12 BIG TIMBER • By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR ' opyright, 1916. by Little. Brovr *• Cr, I / Continued "Big Timber" is a dramatic story of lovo and tho logging camps—a vigorous ta-le of lives that are made or broken by the big timber of the northwest, around which they build their hopes and aspirations. From the very first chapter the romance grips the interest of the reader, and there is no letup in the ten sion as Novelist Sinclair, with wonderful cleverness, weaves a plot which In character delinea tion, imaginative construction and heart interest has rarely been surpassed in a decade. CHAPTER I. Green Fields and Pastures New • The Imperial Limited lurched with a swing arond the last hairpin curve of the Tale canyon. Ahead opened out a timbered valley—narrow on. its floor, flanked with bold mountains, but nevertheless a valley—down which the rails lay straight and shin ing on an easy grade. The river that for a hundred miles had boiled and snarled parallel to the tracks, roar ing through the granite sluice that cuts the Cascade range, took a wider channel and a leisurely flow. On the river side of the first coach behind the diner Estella Benton nursed her round chin in the palm of one hand, leaning her elbow on the window sill. It was a relief to look over a widening valley Instead of a bare walled gorge ail scarred with slides, to see wooded heights lift green in place of barren cliffs, to watch banks of fern massed against Don't let Nature's wealth go to waste If you would save the expense of costly dishes SAVE THE FRUIT CROP Preserves, jams, jellies are energizing and nourishing "A Franklin Sugar for every use * * Granulated, Dainty Lumpt, Powdered, Confectioners, Brown |L_ II [iBSJMBM 41 fjL JJ Sold in 1, 2 and 5 lb. carton* and In t, S, 10, 25 and SO lb, cotton baft. , TRlDX'\"ii V Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service -> By McManu bHB-S AiLEEO- ONCE OOTMW 1 Ml I COME M j " "! I 1 NOV'S ME CHANCE &.&si K _ HERE" YOOfce ■ J. ,v _ &•?! • I ! the right of way where for a day and a night parched sagebrush, ! brown tumbleweed and such scant growth as flourished in the arid up lands of interior British Columbia had streamed in. barren monotony, hot and dry and still. She was near the finish of her journey. Pensively she considered the end of the road. How would it be there? What manner of folk and country? Between her past mode of life and the new that she was hurrying toward lay the vast gulf of distance, of customs, of class even. It was bound to be crude, to be full of inconveniences and un coutliness. Her brother's letters had partly prepared her for that. Invol untarily she shrank from it, had been shrinking from it by fits and starts all the way. as flowers thfjt thrive best in shady nooks shrink from hot sun and rude winds. Not that Estella Benton was particularly flower-like. On the contrary, she was a healthy, vigorous bodied young woman, scarcely to be described as beautiful, yet undeniably attractive, obviously a daughter of the well to do, one of that American type which flourishes in families to which American poli ticians unctuously refer as the back bone of the nation. Outwardly, gaz ing riverward through the dusty pane, she bore herself with utmost serenity. Inwardly she was full of misgivings. All of which is merely byway of stating that Miss Estella Benton, was a young woman who had grown up quite complacently in that station of life in which to quote the Philistines, it had pleased God to place her and that chance had somehow, to her as tonished dismay, contrived to thrust a spoke in the smooth rolling wheels of destiny. Or was it destiny? She had begun to think about that, to wonder if a lot that she had taken for granted as an ordered state of things was not, after all, wholly de pendent upon chance. She had danced and sung and played light heartedly, accepting a certain stand ard of living, a certain, position in a certain set, a pleasantly ordered home life, as her birthright, a nat ural heritage. Just so. But a broken steering knuckle on a heavy touring car set things in a different light, many things. She learned then that death is no respecter of persons; that a big Income may be lived to Its limit with n.othing left when the brain force which commanded it ceases to func tion. Her father produced perhaps fifteen to twenty thousand dollars a year in his brokerage business, anil he had saved nothing. Thus at one stroke she was put on an equal foot ing with the stenographer in her father's office. Scarcely equal either, for the stenographer earned her bread and was technically equipped for the task, whereas Estella Ben ton had no training whatsoever ex. cept in social usage. She did not yet fully realize just what had overtaken her. Things had happened so swiftly, so ruthlessly, that she still verged upon the incredulous. Habit clung fast But she had begun to think, to try and establish some working relations between herself and things as she found them. She had dis covered already that certain theo ries of human relations are not soundly established in fact. She turned at last in her seat. The Dlmited's whistle had shrilled for a stop. At the next stop—she wonder ed what lay in store for her just beyond the next stop. While she dwelt mentally upon this her hands were gathering up some few odds and ends of her belongings on the berth. Across the aisle a large, smooth faced young man watched her with covert admiration. When she had settled hjtck with bag and suitcase locked and strapped on the oppo site seat and was hatted and gloved he leaned over and addressed her genially. "Getting off at Hopyard?" Hap pen to be going out to Roaring Springs?" Miss Benton's gray eyes rested im personally on the top of his head, traveled slowly down over the trim front of bis blue serge to the polish ed tan oxfords on his feet, and there was not in. eyes or on countenance the slightest sign that she saw or heard him. The large young man flushed a vivid red. Miss Benton was partly amused, partly provoked. The large young man had been her vis-a-vis at din ner the day before and at breakfast that morning. He had evinced a yearning for conversation each time, but it had been, diplomatically con fined to salt and other condiments, the weather and the scenery. Miss Benton had no objection to young men in general, quite the contrary, but she did not consider It quite the thing to countenance every ami able stranger. Within a few minutes the porter came for her things, and the blast of the Ijlmlted's whistle warned her that It was time to leave the train. Ten minutes later the limited was a vanishing object down an aisle slash ed through a forest of great trees, and Miss Estella Benton stood on the plan.k platform In Hopyard sta tion. Beside the platform were ranged two touring ram. Three or four of those who had alighted entered these. Their baggage was pllod over the hoods, buckled on the running boards. The driver of one car ap proached her. "Hot Springs " he Inquired tersely. To be Continued BOOKS AND MAGAZINES The Youth Flupy or the lad With the Downy Chin. By Henry A. Shute, Houghton, Mifflin Co., Bos ton, $1.35 net. In "The Real Diary of a Real Boy" Judge Shute drew an imperish able picture of an American boy of our fathers' time, and he has con tinued the narrative in "The Youth Plupy," describing Plupy's vicissi tudes during that trying and awk ward period of man in the making, when his voice changes, his clothes become a serious consideration, and he suddenly becomes aware of the importance of the opposite sex. Prize speaking at school, fighting the village bullies, playing the flute and the E-flat cornet, not to mention various sentimental episodes of a more or less humorous character, fol low one another in a rollicking fash ion. It Is a story full of the fas cination of'youth, told In a way that will delight young and old. Faith, War ftnd Policy.—By Gil bert Murray. Houghton, Mifflin Co. 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