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By
BERTRAND W.
SINCLAIR
►pyright. 1916. by L*l. Brwwe
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(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. The
of that low roofed shanty had
n all possible enthusiasm for
hing out of her for the time be
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WEDNESDAY EVENING,
Bringing Up Father copyright, 1917, international News service -> • By NICD/ICLTIVLS\
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"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<? longer be denied, and
Helen had grown to dread the eve
nings spent at home with him and to
look forwAid' to those when they
went out.
It was far easier to pretend
things one didn't feel when others
were present than it was when Just
the> 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
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excitedly. A flush of color came
into her cheeks, the hair began to
curl about her forehead from the
warmth of the oven as she stirred
up a cake hurridely. It was a choco
late cake, and they hadn't had one
since the llrst days of their mar
riage.
In and out of the big dining room
she rushed. She set the table and
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pulled it over in the bay window 1
away from the heavy dome, which j 1
she detested. She rushed out Into j I
th£ garden to pick some sweet peas'
for the low blue bowl, and stirred i
uj) a salad of a delectable richness, i
which she set in the Icebox tq> 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
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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<i
! pressive. ,
"John," she said suddenly, a little
I bit hysterically. "Det's run away
| from It all. I'm miserable." And
i the next minute she was in his arms,!
j her fingers locked about his neck,'
| and they were telling each other all
übout it.
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