IJjfil the farciikg : |pljj BIG TIMBER By* BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR i Ccpytifht. 1916. fcjr UHI*. Inm A Ct>. ' Continued Ki'ty Jchn and her people came back from the salmon fishing. Then Charlie wheedled Stella into tak ing up the cookhouse burden again. Stella consented. In truth she could do nothing else. Charlie spent a little of his contract profits in pip ing water to the kitchen and a few things to brighten up and make more comfortable their own quar ters. "Just as soon as I can put an other boom over the rapids, Stell," he promised, "I'll put a cook on the job. I've got to sail a little close for awhile. With this crew I ought to put a million feet in the water in six weeks. Then I'll be over the hump, and you can take it easy. But till then" — "Till then I may as well make my self useful," Stella Interrupted caustically. "Well, why not?" Benton de manded impatiently. "Nobody around here works any harder than I do?" And there the matter rested. CHAPTKR VI One Way Out That was a winter of big snow. November opened with rain. Day after day the sun hid his face be hind massed, spitting clouds. Morn ing, noori and night the eaves 'of the shacks dripped steadily, the gaunt limbs of hardwoods were a line of coursing drops, and through all the vast reaches of fir and cedar the patter of rain kept up a dreary monotone. Whenever the mist that blew like rolling smoke along the mountains lifted for a brief hour there, creeping steadily downward, lay the banked white. Before the snow put a stop to logging. Jack Fyfe dropped in once a week or so. When work shut down he came oftener, but he never singled Stella out for any particular attention. Once he surprised her sitting with her face buried in her palms. She looked up at his quiet entrance, and her face must have given him his cue. He leaned a little toward her. "How long do you think you can stand It?" he asked gently. "God knows," she answered, sur prised into speaking the thought that lay uppermost in her mind, sur W NERVES Better nerves—better health. For the run-down, tired, weak and worn. HYPOFERRIN Tablets furnish the nerve food that Nature has denied you. A stogie day 's treatment often produces remarkable results— SI.OO per package. 8 packages for W.OO from your Druggist, or direct from us if he cannot supply you. Sold only on the con dition that we refund your money If you are not pleased with HYPOrERRIN results The SentaneJ Remedies Company, Inc., Masonio Temple. Cincinnati. Ohio. PEA COAL J. B. Montgomery Third and Chestnut Both Phones TUESDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManus -TOULL NOT CET 1 1 I Jl HE ,, O . I \ ] I H °°! < ?, POUR TO ° I MHH OOT WHILE I <O t O 1 COME ] 'f = - prised beyond measure that he should read that thought. He stood looking do\Vn at her for a second or two. His lips parted, but he closed them again over what ever rose to his tongue and passed silently through the dining room and into the bunkhouse, where Ben ton had preceded him a matter of ten minutes. It lacked a week of Christmas. That day three of Benton's men had gone In the Chickamin to Roaring Springs for supplies. They had re turned in midafternoon, and Stella guessed by the new note of hiliarity in the bunkhouse that part of the supplies had been liquid. This had happened more than once since the big snow closed in. She remem bered Charlie's fury at the logger who started Matt the cook on his spree, and she wondered at this re laxation, but it was not in her province, and she made no com ment. „Jack Fyfe stayed to supper that evening. Neither he nor Charlie came back to Benton's quarters when the meal was finished. While she stacked up the dishes Katy John observed: "Goodness sakes, Miss Benton, them fellers was fresh at supper. They was half drunk, some o|f them. I bet they'll be half a dozen lights before mornin'." Later there rose a brief clamor. In the dead silence that followed she heard a thud and the .clinking smash of breaking glass, a panted oath, sounds of struggle. Stella slipped on a pair of her brother's gum boots and an over coat and ran out on the path beaten from their cabin to the shore. It led past the bunkhouse, and on that side opened two uncurtained win dows, yellow squares that struck gleaming on the snow. The panes of one were broken now, sharp frag ments standing like saw teeth in the wooden sa^h. She stole warily near and looked in. Two men were being held apart, one by three of his fellows, the other by Jack Fyfe alone. Fyfe grinned mildly, talking to the men in a quiet, paciilc tone. "Now you know that was noth-. ing to scrap about," she heard him say. "You're both full of fighting whisky, but a bunkhouse isn't any place to fight. Wait till morning. If you've still got it in your systems go outside and have it out. But you shouldn't disturb our game and break up the furniture. Be gentle men, drunk or suber. Better shake hancis and call it square." "Aw, let 'em go to it, if they want to." Charlie's voice, drink thickened, harsh, came from a corner of the room into which she could not see until she moved nearer. By the time she picked him out Fyfe resumed his seat at the table where three others and Benton waited with cards in their hands, red and white chips and money stacked before them. She knew enough of cards to realize that a stiff poker game was on the board when she had watched one hand dealt and played. It angered her, not from any ethical motive, but because of her brother's part in it. He had no funds to pay a cook's wages, yet he could afford to lose on one hand as much as he credited her with for a month's work. She could slave at the kitchen job day in and day out to save him |4 5 a month. He could lose that without the flicker of an eyelash, but he couldn't pay her wages on de mand. Also she saw that he had imbibed too freely, if the redness of his face and the glassy fixedness of his eyes could be read aright. "Pig!" she muttered. "If that's his idea of pleasure. Oh, well, why should I care? I don't, so far as lie's concerned, if Icould just get away # from this bealst of a place myself." Abreast of her a logger came to the broken window with a sack to bar out thev frosty air. And, Stella, realizing suddenly that she was shivering with the cold, ran back to the cabin and got into her bed. But she did not sleep, save in un easy periods of dozing, until mid night was long past. Then Fyfe and her brother, came, in, and by the sounds she gathered that Fyfe was putting Charlie to bed. She heard his deep, drawling voice urg ing the unwisdom of sleeping with calked boots on and Benton's hlc cupy response. The rest of the night she slept fitfully, morbidly imagin ing terrible things. She was afraid, that wan the sum and substance of it. Over in the bunkhouse. the carousal was still at its height. She could not rid herself of the sight of those two men struggling to be at each other like wild beasts, the bloody face of the one who had been struck, the coarse animalism of tho whole whisky saturated gang. It repelled and disgusted and fright ened her. To be Continued Daily Dot Puzzle 4. 3. 2 '*• •" • „ 5 § "® c 6 ° " 5 5 7. • Ib . i \V ,fl 57 \ W-\* \ Ks *.is A " 43" -'A - • 54 44 42* • fl' * 5I " * 4) ° S 5 ° -4,40 vLip ' ?\ 7 4-8 • .4r^ "Wife, of wife, bring me my That I may shoot the carrion crow." Draw from one to two and so on to the end. (I 1 1 1 11 1 11 i 1 11 fifHrfTji TELEGRAPH 1 "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" I Copyright by International News Service Copyright, 1917, International News Service. Helen heard sounds of weeping on the other side of the door that led into the Atwood apartment. She stopped and considered gravely. Ought she to go in? Was Frances in any deep trouble, and if so, wasn't it possible that she might not want to be disturbed? Then on the other hand was the fact that if Frances were crying so desperately might not she, Helen, help in some way to stop her tears? Helen felt that she was a privileged friend of Frances and Carp, and yet what could there be in Frances' happy life to make her sob so terribly? At last deciding that it would be better to ring and discover whether she was wanted, Helen pressed tne button. There was a sudden cessa tion of the weeping, and the stir of someone moving on the other side of the door. Helen knew by the sound that whoever was crying was in the big studio, for the outer door opened directly into it. After waiting another minute or two the door was swung open, not by Frances, as Helen had thought possible, but by Viva Nesbitt, her unusually sleek little head strangely tumbled and her great dark eyes heavy with tears. "My dear child," Helen began, hardly knowing what to say. "Oh, it's you, Jfrs. Curtis," Viva said abruptly; "did you want to see Frances? She's not in this morn ing." Viva's remark was plainly dis courteous and Helen felt that the girl did not want to be bothered, but with the new insight into her character that had come with the past few months, and the actual friendship that Helen had hoped had sprung up between them, she could not biear to let Viva suffer all alone. "Viva, dear," Helen said timidly, afraid of being repulsed, "please let me help ytyi." There was a moment's silence as V iva s eyes met Helen's uncom promisingly, and then, almost as if she were too tired to argue, she turned away, and Helen came in and closed the door. She did not press tlie girl, but finally, when Viva made no effort to say anything, Helen advanced and slipped her arm around the girl's shoulders. Instantly there was a long-drawn sigh and the girl drew away. "Please don't," she said, in muf fled tones, "there's nothing at all you can do." "Is it about Mr. Leonard?" Helen whispered, before Viva could freeze her out entirely. As though the mention of the name had recalled everything to her, Viva wheeled suddenly. "Yes, they've taken him," she stormed passionately; "of course you can't Know what that means to me, but b#'s all I have, all 1 have in this world to care for." Again came those long, racking sobs that shook the girl all over and made Helen wonder how so frail a body could sustain such wild grief. "You'd better go, Mrs. Curtis, be fore I say something I shall be sorry for. I don't want anyone to tell me to bear up and be proud of him and all the time-worn sentiments that people advance who don't know what they're talking about. Other girls have happy homes, people to love them, everything in the world to make them happy. I have just him. He's the first person I have ever loved like this. I need him more than his country needs him." Helen was sorrier for Viva than she had even been for anyone in her life. 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What about the mothers with little babies to take care of? KVhat about the girls with none of your advan tages who accept the results of the war with courage and l'aith in their hearts? You are giving way to everything that is narrow and small in your nature, and if you really love Mr. Leonard as you say you do you are making it unutterably hard for him." Viva turned upon Helen like a whirlwind, but Helen met her look of concentrated fury and did not flinch. "You know that I'm saying only what is true," she persisted. 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O The Most Remarkable Fashion Show in Harrisburg D [IATIE ADHERE to our policy of dis- purposes, or on memorandum to be M sSQt playing only garments and hats shipped back the next day. Every gar- || E&Scs , . . ment or hat posed can be oositivelv 0 taken from out of our regular found in QUr regular stock Qn the gec _ stocks. There are absolutely no gar- Q nd floor. Come and see for to see, JJ i ments or hats bought for display is to convince yourself. Q 1 Come and See This M B 5 ' n Everybody Is Welcome! u 'oooßOßoaocaoßODOcaoEaoEaocroaoooEio and she held out her hands im pulsively. There was a tense moment and then the fierce light in Viva's eyes died out. She wavered a moment and then slipped across into Helen's comforting arms. Helen let her sob quietly, for she knew that after the first shock was over Viva's new powers of self-control would assert themselves and She would meet the situation bravely and Well. (Watch for tile next instalment of this always Interesting series.) BOOKS AND MAGAZINES Chronicles of Pennsylvania, from the English Revolution to the Peace of Aly-la-Chapelle, 1688-1748, by Charles P. Keifh. For sale by the author, 308 Walnut street, Philadel phia, at $5 (covering both volumes and postage.) This work deals with a neglected and misunderstood portion of Penn sylvania history, the sixty years when the settlement of British Quakers in Philadelphia and adja cent counties had already been ac complished, and the French an,d In dian wars had not been begun. Penn's'later life, the pacificist stand of the Legislature, the German and Scotch-Irish immigrations, and the inauguration of paper money based upon farmers' loans, were the great features, while having the most last- SEPTEMBER 18, 1917. lng results were the establishment of the great religious denominations, not only the Society of Friends, but also the Baptists, Episcopalians, Lu therans, Mennanites, Moravians, Presbyterians, Schwenkfelders and Reformed. As to all these imparti ally much information, sometimes many details, with biographical sketches of Whitefield and Zinzen dorf, are given in this work, which also discusses some matters like Penn's treaty, the land system, the boundary dispute with Maryland, etc., sometimes overrunning the period. The author is not a Quaker, not violently anti-Quaker, but is fairly critical and yet charitable; the undertaking is no cfiooniium upon William Penn, whose faults and mis takes are shown up, and he is liken ed to a Stuart king; while such allow ance is made for his abilities and his difficulties that he is called "more of a statesman than a saint, a better preacher than a business man, a rather weak ruler, but. considering the people he ha'd to deal with, in cluding kings, Quakers and Indians, and his general success, we ought finally to say the greatest of the long line of Pennsylvania politicians." Some things about him will astonish most readers; for instance, a bishop of the Church of England suggested the policy of buying the Indians' land. Penn's urging of a Parliament or Peace Tribunal of Europe has lately received attention. The au thor takes the Maryland side in the boundary contention. Much of the two volumes forming the book ii taken up with the Indians as tribes, nations, or political bodies havins constant affairs with the province. How to Get Rid of Corns People suffering: from tired, swol len. aching feet, or from stinging, burning corns or calluses will be glad to know that these nerve-racking, niisprv-bringing can be quickly overcome by a simple home treatment that will not cause one bit of pain or soreness. from your druggist get a small jar of Ice-Mint. Rub a little on any pain ful corn or callus. 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