5 BIG TIMBER By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR " i 6 Ct>. v (Continued.) CHAPTEK XI. The Crisis. It dawned upon Stella Fyfe in the fullness of the season, when the first cool October days were upon them, and the lake shores flamed again with the red and yellow and umber of autumn, that she had been playing- with fire and that fire burns. This did not filter into her con sciousness by degrees. She had steeled herself to seeing him pass nway' with the rest of the summer folk, to take himself out of her life. She admitted that there would be a gap. But that had to be. No word other than friendly ones would ever pass between them. He would go away, and she would go on as before. That was all. She was scarcely aware how far they had traveled along that road whereon travelers converse by glance of eye, by subtle intuitions, eloquent silences. Jlono han himself delivered the shock that awakened her to despairing clear ness of vision. 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The Wintermints Co., Inc. Harrisburg, Pa. \ l gfr J ' p • —— -- , - WEDNESDAY EVENING, HXIUUBBURG TELEGRAPH OCTOBER 3, 1917. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service *- By McM together, a commonplace enough little courtesy. And it happened that this day Fyfe had taken his rifle and vanished into the woods immediately after luncheon. Be tween Linda Abbey and Charlie Ben ton matters had so far progressed that it was now the most natural thing for them to seek a corner or poke along the beach together, ob livious to all but themselves. This afternoon they chatted awhile with Stella and then gradually detached themselves until Monohan, glancing through the window, pointed them out to his hostess. They were seated on a log at the edge of the lawn, a stone's throw from the house. "They're getting on," he said. "Lucky beggars. It's all plain sail ing for them." There was a note of infinite regret in his voice, a sadness that stabbed Stella Fyfe like a lance. She did not dare look at him. Something rose chokingly in her throat. She felt and fought against a slow well ing of tears to her eyes. Before she sensed that she was betraying her self Monohan was holding both her hands fast betweep his own, gripping them with a fierce. Insistent pressure, speaking in a passionate undertone. "Why should we have to brat our heads against a stone wall like this?" he was. saying wildly. "Why couldn't we have met and loved and been hajipy, as we could have been? It was fated to 'happen. I felt it that day I dragged you out of the lake. It's been growing on me ever since. I've struggled against it, [ and it's no use. It's something stronger than I am. I love you, Stella, and it maddens me to see you chafing in your chains. Oh, my dear, why couldn't it have been dif ferent?" "You mustn't talk like that," she protested weakly. "You mustn't. It isn't right." "I suppose it's right for you to live with a man you don't love when your heart's crying out against it?" he broke out. "My God, do you think I can't see? I don't have to see things; I can feel them. I know you're the kind of woman who goes through h— for her conceptions of right and wrong. I honor you for that, dear. But, oh, the pity of it! Why should it have to be? Life could have held so much that Is fine and true for you and me to gether. For you do care, don't you?" "What difference does that make?" she whispered. "What difference can it make? Oh. you mustn't tell mo these things! I mustn't listen. 1 mustn't." "But they're terribly, tragically true," Monohan returned. "Look at me, Stella. Don't turn your face away, dea. I wouldn't do anything that might hang the least shadow on you. I know the pitiful hopeless ness of it. You're fettered, and there's no apparent loophole to free dom. I know it's best for me to keep this locked tight in my heart, as something precious and sorrow ful. I never meant to tell you, but the flesh isn't always equal to the task the spirit imposes." "Whether I care or not isn't the question," she said. "I know what I have to do. I married without love, with my eyes wide open, and I have to pay the price. So you must never talk to me of love. You musn't even see me if it can be avoided. It's better that way. We can't make over our lives to suit ourselves—at least I can't. I must play the game according to the only rules I know."' "Oh, I know," he said haltingly. "I know it's got to be that way. X have to go my road and leave you to yours. Oh, the blank hopeless ness of it, the useless misery of it. We're made for each other, and we have to grin and say goodby, go along our separate ways trying to smile. What a devilish status of affairs! But I love you, dear, and no matter—l—ah" His voice flattened out. His hands released hers. He straight ened quickly. Stella turned her head. Jack Fyfe stood in the door way. His face was fixed in its habi tual mask. He was biting the end off a cigar. He struck a match and put it to the cigar end with steady fingers as he walked slowly across the big room. "I hear the kid peeping," he said to Stella quite casually, "and I no ticed Martha outsid eaa I came in. Better go see what's up with him." (To be continued.) Daily Dot Puzzle 15 • 15 • . 11, 17 * 18 W • 12 • lO •II , • •|o 3. • ' W • A " %• 7 i 5 • 25 43 * " 4 29 . \x . 41 . 26 2>o 33 40 3b 34 39 35 / r? , " Can you finish this picture? Draw from one to two and so on to the end. Good-Bye Wrinkles Here's New Beauty Wash your face with clear warm water and rub in a teaspoonful of Creme Tokalon Roseated—totally different from all other creams. If your faiGT e!ilent together, add milk and melted x tablespoons snortemng shortening. Knead on floured board: shape into rolls. 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