!W <MVJ all ihe fanviKj ]|S|| BIG I TIMBER By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR Ccpytifht. 1916. ky LittU. Inn 6 Cx>, -* (Continued.) he was quite positive that she i going to dislike Jack Fyfo if he' •e thrown much In her way.; ■re was something about him that j resented. The difference be-j en him and the rest of the rude j iv among which she must, per •e. live was a question of degree, < of kind. There was certainly 1 le compelling ' magnetism about man. But along witn it went I it she considered an almost brutal j ?ctness of speech and action, t of this conclusion came from j rsav, part from • observation,; ited though her opportunities 1 been for the latter. Miss Stella iton, for all her poise was not ve jumping at conclusions. There i something about Jack Fyfe that resented. She irritably dis sed It as a foolish impression, but ; fact remained that the mere steal nearness of him seemed to her on the defensive as if he i e in reality a hunter and she I hunted. I 'vfe joined Charlie Benton about t.me she finished work. The' >e of them sat pn the grass be-1 ■ Renton's quarters, and every i p Jack Fvfe's eyes rested on her steeled herself to resist—what, did not know. Something ln ?ible, something that disturbed She had never experienced thing like that before; it tan zed her, roused her curiosity, re was nothing occult about the i. He was nowise fascinating, er in face or manner. He made bid for her attention. Yet dur the half hour he sat there la's mind revolved constantly ut him. She recalled all that had heard of him, much of it n her point of view, highly dis- . litable. Inevitably she fell to iparing him with other men she j he had. in a way. unconsciously Home Comfort Cast I Garland Steel Ranges We are exclusive representatives of this high I grade steel Range. The Garland Ranges have I warming closets instead of pipe shelf which gives aHHHp|iNpHp I extra room for baking. The warming closet can I be used whenever there is fire in Range. Our # I Signal Garland Stc' 1 Range, If you have an old stove see us. We will give you a liberal allow ance for it if you purchase a new one here. on Ea6y an< * I Payments M Stoves 312 Market THURSDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright. 1917, International News Service -> By McM(inUs SEND OVER S IM ON~ A ' ™ ,NK ™ ,?5 ~1 f" V /MAT 1 ITb *ROOND 1 flfllWS. - I WHAT HERE <bOME Tft r "~ AND LABEL THE Box J THE VIFE UP B™ 5 J AO THE MAD RIVER? PLACE -DON'T ™V ;• I been prepared for just such a meas i ure of concentration upon Jack i Fyfe. For he was a power on Roar ! ing I„ake and power—physical, in- j j tellectual or financial—exacts its i own tribute of consideration. He ] was a fighter, a dominant, h%rd ; bitten woodsman, so the tale ran.} He had gathered about him the i toughest crew on the lake, himself, I j upon occasion, the most turbulent of - 'all. He controlled many square j l miles of big timber, and he had got' | it all by his own effort in the eight year ssince he came to Roaring lake, !as a hand logger. He was slow of ! speech, chain lightning in action. I I respected generally, feared a lot.' i All these things her brother and j | Katy John had sketched for Stella i with much verbal embellishment. j There was no ignoring such a man. Brought into close contact j with the man himself, Stella felt the I radiating force of his personality.! There it was, a thing to be reckoned with. She felt that whenever Jack Fyfe's gray eyes rested imperson- j lally on her. His pleasant, freckled face hovered before her until shei 'fell asleep, and in her sleep she | dreamed of him. ' . CHAPTER V Durance Vile Rv Sept. 1 a growing uneasiness 1 'hardened into distasteful certainty l upon Stella. It had become her! firm resolve to get what money was due her when Charlie marketed his j | logs and try another field of labor.' i That camp on Roaring lake was be- t 'coming a nightmare to her She, had no inherent dislike for work. | She was too vibrantly alive to be lazy. But she had had an overdose j ]of unaccustomed drudgery, and she | was growing desperate. If there j hud been anything to keep her mind ' from continual dwelling on the inani- t fold disagreeableness she had to cope with, she might have felt dif ferently, but there was not. She ate, slept, worked —ate, slept, and worked again—till every fibre of her ■ b?lng cried out in protest against the deadening round. Benton left to make his delivery l |of logs to the mill company, andl 11 meantime Stella had leisure to think; land plan for the future. She felt that she could not stand her sur-' | roundings any longer and determined j to tell Chailie so. | Ten days later he and his loggers ■ returned, all more or less exhllar-! with liquor. He himself was : fairly mellow and rejoicing over a 1 0,000,000 foot contract he had j secured and which was to be de-.j I livered as early as possible in tie i i spring. ■' (To be continued.) HARRISBURG TEtEGRSPH! All's Well That x Ends Well r By Jane McLean | 1 "I guess you can't learn an old c ' dog to do new tricks," said the old | r ■ man from his comfortable seat in j t 5 1 the rocker. "If It hadn't been for yer 1 1 ma, ye wouldn't have had no school- v r in". So don't go thlnkin' yerself bet- \ t ter than your people." "Oh. I don't father!" Sara re- J ' turned quickly. "Isui X do want ' 1 j things to be nice when he comes. 1 t1 do want him to like you." < 1 | "Of course® you do, dear," inter- " " posed her mother gently. "But pa J 1 and I are old folks, you know. We J | can't get onto your new-fangled ways ' 5 j all at on£e." "| "And If he's the right kind of a j chap It won't make no difference ; I or not; and as for eatin' in the kitch "' en. it's nicer anyway." | e j Sara's mother shook her head re-1 monstratingly ta the girl, who then I ! said no more. She was not a snob; - she had no wish to seem better than I her people; but when she had prom , ised to marry Jack King and he had promised to come down to the farm ' and spend a week afer her school had closed, she had been wondering what he would say to the fact that her father and mother, dear as they i were, were just plain country peo i pie. j Sara had spent an eventful Christ | mast with Jack's sister, and the • memory of their town home, with I its simple but attractive furniture,} | the table loaded with silver and fine | j cut glass, the meals served in j | courses, and the perfection of the J ! service, which seemed to be always i just right, made her dread Jack's I coming to the farm. ) Sara's mother had insisted on a j I normal school education for her | daughter, and after she had finished j | she had gone away "to teach. The i littie girl who used to run around the | farm in a sun bonnet and a gingham j I dress now wore her hair done up in : | soft braids on her head. She no long- j er answered to the name of Sallie. i and her parents were almost un- j comfortable in her presence so often did she compare their manner of j living with that of her friends. It ! was no wonder that the advent of| Jack King was not looked upon with j ! great pleasure by any one in the j I house, Sara herself, included. But the days passed and Jack j cme. Sara met him at the station J and they drove through the fragrunt country to the old farm. Sara's heart ] was so filled with the joy of having | Jack again that she almost for> her family troubles, but when sne j turned in the driveway and saw her j mother dodge hastily Indoors at the 1 sight of them, the old fear and worry came back. "What a beautiful old place," Jack was saying. "You never told me how beautiful It was." And then | Sara drew up before the old horse j Daily Dot Puzzle ~ _ to* ig • *5 ! II 8 7 4 - tZ . • • 7 3 z 15 * yn * * I (\ • 14* V 4i 15* V 39 | 6 . • 38 ,7# 37. j ! 21 135* ?'*> 4 * >8 * li . # 29 .< & 2 * 25 28 * to •• • • 2fc 27 3i j What did Willie make? Draw from 1 to 2 and so on to the end. block and her father, looking un comfortable in his coat and unac lostomed collar, came out to be in troduced. Jack gripped the older man's hand heartily, which some what restored the confidence of which the clothes had robbed him, and then a farmhand came to take the carriage away and three turned toward the house. Inside there was a faint smell of delicious food. Freshly baked bread, and flaky pies, and sundry other good things. The big livingrooin that ran almost the length of the house looked cool and inviting. Sara had rubbed the furniture until it shone and big bowls of flowers stood everywhere. Jack stared about him and then turned again to Sara. 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Gately & Fitzgerald Supply Co. ll ome 29-31-33-35 South Second Street Family Furnishers " The Different Kind of a Credit Store" <- Clothiers enthusiastically nnd continued to praise everything he saw as soon as ho saw it. At lirst Sara thought lie was trying to be polite, but Jack was too genuine for that, and she saw he was actually enjoying him- i self. Supper in the dininKroom with ; the big door open to the porch and the smell of honey-suckle float ing in, was a wonderful meal to Jack. Sara had tabooed the kero sene lamps, and had substituted old candelabra that she had unearthed in the attic. The soft candle light I Ilickered on the table that groaned with good things to eat. Freshly-fried brook trout, crusty rolls, cold sliced ham, a whole chick en, honey and bis pitchers of ice | cold milk, everything was put on at s once lit the homeUy country fashion, but Jack did not seem to mind, I thought Sara comfortably, and every. | I thing went along beautifully. Over j I the blackberries and chocolate cake, I Sara's father asked suddenly. "How'd you like to go flshin' to- j j morrow ?" I "Great 1 ." Jack responded prompt- j i ly. "There, Sallie, 1 told you he'd I like flshin'," the old man said, slap ; ping his knee. Sara flushed. Sho I did hate to be called Sallie. I "The three of us'll get an earl? I start," the old man continued. "You SEPTEMBER 13, T9T7* can put us up a lunch, eh, mother?" Mrs. Wicks smiled and nodded. Afterward, down by the old garden gate, Sara and Jack stopped a min ute to look Into each other's eyes. "Girl," said Jack, softly, "your 1 father is a Reach and your mother is the dearest thing I've ever met. 1 love the way your dad calls you Sallie. I'm going to have the time of my life down here. I can see that. Let's come down here often J after we're married." And Sara squeezed Jack's hand and wondered what he would think if ho knew how she had worried about his coming. 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