BIG riMBER I By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR ►pyright. 1916. by L*l. Brwwe 6 Co. (Continued) ith a curious uncertainty, a feel >f reluctance for the proceeding >st, she examined the contents er purse. For a little time she i gazing into it, a queer curl to full red lips. Then she fung it smptuously on the bed and be to take down her hair. A rich, rough, touch country; 0 it doesn't do to bo tinicky t anything,' " she murmured, ing a line from one of Charlie on's leters. "It would appear 3 rather unpleasantly true. I'ar arly the last clause." her purse, which had contained , there now reposed in solitary 1 a twenty dollar bill. lot what fixed?" she asked, this Jog business," he said, k Fyfe is going to put in a and a donkey, and we're going keriasttngly rip the Innards out tiese woods. I'll make delivery • all." "hat's good," she remarked, out ;eably without enthusiasm. 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' ||||| United States Tires I TUBES and MMforfg WEDNESDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father copyright, 1917, international News service -> • By NICD/ICLTIVLS\ M ° f-- — \_& /\ "111 1 Ing. Always toward the close of each day she was gripped by that feeling of deadly fatigue, in the face of which nothing much mat tered but to get through the last hours somehow and drag herself wearily to bed. Xoon of tlie next day brought the Panthvr coughing into the hay. flanked on the port side by a scow upon which rested a twin to the iron monster that jerked logs into her brother's chute. To starboard was made fast a like scow. That was housed over, a smoking stovepipe stuck through the roof, and a capped and aproned cook rested his arms cn the window sill as they floated in. Men to the number of twenty or more clustered about both icows and the Panther's deck, busy with pil-e and cigarette and rude jest. The cla'ier of their voices up rose through the noon meal. But when the donkey scow thrust its blunt nose against the beach the chaff am. laughter died into silent, capable action. "A Seattle yarder properly handled can do anything but climb a tree," Charlie had once boasted to her in feference to his own machine. It seemed quite possible to Stella, watching Jack Fyfe's crew at work. Steam was up in the donkey. They carried a line from its drum through a snatch block ashore and jerked half a dozen logs crosswise before the scow in a matter of minutes. Then the same cable v-as made fast to u sturdy tir, the engineer stood by, and the ponderous machine slid forward 011 its own skids, like an up ended fcarrel on a sled, down off the scow, up the bank smash ing brush, branches, dead roots, all tlriit stood in its path, drawing steadily up to the anchor tree as the cable spooled up on the drum. A dozen men tailed on to the inch and a quarter cable and bore the loose end away up the path. Pres ently one stood clear, waving a sig nal. Again a donkey began to puff and quiver, the line began to roll up on the drum, and the big yarder walked up the slope under its own power, a locomotive unneedful of rails, making its own right of way. Upon the platform built over the skids were piled the tools of the crew, cawed blocks for the fire box, axes, saws, grindstones, all that was necessary in their task. Atll o'clock thf-y made their first move. At 2 the donkey had vanished Into that region when the chute head'lay, and the great firs stood waiting the slaughter. "HAHRISBURG UffJWiH TELEGRXFH ; SEPTEMBER 12,191% By midafternoon Stdlla noticed an acceleration of numbers in the logs that came hurtling lakeward. Now at shorter intervals arose the grinding sound of their arrival, the ponderous splash as leaped to the water. It M'as a good thing, she surmised, for Charlie Benton. She could not see where it made much difference to her whether ten logs a day or a hundred came down to the boornsticks. A shadow darkened the door, and Stella looked around to see Jack Fyfe. "How d' do," he greeted. He had seemed a short man. Now, standing {within four feet of her, she perceived that this was an il lusion created by the proportion and thickness of his body. He was, in fact, half a head taller than she, gray eyes met hers squarely, with a cool, impersonal quality of gaze. There was neijher smirk nor em barrassment in his straightforward glance. lie was, in effect, "sizing her up" just as he would have looked casually over a logger ask ing liini for a job. Stella sensed that and, resenting it momentarily, failed to match his manner. She flushed. Fyfe smiled, a broad, friendly grin, in which a wide mouth opened to show strong, even teeth. "Say," he asked easily, "how do you like life in a logging camp by this time? This is sure one hot job you've got." "laterally or slangily?" she asked in a flippant tone. Fyfe's reputa tion,* rather vividly colored, had reached her from various sources. She was not quite sure whether she cared to countenance him or not. There was a disturbing quality in his glance, a subtle suggestion of force about him that she felt with out being able to define in under standable terms. In any case she felt without being able to define in understandable terms. In any case felt more than equal to the task of squelching any effort at familiar ity. even If Jack Fyfe were, in a sense, the convenient god in her brother's machine. Fyfe chuckled at her answer. "Both," he replied shortly, and went out. Lying in her bed that night in the short interval that came between undressing and wearied sleep, she found herself wondering with a good deal more interest about Jack Fyfe than she had ever bestowed upon—well, Paul Abbey, for in stance. (To be continued.) All's Well That •a Ends Well By JAN'K MeLEAX "And so I'll be leaving you to night, ma'am" said Delia march ing majestically out of the room af ter a long and carefully preparted speech. Helen Kalkner, curled up in the large easy chair, said nothing to try to change the girl's mind, but she thought a great deal. Her first thought was that she was glad De lia was going. .Lately the girl had been entirely too independent, and Helen would have been glad of a chance to be rid ot her if Kate hadn't gone out for the afternoon. Helen Falkner dreaded the return of her husband that evening. She wondered vaguely what she would do about dinner. It had been a long time since she had cooked, and she hated to propose going out some where. It would be easier to try to get things ready herself, and serve her husband with as little to say about it as possible. ller thoughts went back to the time before she had married John. She had thought him wonderful then. What had happened to cause this rift between them?- For that there was such a rift could n two were alone. And such a contigency as this of Delia's leav ing without giving notice was re ally a calamity. Helen waited until the door slammed on Delia and she could see her going determinedly down the ! walk, and then she crep down to the hitches and began sin inventory. Det it be Maid to Delia's credit that she left her kitchen in fairly good order and the icebox was well stocked. Before Helen had been in the kitchen long she began to be interested, actually interested, and Flie sat on the kitchen table plan ning dinner for John. She had called him John to her self, and for the first time she felt a thrill of pleasure In his home coming. What was the matter with her? It was really follish to delude herself into believing that he would be any different. And yet she was interested, and she began to get out the things for the evening meal, trying not to think of her hus band at all. There was a steak, red and lus cious looking. "Just what John loves," she caught herself saying half aloud. She would French fry some pota toes, too, and there were peppers In the Icebox. She would stuff them with mushrooms. As she flew about the kitchen enveloped in one Daily Dot Puzzle 25 .14 y,* * • .511 • 7 31 • .6 lO ; b . 2 So .1 * 4 'id 3a 10 .' '. 4 '8 • Aa 0 35 *47 * 8 3b 13 > chill. | ■ "There," she murmured aloud, in i a funny little way she had, a way! John used to love long ago. "There, thut looks perfectly dear." And it did look dear, with her mother's heavy old sliver candle sticks all lifted with candles ready to light. The candles would serve a ciouble purpose. They would keep her face shadowed instead of glar- j ing its every line and expression to I the critical regard of the man who I sat opposite. | She was bending over the steak: ; which she had placed on the broiler when John Faulkner came Into the ( j kitchen. The noise of the gasj burners deadened his footsteps, and j ' he stood for a minute and regarded I the little stooping figure with a look of overwhelming tenderness in his eyes. "Well." lie said finally. "What does this mean?" Helen started; but she managed to shove the steak under the flame before she stood up. "I>elia left this afternoon." "Where is Katie?" "She is out." "I see, what made you bother like this? We could have gone out some where." "I wanted to," Helen returned, | raising her face to Ills. "1 thought you'd grown away] I form all this," he said, something in 1 his eyes that had not been there for| a long time. ' | "I thought so, too," she said truth fully. Her heart was heating mad-1 . ly. John was acting so strangely.! ! Almost as if he liked things this! I way. I "It's like old times." He went on I 7 slowly, "when we didn't have some one always around." "Did you like It then?" asked 1 ; Helen breathlessly. ' Did I like It?'* His tone was ex