The Cushing Independent (Cushing, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 3, 1918 Page: 2 of 7
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The Story of
a, Dog That
Turned Wolf
By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD
Copyright Bobbt-Merrill Co.
WIJH WONDERFUL ANIMAL INSTINCT, KAZAN SENSES.
DEATH NEAR HIM, AND LOVING JOAN, DECIDES
TO STAY BY HER TEMPORARILY
Kazan, a vicious Aluskun sledge dog. one-quarter wolf, saves the
life of Thorpe, his muster, und Is taken along when the master goes to
civilization to meet his bride und return with her to the frozen coun-
try. Even Thorpe Is ufrald to touch Kazun, but Isobel, the dog's now
mistress, wins his uffectlon at once. On the way northward Me-
Cready, a dog-teum driver, Joins the party and the following night
beats the master Insensible und attacks the bride. Kuzan kills Mc-
Cready, flees to the woods, Joins a wolf pack, whips the leader, takes
a young mate, Gray Wolf, and a few nights later drives off the puck
which hud attucked human beings and protects a sick man, his daugh-
ter, Joan, and her baby. Won by their kindness the wolf-dog submits
to adoption by Joan.
CHAPTER VII—Continued.
I'lerre knelt beside her. H6 whs
proffering something, and Kazan
smelled meat. But It was the girl's
hand that made him tremble and
shiver, and when she drew buck, urging
him to follow her, he dragged himself
painfully u foot or two through the
snow. Not until then did the girl seo
Ills mangled leg. In an Instant she had
forgotten all caution, und wus down
close ut his side.
"He can't walk," she cried, a sudden
tremble In her voice. "Look, mon pere 1
Here Is a terrible cut. We must carry
him."
"I guessed that much," replied Itnd-
Isson. "For that reason I brought the
blanket. Mon Dieu, listen to that!"
From the darkness of the forest
there come a low wulllng cry.
Kuzun lifted his head and a trem-
bling whine answered In his throat. It
was Gray Wolf calling to him.
It wus a miracle thnt Pierre Rudls-
nou should put the blanket about Ka-
BHti, and carry him In to the camp,
without scratch or bite. It was this
miracle thnt he achieved, with Joan's
uriu resting on Kazan's shaggy neck as
she held one end of the blanket. They
laid him down close to the flre, and aft-
er a little It wus the man again who
brought warm water and washed awuy
the blood from the torn leg, and then
put something on It that wus soft and
warm and soothing, and tlnully bound
a cloth about It.
All this was strange and new to Ka-
zan. Pierre's hand, as well us the
girl's, stroked his heud. It was the man
who brought him a gruel of meal and
tallow, and urged him to eat, while
Joan sat with her chin In her two
hands, looking at the dog, and tulklug
to him. After this, when he was quite
comfortable, and no longer nfrald, he
heard a strange small cry from the
furry bundle on the sledge that brought
his head up with a Jerk.
Joan saw the movement, and heard
the low answering whimper In his
throat. She turned quickly to the
bundle, talking and cooing to It ns she
took It In her arms, und then she
pulled buck the bearskin so that Kazan
could see. lie had never seen a baby
' efore, nnd Joan held It out before
him, so that he could look straight at
It and see whnt a wonderful crenture it
a'US. Its little pink face stured stead-
ily at Kazan. Its tiny fists renched
out, and It made queer little sounds ut
him, and then suddenly It kicked and
.creamed with delight and laughed. At
those sounds Kazan's whole body re-
laxed, and he drugged himself to the
girl's feet.
"See, he likes the baby!" she cried.
"Mon pere, we must give him a nunie.
What shull It be?"
"Walt till morning for that," replied
the father. "It Is late, Joan. Go Into
the tent, and sleep. We have uo dogs
now, and will travel slowly. So we
luust start early."
t -,VVItb ber lmud on the tent-flap, Joan
turned.
"He came with the wolves," she said.
"Let us call him Wolf." With one arm
she was holding the little Joan. The
other she stretched out to Kazan.
"Wolf! Wolf!" she called softly.
Kazan's eyes were on her. He knew
that she was speaking to him, aud he
drew himself u foot toward her.
"He knows It already!" she cried.
"Good night, mon pere."
said, twisting his beard. Suddenly he
clenched his fists.
His hollow racking cough convulsed
him, again.
"Home!" he panted, clutching his
chest. "It's eighty miles straight north
—to the Churchill—and I pruy to God
we'll get there—with the kids—before
my lungs give out."
Ho rose to his feet, and staggered a
little as he walked. There wus u collur
about Kuznn'8 neck, and he chulned
him to the sledge. After thut he
dragged three or four small logs upon
the flre, and went quietly Into the tent
where Joan and the baby were already
asleep. Several times that night Kazan
heard the distant voice of Gray Wolf
culling for him, but something told him
that he must not answer It now. To-
ward dawn Gruy Wolf came close in to
the camp, nnd for the first time Kuznn
replied to her.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Message.
Knznn's howl awakened the man. He
came out of the tent, peered for a few
moments up at the sky, built up the flre,
and began to prepare breakfast. He
patted Kuzun .on the head, and gave
him a chunk of meat. Jonn cume out
u few moments later, leaving the bnby
asleep In the tent. She run up and
kissed Pierre, and then dropped down
on her knees beside Kuzun, und tulked
to him almost as he had heard her talk
c
"I Guessed That Much.'
to the baby. When she Jumped up to
help her father, Kazan followed her,
aud when Joan saw him standing firm-
ly upon his legs she gave a cry of
pleasure.
It was a strange Journey that began
Into the north that day. Pierre Kadls-
son emptied the sledjje of everything
but the teilt, blankets, food and the
furry neat for baby Joan. Then he har-
nessed himself In the traces and
dragged the sledge over the snow. He
coughed Incessantly.
"It's a cough I've had half the win-
ter," lied Pierre, careful that Joan saw
no sign of blood on his lips or beard.
"I'll keep In the cabin for a week when
we get home."
Even Kazan, with thnt strange beast
knowledge which man, unable to ex-
plain, colls Instinct, knew that what he
r'tanV Tme^tter she had gone I said 'was not the truth. Perhaps it
i . . . - . r. 1 A MM.%1 ■! I\.tilll ll.'.l ltl\ llflljl At Milt1
riotously with a Joy which his body
did not reveal.
This day the chief • thing that he
came to understand wus thut the little
creature on the sledge was very pre-
cious to the girl who stroked his head
and talked to him, and that It was very
helpless. He learned, too, that Joan
was most delighted, and that her voice
was softer and thrilled him more
deeply, when he paid attention to that
little, warm, living thing in the bear-
skin.
For a long time after they made
camp Pierre Radisson sat beside the
flre. Tonight he did not smoke. He
stared straight into the flames. When
at lust he rose to go into the tent
with the girl and the baby, he bent
over Kazan and examined his hurt.
"You've got to work In the traces to-
morrow, boy," he said. "We must
make the river by tomorrow night. It
we don't—"
He. did not finish. He was choking
back one of those tearing coughs when
the tent-flap dropped behind him. Ka-
zan lay stiff and alert, his eyes filled
with a strange anxiety. He did not
like to see Radisson enter the tent,
for stronger than ever there hung that
oppressive mystery In the air about
him, and It seemed to be a part of
Pierre.
Three times that night he heard
faithful Gray Wolf culling for him
deep In the forest, and each time he
unswered her. Towurd dawn she
came in close to camp. Once he caught
the scent of her when she circled
uround in the wind, und he tugged nnd
whined at the end of his chain, hoping
thut she would come in and lie down at
his side. But no sooner had Radisson
moved in the tent than Gray Wolf was
gone. The man's fuce was thinner,
and his eyes were redder this morn-
ing. His cough was not so loud or so
rending. It was like a wheeze, as If
something had given way Inside, and
before the girl came out he clutched
his hands often to his throat. Joan's
face whitened when she saw him.
Anxiety gave way to fear In her eyes.
Pierre Radisson laughed when she
flung her arms about him, and coughed
to prove that what he said was true.
"You see the cough Is not so bad,
my Joan," he said. "It is breaking up.
You cannot have forgotten, ma cherie?
It always leaves one red-eyed and
weak."
It was a cold, bleak, dark day that
followed, and through It Kazan and
the man tugged at the fore of the
sledge, with Joan following in the
trail behind. Knznn's wound no longer
hurt him. He pulled stendlly with ull
his splendid strength, and the mnn
never lashed him once, but patted him
with his mlttened hand on head und
back. The day grew stendlly durker,
und In the tops of the trees there wus
the low moaning of a storm.
Darkness and the coming of the
storm did not drive Pierre Radisson
Into camp. "We must reach the river,"
he said to himself over and over again.
"We must reach the river—we must
reach the river—" And he steadily
urged Kazan on to greater effort, while
his own strength at the end ofi the
traces grew less.
It had begun to storm when Pierre
stopped to build a flre at noon. The
snow fell straight down in a white
deluge so thick that It hid the tree
trunks fifty yards away. Pierre
laughed when Joan shivered and snug-
gled close up to him with the baby In
her arms. He waited only an hour,
and then fastened Kaznn In the traces
again, and buckled the straps once
more about his own waist. In the silent
gloom thnt was almost night Pierre
carried his compass in his hand, and
ut last, late In the afternoon, they
came to a break in the timber line, and
ahead of them lay a plain, across
which Radisson pointed an exultant
hand.
"There's the river, Jof.n," he said,
his voice faint and husky. "We can
camp here now and wait for the storm
to pass."
Under a thick clump of spruce he
put up the tent, and then began gath-
ering firewood. Jonn helped him. As
soon as they had boiled coffee and
eaten a supper of meat and toasted
biscuits, Joan went into the tent and
dropped exhausted on her thick bed
of balsam boughs, wrapping herself
and the bnby up close In the skins and
blankets. Tonight she had no word
for Kazan. And Pierre was glad thnt
she was too tired to sit beside the flre
and talk.
Kazan lifted his head nnd whined. More than once he had scented death
"She's colling for you. boy," sold In tepees and cabins, which he had not
Pierre understanding!?. ?n<? more fthnn ™ce *le
He coughed, and clutched n hnnd to sniffed at the mystery of deoth that
his breast where the pain seemed rend- was not quite present, but near—Just
" " hln) ' as he hud caught at a distance the
"Frost-bitten lung," he suld, speak- subtle wurnlng of storm nnd of flre.
lng straight at Kazan. "Got It early In J And thut strange thing seemed to be
the winter, up at Fond du Lac. Hope
we'll get home—in time—with the
kids.'
In the loneliness and emptiness ot
th< ijlg northern wilderness one falls
Into the habit of talking to one's self.
But Kazan's heud was alert, and Ills
eyes watchful, so Pierre spoke to him.
"We've got to get them home, and
there * only you and uie to do It," ho
very near to him now, as he followed
at the end of his chnin behind the
sledge. It made lilm restless, nnd half
a dozen times, when the sledge
stopped, he sniffed at the bit of hu-
manity burled In the bearskin. Each
time that he did this Joan was quick-
ly at his side, and twice she patted
his scarred and grizzled head until
[ every drop of blood in his body leaped
The fine, brave dog strain in
Kazan comes to the front again
In a crisis and once more he
performs a great service—as de-
scribed in the next installment.
iTO BB CONTINUED.)
Marvelous Banyan Tree.
The giant hunyan under which Alex-
ander is said to hnve comped with
7,000 meu, now measures nenrly 1,000
feet across the hend, contnlns about
3,000 trunks and forms a dense can-
opy through which the sunshine never
penetrates. Several oth*r species also
propagate In like manner.
ATTENTION! ^
Sick Women
To do your duty during these trying
times your health should be your first
consideration. These two wc>men
tell how they found health.
Hellam, Pa.—"I took Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg-
etable Compound for female troubles and a dis-
placement. I felt all rundown and was very weak.
I had been treated by a physician without results,
bo decided to give Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound
a" trial, and felt better right away. I am keeping house
since last April and doing all my housework, where before
I was unable to do any work. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege-
table Compound is certainly the best medicine a woman can
take when in this condition. I give you permission to publish
this letter."—Mrs. E. R. Crumlino, R. No. X, Hellam, Pa.
Lowell, Mich.—"I suffered'from cramps and dragging
down pains, was irregular and had female weakness and
displacement. I began to take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege-
table Compound which gave me relief at once and restored
my health. I should like to recommend Lydia E. Pinkham's
remedies to all suffering women who are troubled in a simi-
jar way."—Mrs. Elise Heim,R.No. 6, Box83,Lowell,Mich.
Why Not Try
LYDIA E. PINKH,
VEGETABLE COMPOUND
LYDIA E.PINKHAM MEDICINE CO. LYNN.MASS.
TO MEET DEMANDS FOR HELP
War Employment Service, Aided by
System of Bureaus, New Na-
tional Arrangement Planned.
To meet the rapidly Increasing war
demand for labor a new system of
labor exchanges, to be known as the
war emergency employment service, Is
being organized by the Industrial serv-
ice section of the council of natlonul
defense.
L. C. Marshall, chief of the sec-
tion, anounces thnt all state councils
of defense hnd been asked to form la-
bor exchanges In co-operation with the
federal department of labor. .Many
shipyards were said to be In n^ed of
workers, and In the near future the
need is likely to be felt equally by mu-
nition, steel, lumber, mining, transpor-
tation and all the other essential in-
dustries.
PROMPT RELIEF.
can be found In cases of Colds, Coughs,
La Grippe and Headaches by using
Laxative Qulnldlne Tablets. Does not
affect the head or stomach. Buy your
winter's supply now. Price 25c.—Adv.
A Cheering Word.
If somebody tells you thut the aver-
age life of an officer In the trenches is
nine days und thnt if your boy gets
Into the front line he Is certain to be
killed within two weeks, don't believe
him, says Milestones. He probably
got his "Information" from German
propaganda, since our Teuton friends
seem bent on trying to frighten us out
of this war. No losses were more ex-
cessive than those among the British
Infantry officers during the first year of
the war, when they fought a losing
fight, without artillery support, and
Insisted on exposing themselves In
conspicuous uniforms. The percentage
of casualties among them for the first
year was 18.3, according to the official
figures.
The percentage of casualties among
our allies has been decreasing. The
proportion for the entire French army
was 5.41 per cent in 1914, 4 per cent
in 1615 and 2.75 per cent for 1916. The
total for 29 months was a little over 12
per cent.
Use Locust Pins.
The government Is reported to have
reached a decision that tree nails or
wooden pins used in shipbuilding must
be of locust or eucalyptus. The black
locust will be th'e particular species
used.
Adruco Liquid
Screw Worm Killer
kills the worm
and heals the wound.—Adr.
Sticking to the Point.
"Hnve you amused your bnby broth-
er, Willie, nnd kept him quiet while I
was gone?"
"Yes, ma, and he hasn't opened his
mouth since you went away."
"What did you do to amuse him,
Willie?"
"I gave him the mucilage bottle to
suck."
DON'T GAMBLE
that your heart's all right Make
Bure. Take "Renovlne"—a heart and
nerve tonic. Price 50c and $1.00.—Adv.
The Chase as an Exercise.
The chase as an exercise for the rul-
ing caste in Germany has survived into
our own time, states a writer. Every
Prussian officer had to spend part of
his time hunting, not foxes merely,
but deer nnd bonr ns well. Rcyalty
still went in state to the bonr-seeklng,
nnd stng hunt, with hundreds of beat-
ers snd n tremendous retinue. The
slaughter still mounted Into the hun
dreds.
Whenever You Need a General Tonic
Tike Grove's
The Old Standard Grove's Tasteless
chill Tonic is equally valuable as a Gen-
eral Tonic because it contains the well
known tonic properties of QUININE and
IRON. It acts on the Liver, Drives out
Malaria, Enriches the Blood and Builds
up the Whole Svsiem. 60 cents.
Domestic Warfare.
"Whnt did your wife do when you
got home lute Inst night?"
"Fired n vase at me."
"That was rough."
"Yes. nnd she fired on n flag of truce,
too."—Louisville Courier-Journal.
"Bruges la Morte."
In a lost corner of the great low-
land flat of Flanders, defended from
the sea by nn nrtlflclal dike, and at the
point of intersection of a network of
canals and waterways, there stands a
little town known to the Belgians as
Brugge and to the rest of the world as
Bruges, writes Nlksah.
Fortunately for lovers of the quaint
and picturesque, this city with Its slen-
der bell turrets. Its lacelike gables and
decorated house fronts has so far been
spared the general devastation that fol-
lowed In the wake of the Invading Ger-
mans. They call it "Bruges la morte"
and at every turn there Is something to
remind the visitor of the decay that
has fallen upon the town. The ever-
recurring view 6f picturesquely
grouped tower, gable and bridge, of
wide tree-fllled parks, breathes an at-
mosphere of Infinite stillness and
charm, which Is at the same time
strangely pathetic.
REVIVED OLD APPLE STORY
Prisoner Related In Court That HI*
Adam and Eve Encounter Was
Caused by the Red FruiL
"Ever since Eve tempted Adam with
an apple there has been more or lese
trouble," remarked James E. Deery,
Judge of city court, says the Indian-
apolis N'ews, "but this morning wai
the first time that I have had an ex-
ample of the trouble which may be
cnused between n man and woman by
an apple."
A man had been arrested charged
with assault und battery on his wife.
The wife had tried to shield him when
she took the stand, but admitted hav-
ing had a little unpleasantness with
her mate.
When the man took the stand he
asked whether he should tell the story
from the beginning, and when told to
go ahead started by saying: "Judge,
your honor, all this trouble was caused
by nn apple." t
"Yes. I have heard that story be-
fore," said the judge. "The Bible even
says that an apple caused trouble be-
tween Adam und Eve, and most people
think that all of our troubles date to
that time."
"But this wns a real apple," replied
the prisoner. "We had an argument
over it and when my wife became loud
I merely shoved her away from me.
Then some nosey neighbors called the
police."
"All right," said Judge Deery, "but
I believe the real cause of this trouble
Is thnt you do not work steadily. Now,
I ain going to let you go this time oa
the condition that you heed some ad-
vice relative to steady employment,
which a friend of yours la going to
give you as soon ns you leave the
courtroom."
What Moves Men.
Mnn does not live by bread alone,
but by the IdealB that stir his heart,
observes a writer. Napoleon's men
were struggling through the Bnow and
cold and discouragement of Alpine
passes. Would they ever come through?
They did, but the great French leader
neither drove nor bribed them. He
flred their souls. He called them to
look down upon the smiling plains of
Italy und pictured to them its sunny
fields, Its wurm waters, Its orange
groves, Its comfortable cities, its
whole lure and romance. For things
like these men work and fight.
His Kick.
"Are you fond of amateur theatri-
cals?"
"Yes, but not at professional prices."
—Exchange.
Cuticura Is So 8oothing
To Itching, burning skins. It ndT only
soothes but heals. Bothe with Cuti-
cura Soap and hot water, dry gently
and upply Cuticura Ointment. For
free samples address, "Cuticura, Dept.
X, Boston," At druggists and by mall.
Soup 25, Ointment 25 und 50.—Adv.
In Which Sense?
"I hear the sheriff is after Mnud."
"Yes, I believe he has un attachment
for her."
Faint Praise.
"The cat I"
"Who has offended you, my dear?"
"Mrs. Twobble. I asked her how
she liked my new hat"
"Well?"
"She said it was 'so becoming.'"
"Isn't that a compliment?"
"No. I paid eighty dollars for my
hat, as you will know when you get
the bill. The same remark might have
been applied Just as well to one that
cost $7.50."
Over -)50.000 women In New York
city signed pledge curds which holds
ilmu to suve food when possible.
Modern Warfare.
"Every man should be sufficiently
trained to fight for his country If the
need should ever nrlse," snld the advo-
cate of preparedness.
"Just what do you mean by that?"
asked the expert squirrel shooter.
"He should be physically fit and able
to handle a gun."
"I can fill those requirements all
right, but I would have to have a little
Instruction before I could spray liquid
flre und send over waves of poison
gas."
Was Never In.
"Bnnpor snys he Is out of politics
for good."
"For the good of politics—yes."
With the waning of the honeymoon
Cupid substitutes a pair of green gog-
gles for the rose-colored glasses.
Opposite ResulL
"He has such a low taste."
"What Is it?"
"For high balls."
When Coffee
Disagrees
quick results for
the better follow
a change to
Instant
Postum
A delicious, drug-
free drink, tasting
much like high-
grade coffee, com-
forting and satisfy-
ing to the former
coffee user.
Ideal for children.
"There's a Reason"
for POSTUM
Sold by Grocers.
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