meets Mcqueen and Slade. Provincial
police. with Arsene Rivard. clerk, and
Alan's rival for Berthe Dessane, with
whom he is in love. The two police are
looking for a guide to the Big River will
derness. Accidentally Alan drops one of
McCord's bills and when questioned in
sists he had got it from Neil Campbell.
whose life he had saved at Whale River
two years before. He realizes he must
make good his lie by going north and
seeing Campbell before anyone else has
had a chance to talk to him. Berthe's
father tells Alan the police are after
man wanted for murder, and have hired
a boat to check Alan's story at Whale
River. Alan beats the police to Whale
Island. en- route to Richmond to get his
dogs. Alan returns to Fort George. An
other government agent. a seductive
Mrs. Hanbury. arrives by plane. tries to
bargain with him to tell her the where
abouts of McCord and his daughter. The
only outcome is Berthe's jealousy. Mis-
cradle over Berthe's coolness, Alan sus-
poets Rivard of poisoning her mind.
When Mcqueen asks Alan when they
start north, Alan agrees-saying they
viii leave as soon as they can be pre-
pared. Alan says good-by to Berthe.
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Hindu Women Practice the Makeup Art;
Secrets Passed From Mother to Daughter

The women of India practice an
art of makeup whose secrets have
been handed down from mother to
daughters for numberless genera
tions, writes a correspondent in
the New York Times.
Of dark brown complexion and
plump, the Hindu woman subjects
her body to a carefully prescribed
course of anointments and mas
sages. Twice a week. on Tuesdays
and Fridays, when the stars are
most propitious, her handmaidens
pound, squeeze and rub her from
head to foot with coconut, sesame
or mustard OIL The ointments are
washed off with the bark of the
soapnut tree. which grows wild in
the forests of India. The bark is
shredded into thin flakes and serves
both as soap and sponge.
The hair, too, is treated with oils
-coconut oil imparting luster to the
locks, sesame bringing curls, and
mustard deepening the black color.
The Hindu woman loves jet-black
hair; platinum, auburn or blond,
she knows, would not suit her
swarthy skin. The modern type
shortens her hair as her sister of
the Western world does; the ortho-
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Mcqueen thrust out his big hand
and gripped Alan's. Now you're
talking like good citizen, my boy!"
he cried, slapping the hunter on the
back. Shake with the boys, Tom.
I knew they'd come through"
So with much handshaking and
patting of Alan's broad back the
police left to cross to their camp.
When they were well out of hearing
on the river, Alan turned to Noel.
1T was our best chance" he said,
Ito send them up the Mad River.
Wen take them into the Caribou
Lake country and lose them, while
one of US strikes cross country to
the Talking and warns John. l was
afraid, Noel, they'd want to try the
Talking first, so l threw up my
hands to head them off"
"Ah-hah! We get dem cen dose
nance lettle lac, were de water run
bot way, den dey not get out til de
ice"
For long space Alan sat staring
into the fire. 'Itll give John a
chance to lose himself somewhere
over the height-of-land before they
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dOx prefers her locks long and gath
cred in knot, according to caste,
above or behind her head or plated
into tail. Whatever the coiffeur's s
shape, it us entwined with gay petals
Of rose, jasmine or screW-pine.
Miss America manicures her
nails; Miss India uses henna after
an ancient fashion. Once applied on
fingers and toes. the dye leaves a
reddish covering which lasts for two
months, or until the nails hive grown
out. Instead of plucking eyebrows
and lashes, the Hindu woman uses
"soorma"-a black liquid polish
prepared from the SCOT of a wick
dipped in coconut oil. This gives a
deep-set effect to the eyes-for Hin
du eyes must be fathomless, like the
sea.
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Paderewski's Discipline

The greatest pianist Of the ages is
Paderewski, son of Poland, citizen
of the world. We Incline to think
of him as special favorite of the
gods, so endowed above the earthly.
Doubtless so! But the gods would
have failed him unless he had done
his part. He, too, must keep on
paying the price. When he lapses
his musical discipline one day, he
sees the difference; two days and
those close to him detect the lack;
a week and the world is somehow
conscious of the let-down of his bril-
liant technique. So, travelling over
mountain or plain or sea, he carries
a keyboard of standard piano size
and action. Hour after hour as he
journeys, he sits at this keyboard
and pays the price of his artistry.
Few of us were designed for such
outstanding front ranks as these.
Mostly we have modest places in
the work we must do for the world.
The same law prevails. We excel
or hold our own only by continually
paying. A successful young sales
man was telling what a rotten can
vass" he had made the day before,
how he stumbled over his story and
what a poor impression he had
made on the man he was trying to
sell. His clear-cut explanation was
that he had been doing other things
for week, hadn't worked at his
job and had again to pay the price
of getting back to where he was
master of his situation.
l did not engage the two costly
rooms at the swanby hotel in the
quaint little town among the hills.
But have been glad that shopped
there and grateful to the young
clerk. His vivid reply which at the
time seemed intended to put me
where l belonged, has sent me ex-
ploring along many roads in the
realm of life and of living-you get
just what you pay for.
Copyright-WNU Service,
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Eavo4ite Recfpe
on the Mek~
HONEY FUDGE CAKE

Cream l2 cup butter
Add p cup sugar and cream thoroughly.
while gradually adding 70 cup honey
Add well beaten egg yolks. and beat
well
Sift together cups cake flour. tea
spoons baking powder. Il teaspoon
salt. - cup cocoa
Add to creamed mixture alter
nately with p cup sweet milk
Beat 3 egg whites until stiff. Grad
ually beat in 15 cup sugar. Fold
into batter. Pour into 2 well
creased layer cake pans and bake
30 minutes.
Icing for Cake.
To tablespoons butter, add l
cup powdered sugar, and cream.
Add p teaspoon vanilla and 11a
squares melted chocolate. Add an
other cup powdered sugar. Beat
well, adding tablespoons heated
honey until frosting will spread
easily.
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side combs. There was quite
fad for making luncheon sets OF
them braided or arranged in va
rious designs and sewn with fine
stitches on the wrong side.
The design shown here is com
pact and, copied in rather heavy
cord, makes an ideal hot dish mat.
Follow the sketches for directions.
Make the circles in pairs, as
shown, using No 40 cotton thread
to sew them. Braid three cords
together and then sew the braided
strip around and around to make
the center of the mat. Sew a
row of the circles to the edge Of
this center part, then add another
braided row, being careful to
lease in" the inside edge just
enough to keep the mat fiat. Con-
tinue adding alternate rows of cir
cles and braiding until the mat is
the size desired.
To join the ends of the braided
rows, pull one end through the
braiding to the wrong side of the
mat; then trim the ends and sew
them flat. 1t is not too early to
begin thinking of Christmas gifts
and you will be wanting to make
something bit unusual for that
next bazaar when it comes rolling
around. Sewing Book 2, Enbroid-
cry, Gifts and Novelties, is full of
new ideas all clearly illustrated
with step-by-step pictures. Send
for it today and give life a new
interest by starting some fascinat-
ing piece of hand work. Enclose
25 cents and address Mrs. Spears,
21O S. Desplaines ST, Chicago, Ill
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General and Poet

In the early days of its existence
the Spartans, being badly in need
of general sent to Athens for one.
The Athenians, not wishing to give
them too good a one, sent them a
gouty schoolmaster, one Tyrtaeus, as
being the most unlikely person on
earth for the task. But Tyrtaeus
was poet and by his poetry, which
took martial turn, he so animated
his new countrymen that he turned
out a good general after all.
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Byron Wrote SneediIv

Lord Byron, the English poet, was
one of those fortunate beings to
whom genius came easily, and was
therefore little appreciated. He
wrote the book, THE Corsair." in
10 days, the Bride of Abydos" in
four days. ard another while un-
dressing after balls and masQuer'
AIDES,
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CHAPTER VI-COntinued

Three days upstream, where the
Big River roars down from the high
plateau in a series of falls and
chutes and the Indian trail. for a
hundred miles. follows a chain of
lakes, Alan brought Mcqueen and
Slade to his camp.
We're going to see a lot Of each
other in the next few MONTHS" be-
gan the older officer, why can't we
shake hands on this and be friend.
Iy?"
What do you mean. friendly?"
demanded Alan. studying the inSin-
uating, close-set eyes of the other.
you're police. You can give me
orders"
Day after day. the men slaved
at pole, paddle and tracking line as
they assembled the great river. AS
the August days drew to close and
the nights sharpened with frost the
canoes reached the forks in the high
tundra country. Northeast, three
days hard polling up the strong wa
ter of the Mad River, was Alan's
hunting country.
Fifty miles to the east, on the
Talking, stood a cabin in a clear
ing where man waited with a girl
for the coming of a canoe. Far to
the south, the great lakes Nichicun
and Patemisk emptied into the Con-
Juror, the largest of the three
branches.
The night the canoes reached the
forks. the police came to Alan's
camp.
We'll, Cameron, we're here" said
Mcqueen, with sigh of satisfac-
ton. lighting his pipe with a red
ember from the supper fire. Now
it's up to you to decide whether
you're going to stay stiff necked
and later pay the penalty of the law,
or will decide to be sensible and
talk"
We've been all over this, SER
geant," demurred Alan, with an air
of Indifference which belied the anx-
iety that harassed him. IT'S not
up to me. It's up to you. You
say McCord is somewhere in this
country. Now which river are you
going to take to the height-of-land?"
For a space Mcqueen closely
studied the battling features Of the
man whose gray gaze did not wa
yer. Then his shaggy brows met
and his pale eyes glittered ominous-
ly. We're going to cover all three
rivers before the ice," he snapped.
Alan glanced at Noel. There was
not time to cover the wide head
waters of even one river before the
Ice. His heart pulsed in his throat
as he asked with seeming indiffer-
ence: We'll, which f1rst?"
Your country's on this north
branch, you say" Mcqueen leaned
toward the other as he went on, in
sinuatingly: We'll, young man, I
figure that's just where you ran into
McCord-in your own country"
Like a fash, inspiration came to
Alan. Here was his chance! Slowly
over his bronzed features crept a
look of fruStration-of defeat. His
eyes shifted before the fixed stare
Of the policeman as, expelling the
breath from his lungs in a deep sigh,
he Mortified the listening Noel with:
What's the use! You're bound to
get him before you're Throughout
police always do, they tell me. We
met McCord last winter on the head
water lakes Of the Mad River"
On the Indians swart features
there was a lightning swift transi-
ton from look of panied surprise
to one of stole aoquiescence. Grave
ly he nodded agreement with Alan S
startling admission, as he met
Slade's sudden glance.
"Ah-hah! So that's it, Is it?" With
S~1nt of satisfaction the delighted
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come back here to the forks and
start with their dogs to hunt for him
on the first snow"
wat dey do wild us-dose po-
leece. wen dey see we fool dem?"
This will make us outlaws, Noel
helping a man wanted for murder.
Outlaws"
The Montagnais Moon OF the
Failing Leaves" was riding the sky
above the Understandable valley
of the Talking River. The days of
the long twilights were over and,
earlier and earlier, the swarming
stars stippled the violet sky. One
September morning, a girl stood on
the shore of the river beside a path
leading back through the timber to
a clearing. She wore heavy whip
cord breecheS, laced below the knee,
high woolen socks and moccasins.
At her belt of plated caribou hide
hung a small skinning knife in a
sheath ornamented with colored
beads. In her strong, round arms,
from which the sleeves Of her gray,
woolen shirt were rolled high above
the elbow, was a bundle Of washing.
The girl put the clothes to soak
in a small pool dug in the sand
beach, then dropped to her knees
and with a finger idly made trac-
ings in the sand. After a while the
swish of whipping wings caused her
to lift her eyes. Within few yards
of the shore three sheldrake skit-
tered downstream. A Canada jay
croaked from an aspen whose yell
low leaves shivered in the breeze.
She looked at her tracings and
smiled as she read the name. Alan
Cameron. Again there was a whip
ping of wings and five sheldrake
passed.
Il wonder what's startled the
ducks?" she said aloud. glancing
up river.
Far above her Heather made out
a dark object moving along the op-
posite shore downstream. appear
ing, only to disappear again among
the willows and alders.
"a bear!" she cried.
Then her mouth opened slowly in
surprise as she stared at the oppo-
site shore. 'Why-there it isl" she
gasped. But it's not a bear! It's
it's a dogl 1t can't be! Yes, it is,
it's-who-hool Roughly! Roughly"
she cried, deliricus with excitement
as she danced on the beach.
Like a statue, on the opposite
shore stood black husky with white
face markings, chest and socks, in
tently watching her.
Roughly! Roughly" she called,
frantically waving her arms at the
motionless animal, while tears
blurred her eyes. "Oh. they're back!
Alan's back!" she repeated ecstati-
cally, between sobs. He didn't
forget us! Alan s-back!"
The watching dog went quick with
life. With wild yelping he plunged
into the swift river, his powerful
legs driving him like piston rods.
Keeping abreast Of him as the cur
rent carried him downstream, the
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girl followed the shore. calling to
him as he swan.
Roughly, dear old Roughly!
Where's Alan, boy?"
His feet touched bottom and, with
a lnge, he was out. With a shake
the great dog sent the water flying,
then froze as if carved from stone,
ears forward, nostrils working, as
he studied her through oblique eyes.
Roughly, don't you know Heath
err"
He reached her with a bound,
shifted at her outstretched hands,
then rearing, as he whined his rec
ognition, beat her shoulders with
his great paws while his red tongue
sought her face
Circling the wet neck of the Wrig-
Cling dog with her arms, Heather
kissed the white star on the mas
sive skull, then with the yelping
husky leaping beside her, she re-
turned to the landing beach. There,
leaving her. he quickly disappeared
up the path to the cabin and as
quickly returned
Where did you leave Alan,
Rough? Where's Alan?" she de-
manded. seizing the dog by his jowls
and looking into his brown eyes.
The husky sprang away from her
and stood with nostrils working, gaz-
ing at the opposite shore; then, yelp-
ing. he plunged into the river
"Who-hoo-o-ol Heather!" drifted
across the water. There, on the
stony beach stood a man, a lump
line across his forehead supporting
the pack on his back. Beside him
rornped three huge dogs.
Heather waved in return. her
knees shaking with excitement and
the JOY of seeing him. "Who-hoo-o-o,
Alan!"
Running to a canoe lying bottom
up on the beach, she turned it and
lifting it by the gunwale. slid it
into the stream and padded hard
in the wake Of the swimming Rough
'You-you kept your word! You
didn't forget u.s." she choked. wink
ing back the tears as the boat
grounded.
Alan dropped his pack and seized
both the girls hands as he swung
her from the canoe. Heather Nc
Cord" he laughed, his appraising
eyes sweeping her strong. graceful
figure from golden crown to mocca-
sins. What big girl you've grown
since l saw you'll"
"Oh. dad'll be so glad, Alan! He
was beginning to think"
Cameron's bronzed features So
bered as he thought of the police he
had left over on the Mad head
waters. But you, Heather. you
knew I'd keep my word?"
She nodded: Yes, l knew What
a shock Rough gave me, Alan!
thought he was a bear when l first
saw him upstream.
He knew your"
Knew me? He swan over when l
called and almost smothered me,
the old dear"
That's more than l did. Heath
er," he laughed.
Heather's eyes fell before his.
"Oh, you got your dogs and what
beauties!" she cried as the three
Ungavas thrashed in the water of
the shore. yelping at the swimming
Rough.
Two slate-grays and a brown
one! Dad'n be so glad! Why he's
talked about nothing but your COM
ing back"
Here you. Shot, Powder!" he
called. Come here! Don't try to
touch them now, Heather. You're
shy of strangers. aren't you Rogue.
you old sinner!"
The dogs came in from the wa
ter and gathered around Alan.
They're wonderful looking dogs,
Alan, she agreed. with a swift
glance at the Ungavas, but her eyes
could not long leave the tall figure
of the man; they fingered on the
dark. crisp hair, the bold features
and the laughing deep-set eyes.
Better not try to get acquainted
too quickly, eh. Shot?" He seized
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an ear of the slate-gray who stopped
in his romping to nuzzle Alan 8
head Where's John?"
"Chopping wood. he'll be back for
lunch"
Lunch? Say, Heather, I'm
starved" said the traveller. Il ate
a bite at daylight and have been
crossing these hills all morning."
you poor man! Come over and
I'll feed youi"
Later as the savory odors Of corn
bread, caribou and tea filed the
cabin, the fierce yelping of the Un-
gavas brought Alan on a run to the
clearing.
Call off your dogs! By the Lord
Harry. Alan Cameron, you're part
ner after my own heartl Look at
those pups! Welcome back, my
lad!" The great voice of John Nc
Cord doomed at Alan as he quieted
the younger dogs.
Allan, you're good for sore eyes,
lad! I've been worried about you'll"
Holding the smiling Cameron at
arms length, the giant tested the
others arms and shoulders. Fit to
fight for a kings ransom, boyi
Tough as tamarack! My. but I'm
glad to see you back"
There's your dogs" grinned Al
an. straight from the Nastapokss.
Like 'em?"
Like 'em?" cried the delighted
McCord. They're beautiesl How
old?"
About fourteen months. They'll
be full grown, almost. by spring"
Coat and bone and size, they've
got everything, Alan! Now you and
l own the world"
Alan searched the blue eyes Of
the older man. Could it be true
that John McCord was a murderer
"a man who would kill his wife?
He could not believe it.
You've forgotten one thing,
John" he finally said.
"One thing-What d'you mean?"
THE police!"
McCord's brows knotted beneath
the gashed forehead. Police? What
have the police to do with us?"
The big man looked hard at the
other. What's on your mind, boy?
You haven't been followed from
Fort George? They don't know I'm
here?"
Alan nodded. That's just it. The
police know!'
McCord thrust his puzzled face
close to Alan's. THE police? You
mean police at Fort George?"
Yes"
What in thunder are they doing
there?"
Looking for-you."
For ms2" The blond giant threw
back his head and roared as Alan
watched with sober face You Sc.
rious? What-what's all this mys-
terry? l don't understand"
John" said Alan, when l was
at the Revillon Freres l dropped a
bin you gave me from my tobacco
bag. Fve-I've been poor partner
to put your trust in"
We'll, suppose you did, you didn't
tell anyone where you got it?''
mo, but the police saw it.
The big man scratched his head,
then turned an uncomprehending
look on the other. You say there
are police at Fort George looking
for me? What am l wanted for?"
Murder"
Alan watched the others eyes as
a lynx watches wood mouse. But
a look of blank amazement was
their sole expression. "Who've l
murdered?"
That's why | wanted to keep it
from Heather. They say at Fort
George that you killed your wife"
McCord's face suddenly flushed
under the bronze. Then his eyes
hardened to ice-blue as he sucked in
a deep breath. 'Murdered-my
wife!" He took a step and turned,
running his fingers through his thick
Hair. She's dead - then rpur-
dered?"
(TO BE CONTINUED
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PRICE OF
PERFECTION ,
If being tops" in your line
cost you nothing. IT would be
worth Just that much TO you'll
BY WINIFRED WILLARD.

A/E CAME at twilight to home
w like town among the hills Of
Maryland. There we would stop for
the night. I shopped for rooms
something comfortable at modest
cost. At the best looking hotel, the
dapper young clerk quoted rates
that would have knocked my depres-
sion purse silly. told him so. He
replied, We'll, you get just what
you pay for!" It's true.
There was that symphony orches-
ira which we heard through the sea-
son where 60 men played as one.
No out-of-time or out-of-tune or out
of-balance. Just glorious, classic
music. 1t looked so easy, all grace
and beauty and harmony. Every
note was just right But every play
er there had paid hours a day, year
after year of grilling work, for the
power to have his part in that en-
semble. The flutist, they say, is
premier of all in the world. He
played the very heart out of US
with his eerie, almost divine melo-
dies. 1t seemed SO simple. He is
paying through all the years, the
price Of his continued mastery. That
is what makes it so worthwhile.
If excelling cost these musicians
nothing. it would be worth nothing
to them. If being topper in your
line cost you nothing, it would be
worth just that much to you!