16 BIG TIMBER By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR A Co, Continued When supper was over, the work idone and the loggers' celebration Pwas slowly subsiding in the bunk- Chouse she told Charlie with blunt (directness what she wanted to do. •She wanted to go to Vancouver and icarn her living there. "With equally iblunt directness he declared that he "would not permit it. Stella's teeth came together with an angry little wlick. "I'm of cse. Charlie," she said to Jiim. "It isn't for you to say what jou will or will not permit me to 10. I want that money of mine that you used and what I've earned. God knows I have earned it. I can't *tand this work, and I don't intend to. It isn't work; it's slavery." "But what can you do In town?" 3ie countered. "You haven't the 3cast idea what you'd be going up against, Stell. You've never been uway from home, and you've never had the least training at anything useful. Ycu'd be on your uppers in jio time at all. You wouldn't have a gh(Tst of a chance." "I have such a splendid chance Jit-re," she retorted ironically. "If I could get in any position where I'd be more likely to die of sheer stag nation, to say nothing of dirty drudgery, than in this forsaken hole I'd like to know how. I don't think it's possible." "You could be a whole lot worse off if you only knew it," Benton returned grumpily. "If you haven't pot any sense about things. I have. 3 know what a rotten hole Van couver or any other seaport town it for a girl alone. I won't let you Preserved Fruits, Jams and Jellies, added to other foods make a delicious meal and cut tbe cost of living* NOW is the time for preserving SAVE inL FRUIT CROP "A Franklin Sugar for every use * * Granulated, Dainty Lumps, Powdered, Confectioners, Brown : " n*r*AMKiiN , lySigF ——.J) Sold in I, 2 and S lb. cartons and In 2. 5, 10, 25 and 50 lb. cotton b*{i. FRIDAY EVENING, Bringing up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By CEOTWU*. J make any foolish break like that. That's nat." From this position she failed to budge him. Once angered, partly by her expressed intention and partly by the outspoken protest against the mountain of work imposed on her, Charlie refused point blank to give her either the S9O he had taken out of her purse or the three months' wages due. Having made her request and having met with this, to her, amazing refusal. Stella sat dumb. There was too tine a streak in her" to break out in re crimination. She was too proud to cry. So that she went to bed in a fer ment of helpless rage. Virtually she was a prisoner, as much so as if Charlie had kidnaped her and held her so by brute force. The economic restraint was all potent. Without money she could not even leave the camp. And when she contemplated the daily treadmiQl before her she shuddered. At least she could go on strike. Her round cheek flushed with the bitterest anger she had ever known. She sat with eyes burning into the dark of her sordid room and vowed that the thirty loggers should die of slow starvation if they did not eat until she cooked another meal for them. She was still hot with the spirit of mutiny when morning came, but she cooked breakfast. It was not in her to act like a petulant child. Morning also brought a different as pect to things for Charlie told her while he helped prepare breakfast that he was going to take his crew and repay in labor the help Jack Fyfe had given him. "While we're there Jack's cook will feed all hands." said he. "And by the time we're through there I'll have things fixed so it won't be such hard going for you here. Do you want to go along to Jack's camp?" "No," she answered shortly, "I don't. I would much prefer to get away from this lake altogether, as I toid you last night." "You might as well forget that no tion." he said stubbornly. "I've got a little pride in the matter. I don't want my sister drudging at the only kind of work she'd be able to earn a living at." "You're perfectly willing to have mo drudge here," she flashed back. "That's different," he defended. "And it's only temporary. I'll be making real money before long. You'll get your share if you'll have a little patience and put your shoul der to the wheel. Lord, I'm doing the best I can." "Yea, foi yourself," she returned. "You don't seem to consider that I I'm entitled to as much fair play as I you'd have to accord one of your j men. I don't want you to hand me | an easy living on a silver salver. | All I want of you is what is mine) and the privilege .of using my own j Judgment. I'm quite capable of tak-| ing care of myself." If there had been opportunity to l enlarge on that theme they might have come to another verbal clash, j but Benton never lost sight of his primary object. The getting of; breakfast and putting his men about j their work promptly was of more Importance to' him than Stella's grievance. So the incipient storm dwindled to a sullen mood on her part. Breakfast over Benton loaded men and tools aboard a scow hitched beside the boat. He re peated his invitation, and Stella re fused, with a sarcastic reflection on the company she would be com pelled to keep there. The Chi-hamln, with her tow drew off, and she was alone again. "Marooned once more," Stella said to herself when the little steamboat slipped behind the first jutting point. "Oh, if I could just be a man for awhile!" Some time during the next fore noon sh£ went southerly along the lake shore on foot without object or destination, merely to satisfy in some measure the restless craving for action. When she returned to camp at 2 o'clock, driven in by hun ger. Jack Fyfe sat on the doorstep. "How de do? I've come to bring you over to my place," he announced quite casually. "Thanks, I've already declined one pressing invitation to that ef fect," Stella returned dryly. His matter of fact assurance rather nettled her. "A woman always has the priv ilege of changing her mind," Fyfe smiled. "Charlie Is going to be at my camp for at least three weeks. It'll rain soon, and the days'll be pretty gray and dreary and lone some. You might as well pack your war bag and come along." She stood uncertainly. Her tongue held ready a blunt refusal, but she did not utter It, and she did not know why. "I haven't had any lunch," she temporized. "Have you?" He shook his head. "I rowed over here before 12 Thought I'd get you back to camp In time for dinner. You know," he said, with a twinkle In his blue eyes, "a logger never eats anything but a meal. A lunch to us is a snack that you put in your pocket. I guess we lack tone out here. We haven't got past the breakfast-dln ner-supper stage yt. Too busy mak ing the country fit to live in." To be Continued All's Well That * Ends Well a By JANE McLEAN "I might just as well be dead," she said to herself softly. The words came not rebelliously, but sadly, as though they were not idly put, but were rather heartfelt. Then, as though ashamed of herself, she be gan to sew more furiously on the little sewing machine, trying by the whirr of the wheel to drown even the cry of her soul. From time to time she stopped and looked up the village street. It stretched away, partly shaded by overhanging maple branches, the \ rest of it shot with sunlight. She sighed again. It helped to j speak out loud, and so she mur mured. "Old maids never are any good to any one." Then she turned j from the village street and glanced about the little room she called home. Here were her dearest pos-, sessions, but there was no one to share them with; here was where she lived, where she ate her three \ solitarp meals and where nightly she , crept between the sheets —always alone. People In the village did not give much thought to her. She was a good seamstress and was rather pleasant to have around, and she never charged exorbitant prices. Of course, there were dressmakers with more style, but Miss Perkins had a certain knack with children's clothes, and her fingers never wert idle. Every morning Miss Perkins walk ed up the short block to the post office and met the re3t of Forestville waiting eagerly for the mail to be distributed. Not that Miss Perkins ever received anything excepting a notice of the fact that her taxes were due, or a weekly fashion paper, but it was pleasant to go and justle up against the village life, and feel that she was a part of it anyway. That morning she had seen little Rose Quimbly, her blue eyes swimming with tears, say good-by to a tall, good looking boy in uniform. Miss Perkins had not recognized the boy at first, but when he turned her way and she got a good look at his face she had exclaimed almost aloud: "Why its the Warren boy. I never should have known him." And then to herself she reflected, "how nice he looks in his soldier suit." Rose was iooking up into his face, and he was looking down into the wet blue eyes. It hurt Miss Perkins and gave her a twinge of unhappi ness, a sudden voicing of the loneli ness that was always hers. Rose had a. man to give to the great cause. Rose would haunt the post office for a letter every morning. Little Rose Quimby, who was wear ing a little gingham dress that she, i Miss Perkins had made every stitch ! of, was useful to the country. It was ! given to the child and hundreds of Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton Young girls will be sure to like this coat, also women of girl-like figures for it is essetr a" tially youthful in its lines and /C it is absolutely smart and npvel. The cape makes a notable fear ture of the Autumn and this little one is detachable, there .vij.'.'-io . : ' f l\ fore, you may wear it or omii ; J't\ it as you like. Here, the ma : terial is one of the mixed cloths f: Syg<j| '-.jitL;b Jr/Jj that always are serviceable, but r si-J /CS'Tjthis ' 3 a coat that can be made I'vi MTF-r i\ duvetyn or of broadcloth or £*■ j fi \ \ of serge or of gabardine for Ip. simple garment and at the same ■<o f:\ 4* \ time it is an essentially fashion • ft-* jlyi J a^'e one or ' s j ust a on B> jWJ. :: K\\'Jf' R /f] WV plain, loose coat with novel rfr'' .f f'-'i i' pockets and with,the wide belt 'tV'''. I, Jf }-'■ \t '"\J and cape arranged over it. On Hi"'* i• r J mild days, the collar can be '■ ■]'■ rolled open. One of the smart "■t f•'/ cst °f the new trimmings is found in touches of leather and Ki this coat, made of dark green \ rr/f I duvetyn with brown leather buttons and leather belt, would / j.#li be extremely attractive. { A m| For the 16-year size will be needed, 4V6 yards of material U\]\ 44 inches wide, yards 54. 1 'j|| The pattern No. 9536 is cut ||l 9S3S in sizes for 16 and 18 years. It will be mailed to any address >1 by the Fashion Department of 9536 Coat with or without Cape, .ires thss P 3 !**. on tCCKAQt of 611:66,1 16 and 18 years. Price is cents. HARRJSBURG TELEGRAPH i others like her to sacrifice a man to ! the country. Again Miss Perkins thought howl 1 useless she was, and she had j thought of it all the way home, and j long after she had settled herself at: the machine. In her abstraction she even put the fashion pamphlet down absently without giving her self the pleasure of looking through iit carefully before she went to work. This little omission alone showed how isolated Miss Perkins felt, and it was this feeling of de-j Daily Dot Puzzle 9 • r *5 • 8 . 6 >o *4 ! " * -I .3 I 4 16 • 2 g7 • *l7 *' B . 6 ; 2. 65 54 *' s • 19 . .55 2X ' 2 ° 64 M ft ** : 4 • 5b 25 • Zb _jLr L i! 52 6#a 53 "' * 27 • 61 bo • 6Z 28 Dl e ; i . • 5o 2<3 • 4Q 3 38 4e • V • A * -MLJ 1 " 47 • 37* 4o • • • j ; 4b. ' . SS t . 4Z 35 45 44 34- • 4a • •] Sunbonnet Sue, Sunbonnet Sue, . | Trace all the lines, she'll sing for i you. Draw from 1 to 2 and so on to fl the end. tachment that had caused her to remark that she might Just as well' be dead. At noon Miss Perkins fried her self an egg and made some toast and tea. Generally she welcomed her noonday meal as a break in the day. To-day it only served to emphasize her loneliness. At twelve thirty her few dishes, washed and put away, she was back at her work. The long! stretch of afternoon was before her and the solitary night meal which she dreaded to-night more than ever. She hated to look forward to it, and to the period of twilight af terward, but she tried by humming a little tune to make herself forget everything and she was merrily sew ing away, almost succeeding, when the outer door was pushed open and I two little bare-footed children came j into the room. They grinned, and timidly camel across the room. "Susie Brown told us you had cookies," piped the older! one, looking up at Miss Perkins out of a tangle of gold curls. The words! were a direct statement, but the "Onward With God!" Cries Kaiser While Hungry Austria Clamors For Peace . \\ ill Russia or Austria be the first to collapse under the hammering of the enemy legions with out the discord of quarreling forces within? Some editors even think the reply to this question will decide the war. While Russia staggers under the loss of Riga, the demoralization of her armies, and the desperate confusion of her internal affairs, Austria recoils before Italy's inexorable offensive and her hungry people clamor for an early peace. If Germany can force Russia into a separate peace, she opens for herself a vast reservoir of desperately needed supplies, doubles the number of men available for her Western battle-line?, and increases tremendously the difficulty of the task to which America is pledged. On the other hand, if Italy brings Austria to her knees, Germany is cut off from Turkey and Bulgaria, her Pan-Ger manic dream is shattered and peace with victory is brought immeasurably nearer for the United States and her Allies. The leading article in THE LITERARY DIGEST for September 15th, shows, these two upper most phases of the war in all its lights. Other articles that will be sure to interest the public in this number of "The Digest" are:— The New "Soldiers of Freedom" Marching Hosts Comprising the New National Army Enter Training Camps to Prepare For the Battlefields in France. Where Loyal Labor Stands The Pacifist Pilgrims Will the Price of Bread Come Down? The President Stirs Teutonic Ire Hunger in Hungary Germany's Peace Offer to Russia What Bulgaria Wants 1 The Birthplace of the Battle-Tank A New Source, of Aeroplanes Politeness in War Times Garbage As a Food-Waste Index "Egg Savers" That Do Not Save To Create a New Niagara Falls? "A Son of the Middle Border" Etiquette of the Flag The Foolish Cult of the Japanese Print Red Cross Work For School Girls Moral Prophylaxis in the Army John Calvin Reversed Persona] Glimpses, and Financial News A Striking Selection of Illustrations "The Digest'' Breaks Down Antiquated Barriers It is only by learning to understand one another that TIIE LITERARY DIGEST, published not exclusively men or nations can achieve a real peace. All wars, for the rich man or the poor man, not for the militarist national, social, or personal, spring from lack of compre- or the pacifist, not for the idealist or the practical plod hension. The man or woman who strives to see things as der, not for the alien or the native-born, but for all of they look to the other side—is, in his or her small way, these alike. It strives to present all view-points upon helping to hasten the coming day when all resort to the great questions of our time without bias. It quotes violence may be as obsolete as the dodo The leading from all periodicals freely and impartially. Read it and pioneer in this direction among current periodicals is learn to understand your fellow man. September 15th Number on Sale To-day—All News-dealers —10 JCents T#i TH© T\ . I Distinction to 1 I I I \Be a Reader off I I I y I \ jJL iV/liVUi / | FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY (Publiihen of the Famous NEW Standard Dictionary), NEW YORK meaning was plain enough, and Miss Perkins, laughingly heartily, went out to the cookie jar and brought in a big plate. There was one thing about Miss Perkins, she could bake cookies. No mother with a dozen little fists to keep replenished with the crumbly dainties could do better, and the crunching of the small teeth bore eloquent testimony to the fact that her art was ap preciated. "We'll come back to-morrow and play with your cat," announced Gold en Curls. And then the two tod dled out again, their dirty fingers clasped over a generous supply of the cookies. Miss Perkins smiled happily it this diversion and was just about to settle at the machine again when she saw Rose Qulmby coming in the gate. The girl's eyes were red, but she smiled at Miss Perkins. "I thought I'd come down and see you," she said a little tremu lously. "You're the cheerfulest per son in this village. Ma wants to know if you can't come up and cat SEPTEMBER 14, 1917. supper with us to-night, we're go ing to have fresh bread." And Rose kissed Miss Perkin's faded cheek lightly, and sat down close to the sewing machine. Sisters Future in Double Wedding at Gettysburg Gettysburg, Pa., Sept. 14.—A double wedding in which occurred here this week, when sisters featur ed, Miss Regina Sneeringer became the bride of Henry Groft, and Miss Bertha Sneeringer wedded James Livelsperger. The two couples took their honeymoon trip together and after returning will live in the same house. A third wedding was that of Miss Mildred Long and William Groft, not a brother of the Groft In the Sneeringer wedding. STOPS HAGUE, PAIN, NEURALGI Don't Suffer! Get a dime pack age of Dr. James' Headache Powders You can clear your neaa and re lieve a dull, splitting or violen throbbing headache in a momen with a Dr. James' Headache Powdet This old-time headache relief acts al most magically. Send some one t 1 the drug store now for a dime pack age and a few moments after yoi take a powder you will wonder wha became of the headache, neuralgi and pain. Stop suffering—lt's need less. He sure you get what you as for.—Adv.
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