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embarrassed face as she looked at him, and said, "Oh, John-you'd- you'd let him say that to me?"- How well a person remem\bers things! Anyway-it wasn't much wonder! For after he had mauled Johnson rather badly, he had return- ed shamefacedly to her and stated, "I'm not fit to marry anybody," and hadn't she looked solemnly at him and remarked, "Why, how funny! I always planned to marry a fighter." He laughed to himself-then quickly sobered.
His dream was dispelled by the blood-curdling cry of the wolf-pac.k as they bounded from the encircling gloom and clustered round the foot of the pole. As he watched, several of them leaped at him but mis.sed- but by a few feet. How he thanked the government for long telephone poles! How cold it had become. Des- perately he clung to his pole as a
sickening panic seized himr--fear, not for himself, but for Dot.
Frantically he tore open his hol- ster with his free hand. He would shoot-he must shoot, seven, seven- ty any number of those hungry W9l- ves-with his five shots-for Dot's sake. Even as he clutched wildly at the revolver, his benumbed fingers failed to close about it. His last hope fell to the ground among the wolves.
Hungrily they pounced upon it! What a death! His death-and fear - t h a t terrible fear for Dot again seized him. Should he call her? Tell her? No, best to .spare her as long
as he could-there must be some WHY CEASAR'S GALLIC
other way! He thought, and slowly, stumblingly, from unaocustomed lips -<>ut of the wilderness of ice and snow-a cry of prayer went up, not for himself, but for Dot-and the
"kid". The wolves howled-God in His Heaven heard John Brent and answered.
In a flash Brent's mind began to work-a plan! Yes, improbable, but feasible! lf only he could get a piece of cloth, the wire would do fine! He considered his socks. No, they were not long enough and he was too numbed with cold to take them. off. Then he had it!
Quickly he removed his coat and pack. From the latter he took about three feet of wire with which he had intended to splice the tangled lines. Tying his coat to one end, he care- fully fixed his pack to the other. He paused-would it reach the bare hy- dro wire a short yard away? Yes, but would it .stick? John Br.ent gath- ered his frayed nerves with iron de- termination and grasping his coat, wire, and pack, he threw them. They
touched the wire-and clung there, the pack dangling a f.ew feet from the ground at the end of the wire.
With a wild cry of exultant joy the leading wolf leaped at it, clutch- ed it, and fell to the ground-dead- with a hundred thousand volts of electricity passing through his body. A second leap, a third, until seven quivering forms lay dead upon the snow.
In a mighty city a thousand miles away the lights flickered off and on -while a human life was saved.
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WAR8 WERE WRITTEN Being the authentic story of the Writing of Ceasar's Books
Julius yawning vigorously kicked off the bedclothes, as the morning was warm, and hopped out of bed to the marble floor. He grabbed up his new silk dressing gown and raced for the bathroom. Calpurnia, his wife, beat him by a scant six inches and Caesar had to wait, so he return- ed by foroed marches with all his forces to his own room again. On arri~ing, his eye immediately fell on
a typewriter in the corner, surround- ed by piles of blank paper. He knew what that meant, but turned resol- vtely away and gazed out the win· dow. The roar of thousands of busy Romans hurrying downtown rose to his ears as he looked out over the cit.y. In the business section several skyscrapers scraped the sky and he could make out quite distinctly the ·more consp1cuous buildings ; th ere
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