10 BIG TIMBER . By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR Copyright, 1916, ky Uttl*. Iww (t Co, SYNOPSIS Estella Benton, left a penniless orphan, goes to join her brother Charlie, who Is logging lumber in British Columbia. (Continued) "Do you usually allow your men to address you in that impertinent way?" Miss Benton desired to know. Charlie looked blank for a sec ond; then he smiled and, linking his arm affectionately in hers, drew her off along the wharf, chuckling to himself. "My dear girl," said he, "you'd better not let Sam Davis or any of Sam's kind hear you pass remarks like that. Sam would say exactly what he thought about such matters to his boss or King George or to the first lady of the land regardless. Sabe? We're what you'll call prim itive out here yet. You want to for- get that master and man business, the servant proposition, and proper respect and all that rot. Outside the English colonies in one or two big towns that attitude doesn't go in B. C. People in this neck of the woods stand pretty much on the same class footing, and you'll get in bad and get me in bad if you don't remember that. I've got ten loggers working for me in the woods. Whether they're impertinent or pro fane cuts no figure, so long as they handle the job properly. They're men, you understand, not servants. None of them would hesitate to tell me what he thinks about me or anything I do. If I don't like it I can fight him or fire him. They won't stand for the sort of airs you're accustomed to. They have tlie ut most respect for a woman, but a man is merely a two legged male human like themselves. Whether he wears mackinaws or broadcloth, has a barrel of money or none at all. This will seem odd to you at first, but you'll get used to it. You'll find things rather different out here." "I suppose so," she agreed. "But; it sounds queer. For instance, if one of papa's clerks or the chauffeur) had spoken like that he'd have | been discharged on the spot." "The logger's a different breed," Benton observed dryly, "or perhaps I only the same breed manifesting under different conditions. He isn't servile. He doesn't have to be. "Why the delay, though?" she reverted to the point. "I thought you were all ready to go." "I am," Charlie enlightened, "but while I was at the store just now] Paul Abbey phoned from Vancouver' to know if there was an up lake] boat in. His people ore big lumber! guns here, and it will accommodate! him and won't hurt me to wait a| couple of hours and drop him off | at their camp. I've got more or less; business dealing with them, and it j doesn't hurt to be neighborly. He'd | have to hire a gas boat otherwise. I Besides, Paul's a pretty good head." j CHAPTER TF. Mr. Abbey Arrives They walked slowly along the broad roadway which bordered the lake until they came to a branchy maple, and here they seated them selves on the grassy turf in the! shadow of the tree. "Tell me about yourself," she said "How do you like it here and how are you getting on? Your letters home were always chiefly remark able fo rtheir brevity." "There isn't a great lot to tell," Benton responded. "I'm just begin ning to get on my feet. A raw, un- i tried youngster has a lot to learn | and unlearn when he hits this tall j timber. I've been out hore five years, and I'm just beginning to realize what I'm equal to and what I'm not. I'm crawling over a hump Snowy-White Linens make you feel cooler and cleaner. Your white waists, skirts, underwear, and your table-cloths and other house hold linens can be made a spotless white with Acme^>lhiie which also disinfects and purifies. Will not injure finest fabrics. Directions on can. ' At all first class grocers and drug gists large cans 15c. Refuse all sub stitutes which may be stale and worthless. Send For Booklet s A. MENDLESON'S SONS Kstablislicd 1870 120 Broadway New York City Factory:- Albany, N. Y. TUESDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManud E-OWUN'- Lf 1 OH: HAV= A H I [ *o- NOT DO>fOO KINOW YOU I J™* PORSE LEt m e * J lON E CENT- * LEFT M>f ET JICGS~ Pi now that would have been a l fo"nd herself wonder lg critically if this strange, rude land would work as many changes in her as were patent in this bronzed and burly brother. "Are there many people living around this lake?" she inquired. "It is surely a beautiful spot. If we had this at home there would be a summer cottage on every hundred yards of shore." (To be continued.) MII.JKKSBLRG BOYS IX FRANCE lit. Joy, Pa.. Sept. 4.—C. M. Her. - and John Gochenour, residents of Miller*burg, are in receipt of letters from their sens, Chester L. Herr and Earl Gochenqur, who are now some where in France. Both are mem bers of Battery B, Fifth United States Field Artillery.., They enlisted at Lancaster on April 15 last and were sent to Texas. After being shifted to several other places the unit with which they were connected was sent to France. All's Well That * Ends Well By JANE M'LEAN She wondered vaguely if she had been too good to him, if she had made him too sure of her. Surely he treated her differently. There was a Carelessness about his entire man ner that somehow made the fact apparent that he no longer cared with the same abandon. She watched him between narrow ing eyelids as ho came into the room. "Hello," he said, not too cordial ly, and, stoop.ng, kissed her care lessly on the forehead. She held up her lips and, thus In vited, he kissed them lightly. She stilled a hurt remark that suddenly came to her and went on sewing. Somehow she felt like screaming to-night at every little lack of at tention. Then like a ghost she stole out of the room and upstiars to her mirror where she studied her face in the glass. She saw a tall, pale woman in simple house dress. Her hair which curled distractingly about the temples and over her neck .was drawn simply back from her face? Her nose and cheeks shone from the light of the fire, for she had been preparing his dinner, and she look ed what she was, a good wholesome woman without any of the myster ious little touches that the city woman knows so well how to add. Without encouragement she went downstairs again and In silence dished up the evening meal. He ate hungrily, for I.oretta could cook: but he said little. Once he looked up from his paper with a spark of interest in his eyes. "1 see that young Wilbur's cousin is going to stay on hero a spell. She's a likely looking young woman." I..oretta did not answer. In her mind's eye she could sec the girl as she had looked in church on Sunday. Fresh and girlish and very young, and once she had looked over her shoulder into the eyes of big Jim Dale. And Loretta had shrunk a little as she noticed Jim flush at the challenge. While she did the dishes Loret ta was thinking rapidly. Things couldn't go on like this much longer. What she needed was a change, but she hated to tell him about it. Suddenly the idea of an adventure was too much for her and her cheeks flushed with excitement. She could get Bertha Hicks to come over and keep house for Jim for a few days, and she could take the money she had just received for the eggs and go off and visit Margaret for a week. A note would suffice to tell Jim, and then she would be slipping away like a real heroine. All evening I-oretta thought of it, and before she went to bed she nosed the old leather suitcase out of the attic and be gan to lay fresh linens in the guest room where Jim could not see her preparations. The npxt day unlike the heroines DAILY DOT PUZZLE ! 3< ms ° , a ? •* * . 9 - 10 17 *29 20. •• ~5 32 , 27 * S .4 *'4 25 n* • "..3 •' •1* 24*" 7 * 0 2 33. 76.' 7S* 9 • •34 B • " 74 10 • 35 •73 45 56 57 •72 36 • • • 57. 5 . 8 ' 7 > 44 * 55 59 3. 47 * . •*> . • 54 . 60 69 43 46 . ' 39. . *'• " 41 49 4 At'' .52 - 63. . Si *>\ 6*5 \i/- HARRISBURG (£s£& TELEGRAPH in stories who are generally found out before they can mannge to slip away, Boretta Dale, actually took the morning train for town, leaving behind her a carefully-stocked lard er and Bertha Hicks, who had promised to look after Jim faithfully. Jim Dale came home that evening to a silent house. He read Boretta's note, and his eyebrows lifted in surprise, but old Bertha Hicks was a good cook and his dinner was hot and tempting, so he did not mind ever so much. It wasn't until tjjird night that he actuallv missed Boretta and for the first time he experienced a feeling of anger that she had left as she had without a word. On the fourth night he look ed up from his paper thinking that lie heard her soft voice singing at her work, and this time he felt a sud den ache and the anger was miss ing. Just a week from the time that Boretta had lett her home to visit Margaret McCalllster, an old school friend in a nearby town, a tall mod ish woman got oft the evening train. As usual, everyone was at the de pot, for the important mail of the day came in on this train and there weren't so many exciting events ill Bynford that a train could be missed. Everyone stared at the figure which looked familiar, and then someone recognized it and the word (lew around the group. "Why, its Boretta Dale. What's happened to her? Doesn't she look swell? And a few more remarks of the same kind. Wilbur's cousin stood nearby the center of the group of young girls. She looked somehow childishly im mature when l-oretta passed—Lor? Etta, in a modish linen frock and a hat popularly called "mushroom," which made her look like the new est number in "Fashion." Jim Dale saw her and went to meet her. He stared as though he could not believe his eyes. Could this be Boretta, this tail, stunning woman, dressed in clothes so unfa miliar? But she was smiling at him and she said lightly: "Hello Jim, take this bag will you ?" He said not a word about her act of leaving so suddenly, as he had in tended. Instead he walked by her side up the shady street conscious that the admiring eyes of the most important families in Lynford were regarding him from the porches. "Did you enjoy your stay?" he asked politely. Loretta turned to him, her clear eyes tilled with interest. "O. yes," she said enthusiastically. Gone was the timidity, the quiet ap peal that had been hers. Thip was a woman sure of her ground, certain of how to proceed. Jim Dale felt a thrill run through him as her hand touched his inadvertently as thpy en tered- the cool sitting room. A pas sion of longing rushed over him: he saw Loretta through new eyes as he turned to look at her again. "You're back!" he said exultantly, gripping her shoulders' and looking down into her face. .L.oretta smiled Inscrutably. She ha-l learned her lesson. "I guess we both needed a change," she said laughingly, and then her eyes grew suddenly tender as she lifted her lips to his. Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton Surplice closings are emi- nently smart this season and ' lere 13 a blouse t* l3 * can be j) A 7 \ used for the gown or for the /*- /1' \ separate waist to be worn with. V /M. will ta '' orec * su ' t * For the latter! W / purpose, Georgette crepe, crepe' \ /V [II Itr de chine and similar materials /I J in color to match the suit are I / T exceedingly smart. 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By a process of elimination any clever man with plenty of stickto itiveness in his nature will bo able to •figure out the right way to do a thing just because he has failed through trying to do it in all the wrong ways. Sitting and wishing you are in Chicago won't transport you there. Building "castles in the air" doesn't set up even the foundation stones of a frame cottage on a plot of real ground. Wishing for things, dream ing about them, even trying to •im agine that you can obtain them, won't make them conie true for you. The only fairy wand there is to wave is that of intelligent effort. After the sales manager of any corporation has spent a long time in explaining to a new man how to place a consignment of goods #he new man has some perfectly good theories which ought to work. But If they don't and he falls In that job, he may go to his next one really equipped to sell because he has tried It a few times and failed at it. Adjusting his personality to meet the needs of the world, studying the requirements of the world and try ing to make It feel that he has some thing to offer, are part of the edu cation, part of the equipment, part of the very requirements for every man's task. Mistakes made on Monday may be stepping stones to success on Tues day. Regretting builders, worrying about them, fearing lest they be re peated, and being top terror-strick en to try again because once you have gone wrong are perfectly good assurances of—failure. Eliminate timidity and you have even in Mon day's complete failure the promise of Tuesday's success. , A brilliant and successful woman who has triumphed in a hard sell ing game told me the story of her beginning. When sudden overwhelm ing poverty took practically all she had from her she saved a long coat of real sealskin, with which to mask the shabbiness which she feared might be here all through the long winter. Then she took the position which influence had gotten for her. And an undesirable enough position it stemed! With two great packing trunks full of samples, she started off to sell all sorts of knit goods to the dry good stores of Maine. The verv first store she visited seemed well impressed by her goods. She took pains to show them ad vantageously and felt that the sale was almost assured when the buyer asked her to return the next after noon, since he had seen only one line which. compared with hers In any way. When she returned the next day the buyer took her into his private office and said to her very frankly: "Mrs. S., I'm going to be very honest with you. I like your line fully as well as that the other people are showing and our prices are just as good. It's a toss up between you, and ordinarily I'd divide the order. But the man* who's showing the other line is so shabby, he has a family to support and he needs our order, so we've giving it to him. It won't matter to a woman in your position." Out of that lltle prank of fate. out of that foolish first failure, the woman whose seal coat lost her a chance wrested blank discourage ment which lasted for three or four days. And then suddenly she woke up to the fact that her failure was a merciful thing. It had taught her how kind and human were the peo ple with whom she had to deal! It had shown her that appearances don't always tell the story. It had* convinced her that salesmanship is more than a matter of being well dressed and having a wonderful lino of goods to show. If she had not been alert, and ready to adjust herself to the unex pected; if custom or prejudice had bound her down, she never would have ventured out oh the road as a feminine "traveling salesman.' But once she had gone she learned to take the measure of herself and the people with whom she dealt and to use her knowledge sanely and well. She is now a most efficient business woman and the reason is'that she knows human nature as well as the principles of trade. s. o* s7^| I Send Over Some w WRIGLEYS I V \ Keep your soldier or \ \ % \ sailor boy supplied. _ V X Give bim the lasting J I k \ refreshment, the protec- \V\\ \ tion against thirst the help to appetite and di | fiest!on a ** or(,e