BIG TIMBER - ■ By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR , i i Copyright, 1916. by Littl*. Iww 6 C-o. SYNOPSIS Estella Benton, left a penniless orphan, goes to join her brother Charlie, who is logging lumber in Britizli Columbia. Charlie tells Stelts oi hia prospect? and describes his primitive manner t>f living. lie introduces a neigl boif Paul Abbey. (Continued) The girl swept lake shore, bay and sloping forest with a quickening eye. Here was no trim painted cot lage and no velvet lawn. In tho ivaters beside and lining the beach floated innumerable logs, confined I oy boom sticks; hundreds of trunks] bf fir, forty and sixty feet long, four j ind six feet across the butt, timber! •nough. when it had passed through j he sawmills, to build four such j owns as Hopyard. Just back from j he shore, amid stumps and littered j iranches, rose the roofs of divers! wildings. One was long and low. j •lard by it stood another of like ! y Ve. but of lesser dimension. Two; >f t.j*e mere shanties lifted level | rl\i- g-cat stumps—crude, unpatnted j Wildings. Smoke issued from the I Mpe of the larger, and a white iproned man stood in the doorway. Somewhere in the screen of woods 1 i whistle shrilled. Benton looked at 1 lis watch. "We made good time in spite of l he little roll," said he. "That's the j lonkey blowing quitting time, 6 I'clock, Well, come on up to the! ihack, sis. Sam, you get a wheel - narrow and run those trunks up j ifter supper, will you?" Away in the flanked timber be rond the maples and alder, which Stella now saw masked the bank, >f a small stream flowing by the' :abinß, a faint call rose, long Irawn: "Tim-ber-r-r-r!" They moved along a path beaten ' through fern and clawing black- j jerry vine toward the camp, Benton j carrying the two grips. A loud, iharp crack split the stillness; then Spotless White Goods Your good laundry bleaches your white goods without the slightest in jury by using chlorinated lime. 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"Well, you can't fell a stick of timber 200 feet high and six or eight feet through without making a pretty considerable noise," her brother remarked complacently. "I like that sound myself. Every big tree that goes down means a bunch of money." Ho led the way past the mess house, from the doorway of which the aproned cook eyed her with frank curiosity hailing his employer with nonchalant air, a cigarette resting in one corner of his mouth. Benton opened the door of the sec ond building. Stella followed him in. It had the saving grace of cleanli ness, according to lodging camp standards, but the bareness of it appalled her. There was a rusty box heater, littered with cigar and ciga rette stubs; a desk fabricated of un dressed boards, a homemade chair or two, sundry boxes standing about. The sole concession to comfort was a rug of cheap Axminster covering half the floor. The walls were dec orated chiefly with miscellaneous clothing suspended from nails, a few maps and blueprints tacked up as kew. Straight across from the en tering door another stood ajar, and she could see further vistas of bare board wall, small, dusty window panes and a bed whereon gray blan kets were tumbled as they fell when i waking sleeper cast them aside. Benton crossed the room and threw open another door. "Here's a nook I fixed up for you, Stella," he said briskly. "It isn't very fancy, but it's the best I culd do just now." She followed him in silently. He set her two bags on the floor and turned to go. Then some impulse moved him to turn back, and he put both hands on her shoulders at)d kissed her gently. • "You're home, anyway," he said. "That's something, if it isn't what you're used to. Try to overlook the crudities. We'll have supper as soon as you feel like it." He went out, closing the door be hind him. Miss Estella Benton stood in the middle of the room fighting against a swift heart sinking, a terrible de pression that strove to master her. "Good Lord in heaven," she mut tered at last, "what a place to be marooned iij! It's —it's simply im possible." Her gaze roved about the room. A square box. neither more nor less, 14 by 14 feet of bare board wall, unpainted and unpayered. There was an iron bed. a willow rocker and a rude closet for clothes in one corner. A duplicate of the depart ment store bargain rug in the othey room lay on the floor. On an up turned box stood an enamel pitcher and a tin washbasin. That was all. She sat down on the bed and viewed it forlornly. A wave of sickening rebellion against every thing swept over her. To herself she seemed as irrevocably alone as if she had been lost in the depths of the dark timber that rose on every hand. And. sitting there, she heard at length the voices of men. Look ing out through a window curtained with cheesecloth, she saw her: brother's logging gang swing past, stout woodsmen all, big men, tall men, short bodied men with thick necks and shoulders, sunburned, all grimy with the sweat of their labors, carrying themselves with a free and reckless swing, the doubles in type of that roistering crew she had seen embark on Jack Fyfe's boat. All about that cook house door yard spread a confusion of empty tin calls, gaudily labeled, containers of corn and peas and tomatoes. Dish water arfd refuse, chips, scraps, all the refuse of the camp was scattered there in unlovely array. But that made no more than a passing impression upon her. She was thinking as she removed her hat and gloves of what queer angles come now and then to the human mind. She wondered why she should be sufficiently interested in her brother's hired men to drive off a compelling attack of the blues in consideration of them as men. Never theless she found herself unable to view them as she had viewed, say the clerks in her father's office. She began to brush her hair and to wonder what sort of food would be served for supper. (To be continued.) I DAILY DOT PUZZLE I ■ —"Sjni ■ i' 24 34 "srips *>• l I i ' 2i f K i+. *ls j— .IV IK ? 9, iii 7. /c { jsyw. £ HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH ! "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service "Warren, dosen't she do well?" said Helen happily, leaning over his shoulder. "By George she does, and I never would have believed it," he returned proudly. "Of course, Mr. Bangs helped her and guided her hand, but I do be lieve that he allowed her to say just what she pleased, and she has worded It so quaintly. "You're right, she has. Listen to this: 'lt's tine up here, and Mollie and I go barefooted: Mollie says her feet are browner than mine, but Mr. Bangs says mine are prettier.' " Warren laughed heartily at this very feminine remark. "Talk about conceit." "Oh, no, dear, she's artless, that's all. You know what Laura said about her being a beauty some day." "She is a good-looking kid, but you don't want to spoil her, you know." "Warren Curtis, you're far more likely to spoil her than I am." "Now, that's a fine thing to say, when you know very well, that the women always spoil the children and then ruin any kind of discipline by crying and protesting when tho fathers interfere." One Argument "That's more likely to happen in the case of a boy," Helen returned. "I hope that I would have sense enough to allow your word to be undisputed in the case of discipline. I think we should both do that. But what does Mr. Bangs say in his letter?" "They had .both been so anxious to read their first epistle from their daughter that the folded sheets which indicated a letter from Mol lie's father had remained as they were. Now Warren unfolded them and began to read. Helen still sat on the arm of his chair and read the letter over his shoulder. There was silence for a minute, then Helen ex claimed. "Oh, Warren, how dreadful!" Her eyes remained glued to the letter, however, until she had read a few more sentences. "I think Mr. Bangs should have written me immediately, it was un pardonable for him not to," she gasped. "What shall we do, War ren. can I get a train up there to night?" "Of course not," Warren returned. "The danger is over now." "Oh, but we can't know that. I want to go. Warren. I must go. I couldn't bear to be away from her when she is in danger." "But she's not in danger, Mr. Bangs clearly says so. He says that Fashions of - By May Manton #The coat suit is always a favorite costume for the Autumn and this season is being shown in new and exceedingly attrac tive forms. This one is essen tially smart. The fitted bodv portion with the flaring skirt make an exceedingly becoming combination as well a 9 a fash ionable one. The six-gore skirt forms an inverted plait at each seam and a wide box-plait in each gore. Here broadcloth is shown, and broadcloth is to be exten sively worn, but this season there are a great many velours offered while serge and gabar dine always are standbys. Women who like contrasts will find blue serge with collar of sand color or 6and colored serge with collar cf blue very smart. For the dressy costumes of after \ noon, of which we shall see a <!i * great many, velvet or faille i \ could be used and both materials i \ would suit this design perfectly I II I Well ' tt 1 111 For. the medium size the coat Lh l 11 tl tv°S require, 4% yards of ma * jj ji terial 36 inches wide, 3Yi yards Tnl !k 44 • yards 54, and the skirt, Jji If Ujfl 2>H yards 36 or 44, 3H yards 54. I (liLv pattern No. 9530 is mm 1 1 Irrnr T 0111 ' n sizes * rom 34 to 4 2 . inches jrfp Iff bust measure and the skirt pat- W dJLLU te rn No. 94 8 4. in size 3 * rom 2 4 to 32 inches waist measure. They 9530 Double Breasted Coat, 34 to 4a will be mailed to any address by bust. Price 15 cents. the Fashion Department of this 9484 Six-Gore Skirt, 24 to 32 waist, paper, on receipt of fifteen cents Price 15 cent*. ior each. lie did not want to alarm you un duly or he would have written. Of course he would have let us know if there had been danger." "But infection might result in anything," Helen insisted. "Warren, 1 must get her, I simply must." "Now listen, you mustn't be un reasonable, Helen, they are coming home Suftday anyway, and she is perfectly safe." "I can't be reasonable. I tell you; she's my baby—anything might happen. I don't feel as though I could trust Mr. Hangs, now that he has kept me in ignorance of so se rious a thing. Take me up there, Warren; if not to-night, to-morrow. "I tell you I can't do it, Helen." "But you promised to run up there for a week-end." "That was before we went to Bay head. Now 1 can't get away again, even for so short a time. Besides, you're allowing yourself to become hysterical about it. She's coming home Sunday and it's only two more days off." Helen Weeps Helen's eyes were tragic with suf fering. She was not reasonable, of course now. but who could be rea sonable when one's baby had been taken ill away from home, and might even now be in danger! She was just a very reasonable, emotional woman. "Well, if you won't take me I shall so alone," she said finally. She was white to the lips, and even War ren know that she must be suffer ing. He slipped his arm about her and held her close. "You know if there were danger I'd get up there some how. Just try to compose yourself, Helen, and think logically about the matter. You trusted Mr. Bangs thor oughly; you wanted Winifred to go up there with Mollie and that young teacher against my wishes and I consented because I thought you knew what you were doing. You know that don't you?" Yes, Helen did know that. War ren was quite right. "Now, I'll tell you what we'll do," he said still in that calm, quieting manner. "I'll wire right up there right away, and satisfy you utterly. If Mr. Bangs says there is any rea son for it, I'll get you off to-night. Does that satisfy you?" Helen, who had begun to sob hys terically, could not help appreciating Warren's unusual understanding of the subject, and she was grateful. She clung to him and nodded. After all, Warren loved Winifred as much as she herself did; she would take his advice. (Watch for the next installment in this fascinating series.) All's Well That * Ends Well M "But you know that Mrs. Mason | and 1 have always thought that you and Dorothea would marry." And the older man leaned forward inter estedly to look into the younger man's face. "Well, to tell the truth, there has never been anyone else for me," said the younger of the two. "Well, then, what's the use of all this'.'" "Well, I simply mentioned the matter because you and Mrs. Mason have always been so good to me and 1 wanted you to understand. I spoke to Dorothea last night, and she said that she couldn't think of me that way. When a girl says that, there's no chance." "What else did she say?" asked Dorothea's father. "She said that she didn't want to think of marriage. That it held too many responsibilities, that she was having too good a time to settle down. That's all true when you stop to think of it, but I'm pretty ■well fixed now, and 1 thought the time was ripe." "Well, if I were you, Dick, I wouldn't take Dorothea too serious ly. She's young, of course, and what you ought to do is to give her a wide rope for the present. See if you can't fascinate another one of the girls. It may help." Dick Phillips laughed, and stood up holding out his hand. "I'll see what I can do," he said, laughing. He was careless and nonchalant. No one would have dreamed that he cared. But he did care desperately. If he couldn't have Dora Mason he didn't want any one, and there was no present chance of getting her. Not unless she changed a great deal. He Jumped into the littlo gray car that he had had only the year before and drove recklessly down the street. He looked neither to right nor left and almost ran over a tall girl who was just about to cross as he was about to turn Inio a side street. "Hello, Dick," she called brightly. "Hello, Meg," he called back, slowing up. "Come on in, I'll drive you out to the clubhouse. Are you game?" "Of course I'm game. I'm spoil ing for a game of tennis. Let's get Dot Mason and Sammy and have a foursome." "Are they out there?" queried Dick. "I think so. We'll take a chance, anyway." And the next minute they were flying off down the road. The country club was just a short distance, and Dick drove the gray car recklessly up the long stretch of driveway. A group of young people gathered on the porch hailed the two lustily. In the center of the group Dick could distinguish Dora. Dora had always been his pet name for her, although the others called her Dot. He avoided her eyes as he and Meg ran lightly up the steps to be greeted by the others. He also neglected to say that he had met Meg, and Meg herself seemed in no hurry to tell of it; so of course it was generally accepted that Dick had asked Meg to come out with him. Now, of all girls that Dorothea disliked, she disliked Meg Brooks. Meg made too good a foil for Doro thea, who was dark and small, and Meg could do everything that Dot couldn't. If ft hadn't been for the fact that Meg Brooks was hand some she wouldn't have been popu lar with men, for she was almost boyish herself. But her looks saved her, and, although she had never appealed to Dick Phillips, she had her followers, and they were many. "Thought you couldn't get away from that guest you're entertain ing," sang out one of the men. Dot pricked up her ears. "Ob, but tor Dick I could manage anything,'* sighed Meg romanti cally Dick grinned and the others laughed. "Yes, it's about time I had a chance," put in Dick imperturbably. "Meg never would give me one be fore." Well, thought Dorothea, indig nantly, if Dick Phillips could flirt like this the night after she had turned him down it was a good thing she hadn't accepted him. For the first time in her life, now that she couldn't have him. Dot began to regard Dick differently. Before he had been a ppssession io do with as she liked; now he was a man, and a worth-while man. When she had let slip through her fingers. J.S. Belsinger 212 Locust St. 1 New I,o<yitlon Optometrists Opticians Eyes Examined (No Drops) Helsiitgcr Glasses as low as <2. SEPTEMBER 6, 1917. By the time the afternoon was over and several other days had passed In which Dick and Meg had been seen everywhere together, Dot knew that she had made a mistake. But she, was too proud to acknowl edge it, even to herself, and she held her head in the air and went about with other men. One night about a week later she had returned late from an affair, and as she came. Into the hall she saw a light in the library and the scent of tobacco smoke drifted through with the hum of voices. Who could be in there this time of 1 night, and she tiptoed over and j looked through. It was Dick Pliil i lips talking to her father. 'Did you do what I told you about Dot?" her afther was asking. Doro thea knew how fond he hud always been of Dick. Dick laughed. "Yes, Meg Brooks and 1 have been hitting it up all week. But Dora doesn't care, Mr. Mason, really she doesn't. And I don't care for any one else, and couldn't if I tried." Dot had heard enough, and with out a word she crept upstairs to her room. 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I would feel tired upon the I least exertion which was not nat j ural, because I am naturally ac • ti*e. • I took a lot of medicine but got 1 no permanent relief. "I saw in the paper where Sanpan ' was doing so much good and as one of tho testimonials described my case, I decided to take it, and I must ,say that it has completely straightened me out, there is some thing to Sanpan. It seems to help , everybody." ; Sanpan is being introduced at Kel i ler'a Drug Store, 405 Market street, I Harrisburg, where the Sanpan man i is meeting the people.—adv. 7
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