BIG
TIMBER
By
BERTRAND W.
SINCLAIR
Copyright. 1916. by UMta.
6 Co.
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Continued
"There you are," he said. "I
m't know, either. We'd start even,
en, /or the sake of argument. No,
guess wo wouldn't either, because
>u're tho only woman I've run
irons so far with whom I could
Imly contemplate spending the
st of my life in close contact.
ißt's a fact. To me it's a highly
iportant fact. You don't happen
have nny such feeling about me,
I 9 "
"No. I hadn't even thought of
u in that way," Stella answered
iithfully.
"You want to think about me,"
i snid calmly. "You want to think
>out me from every possible angle,
cause I'm going to come back and
k you this same question every
ce in awhile so long as you're in
Rch and doing this dirty work for
thankless boss. You want to think
me as a possible refuge from a
have you chum with, and TAO
of disagreeable things. I'd like
:e to h;ive some incentive to put
binr white bungalow on that old
nidation for us two," he smiled.
I never do it for mvself alone. On
Take n tmmb'ing chance aVd
irry me, Stella. Say yes, and say
OW."
Hut sbonk her head rpsolulv
'' r * I**itv John camp In hist then
•fe took his foot off the stove and
"t out of tbp kitchen. HP throw
irl.mcp OVP>- his shoulder at Stella,
broad smile, as if to sav that he
iboi-ed no grudsre aijd nursed no
>u"d in his vanity because she
"'id have none of him.
Katy rnnc the breakfast gong.
VP minutes later the tattoo of
Ives and snoons told the apnetites
process of apneaspment. Charlie
roe into the kitchen in the midst
this, hearing certain unmistakable
rns. His eves were inflamed, his
eeks Mil! bearing the flush of
uor. His demeanor was that of
man suffering an intolerable head
he and correspondingly short
npered. Stella barely spoke to
■n. It was bad enough for a man
make a beast of himself with
lisky, but far worse was his gam
ns streak.
Stella watched him bathe his head
piously in cold water and then seat
uself at the long table trying to
rce food upon an aggrieved and
hollious stomach. Gradually .-v
od of recklessness welled up in
r breast.
'For two pins I would marry
L'k Fyfe," she told herself savagely,
nytliing would be better than
CHAPTER Vn
The Plunge
Stella went over that queer debate
good many times in the ten days
ut followed. It revealed Jack Fyfe
her in a new, inexplicable light,
oiltl variance with her former
neeption of the man. She could
t have visualized him standing
tli one foot on the stove front
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speaks with one foot on the stove
front speaking calmly of love and
marriage if she had not seen him
with her own eyes, heard him with
somewhat incredulous ears. She had
continued to endow him with the
attributes of unrestrained passion,
of headlong leaping to the goal of
his desires, of brushing aside ob
stacles and opposition with sheer
brute force and he had shown un
reckcned qualities of restraint, of
understanding. She was not quite
sure if this were guile or sensible
consideration. He had put his case
logically, persuasively evenv, She
was wry sure that if he had adopted
emotional methods she would have
been repelled. If he had laid siege
to her hand and heart in the ortho
dox fashion she would have raised
that siege in short order. As it
stood, in spite of her words to him,
there was in her own mind a lack of
finality. As she went about her
daily tasks that prospect of trying a
fresh fling at the world as Jack
Fyfe's wife tantalized her with cer
tain 'lesirpble features.
Was it worth while to play the
game as she must play it for some
time to come, drudge away at mean,
sordid work and amid the dreariest
sort of environment? At best she
could only get away from Charlie's
camp and begins along new lines that
might perhnps be little better, that
must inevitably lie among strangers
in a strange land. To what end?
What did she want of life anyway?
She had to admit that she could not
say fully and explicitly what she
wanted. When she left out her ma
terial wants there was nothing but a
nebulous craving for—what? Love,
she assumed. And she could not de
fine love, except as some Incompre
hensible transport of emotion which
irresistibly drew a man and a woman
together, a divine fire kindled in two
hearts. It was not a thing she could
vouch for by personal experience. It
might never touch and warm her.
that divine fire. Instinct did now
and then warn her that some time
it would wrap her like a flame. But
in the meantime life had her in mid
stream of Its remorseless, drab cur
rent, sweeping her along. A foothold
offered. Half a loaf, a single slice
of bread even, is better than none.
Jack Fyfe did not happen in
again for nearly two weeks and
then only to pay a brief call, but
he f.tole oil opportunity, when Katy
John was not looking, to whisper
in Stella's car:
To be Continued
All's Well That
Ends Well m
By JANE M'MSAN
They had been called Mary and
Martha, not that their mother had
thought of the Bible story, or of its
queer application, but for the fact
that they were twin girls and simple
names were the vogue in South Falls.
But strange to say, they adhered
strictly to the Bible story. As babies
there was not much difference, they
looked distractingly alike, and both
were dimpled and very, very good.
But as they grew older Mary began
to show dreamy tendencies. Martha
bustled around like her mother, she
learned to make bread and rolls, and
her capable little fingers evolved all
kinds of dainties for the church
picnics.
Mary liked to lie on her back in
the sunlight and make daisy chains',
she would stand for hours before the
mirror which she shared with her
sister, pulling her hair ribbon into
butterfly loops or smiling in differ
ent ways until Martha would tell her
mother that she didn't know what to
make of Mary's actions.
"I declare that child will never
know anything," Mrs. Martin used to
say despairingly. "I tell you, pa, I
don't know where she gets those
actions of hers."
But the good-natured Mr. Martin |
would look up over his spectacles i
and remark gently. "Let lier alone, I
ma; you was a child yourself once."
And so Mary was left alone, and
she grew up a tall, slim girl, with
wind-blown hair ana something in
her eyes that used to puzzle Martha.
It was as though Mary dreamed
dreams, and was made of finer clay,
although her status in her own family
was absolutely nil. It was Martha
who was the admired of all the
swains in the neighborhood. Martha,
could bake fifteen kinds of cake, and
whose bread was the best in the vil- i
lage; Martha, with her neatly wound, j
smooth braids, her plump little fig- |
ure and her rosy, good-natured face, i
Mary was the flyaway; Mary would
never make any kind of a wife—she j
was too queer. And so it was Martha !
who was driven to the band concerts j
and who had an escort home from ;
church on Sunday morning.
Not that Mary cared. She was i
happy enough. She read everything !
she could get, and she would hike for j
hours out in the sunshine, making up
stories in which she was always the 1
heroine. Mary never did any of the |
work which Martha and her mother
accomplished so painstakingly, and ;
rather than have her attempts at j
help, which were always offered in a j
half-hearted fashion, and which bore !
inevitably bad results, Mary was left j
to her own devices:
One day excitement came into the j
Martin establishment, for company j
was expected. Mrs. Hill, who took j
boarders, was over full, and out of
friendship Mrs. Martin offered to
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take one of the overflow. The fact
that the boarder was an author wno
needed rest and would give no one
any trouble made th advent of com
pany all the more exciting. All
morning of the day he v/as expected
Mrs. Martin and Martha cooked and
stewed and baked. Mary brought
an armful of wild flowers and ar
ranged them in a Chinese blue bowl.
Mrs. Martin scoffed at the idea of
putting weeds into the man's room.
"He'll throw them out the first
thing," she commented; but, never
theless. the bouquet was left un
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molested on the bureau, and helped
to bestow a home-like atmosphere on
the scrupulously clean but rather
spare bedroom.
The guest came and Was duly es
corted upstairs. Mary had forgotten
all about him and had gone off by |
herself for the afternoon; but Martha I
was-present and had the whole ad
vantage of seeing him first. By the
time dinner was ready she was quite
sure that she had made an impression
on the romantic-looking stranger.
She wondered what he would think
of Mary, and laughed a little at the
fact that she had always been a help
j to her mother, and that the stranger
couldn't hesitate a moment should
| he decide to favor either of the girls
j with his attention. Martha was not
averse to marrying a city man and
"seeing the sights," as she put It.
Martha buzzed around the strang
er when he came down and was en
sconced with the family in the big
dining room. There was nothing
that she did not think of. His slight
est want was attended to immediate
ly and the excellent meal was duly
enjoyed. Mary was late, as usual,
and for this Martha was not sorry,
now, indeed, she would not fail to
make an impression on the stranger.
"Who put that blue bowl of flow
ers in my room?" he queried when
the meal was half over.
Martha looked up. "O, Mary did
that," she returned quickly. "I told
her you wouldn't like it. I'll go
right up now and throw them out."
"Oh, no, you won't," he expostu
lated quickly. "They're beautiful. I
never saw anything more artistic
than the way they're arranged. You I
say your sister did It. Miss Martin?" I
Martha nodded and then Mary |
came in. Mary, with her bronze j
hair ruffled by the breeze, with her |
blue eyes and her breath short, for i
she had hurried. The stranger I
looked at her as if he had seen an
apparition, and she looked back at
him. There was never a moment of
Indecision on the part of either, as
Martha said afterward, it was queer,
but Mary said lightly as though she
had known the stranger all her life.
"Did you like my flowers?"
The stranger nodded eagerly, and
they began to talk. That fall Mary
SEPTEMBER 20, 1917. '
the useless married one of the
wealthiest men In Cleveland and
went to live in the city. Life Is often
very strange.
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