IT was on a night when spring’s first touch found the frozen lakes of the three million acre solitude that the slender wolf, who had run shoulder to shoulder with the scarred leader of the pack, faltered in the lope and fell behind. That call which is stronger than the call of the chase had come to her.By ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE37 min
THE diary ended here. I closed the book, and stared with unseeing eyes into the green shadows of the encompassing woods. What happened to the writer of the diary on that last trip to the cave? For he had never left the island. Crusoe was here to prove it, as well as the wreck of the Island Queen.By CAMILLA KENYON38 min
WHEN I let it go by, Mildred Averill began to talk somewhat at random. She didn’t want that significant silence to be repeated. I had had my chance and I hadn’t taken it. Very well; my reasons would be respected; but I couldn’t keep people from wondering.By BASIL KING33 min
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