BIG TIMBER By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR Cwiifht. 1910. kjr UM, ■■• & Co, (Continued.) She dressed herself, took Hie ele \ator down to the lobby, instructed the night clerk to have a maid pack her trunk and send it by -.xpross to Hopyard, care of St. Allwoods Hotel, on the lake. Then she walked out to the broad-stepped carriage entrance. A low-hung, low-hooded yellow car stood there, exhaust purring faintly. She paid the driver, sank into the soft upholstering beside lit in, nnd the bit; six s-1 itl out into the streetl There was no traffic. In a few minutes th-sy were on the outskirts of the city, the long as phalt ribbon of Xins's way lying like u silver band between green, bush*' vails. Ninety miles of road, good, bad and indifferent, forest and farm roll ing hill and swamps of Sumas prairie, lies between Vancouver and Roar ing lake. At 4 in the morning, with dawn an hour old, they woke the Rosebud ferryman to cross the river. Twenty minutes after Stella was stepping stiffly out of the ma chine before Roaring Springs Hos pital. The doctor's Chinaman was abroad in the garden. She beck oned him. "You sabe, Mr. Benton—Charlie Benton?" she asked. "He In doc tor's house?" The Chinaman pointed across the road. "Mist Bentle obah dah " he said. "Velly much sick. Missa Bentle lib dah, all same gleen house." Stella ran across the way. The front door of the green cottage stood wide. An electric drop light burned in the front room, though it was broad day. When she crossed the threshold she saw Linda sitting In a chair, her arms folded on the table edge, her head resting on her hands. She was asleep, and she did not raise her head till Stella shook her shoulder. • Linda Abbey had been a pretty girl, very fair, with apple blQssom skin and a wonderfully expressive face. It gave Stella a shock to see her now, to gauge her suffering by the havoc it had wrought. Linda looked old, haggard, drawn. Her eyes were dull, lifeless, just as one might look who is utterly^,exhausted in mind and body. Oddly enough, she spoke first something irrelevant, inconsequential. "I fell asleep " she said heavily, "What time is it?" Stella looked at her watch. "Half past 4," she answered. "How is Charlie?" What happened to him?" Stella caught her breath. She hadn't been prepared for that. "Is he—is he"— She could not utter the words. "He'll get better. Wait." Linda rose stiffly from her seat. A door in one side of the room stook ajar. She opened it, and Stella, looking over her shoulder, saw her brother's tousled head on a pillow. A nurse Facts About the Sugar Situation Our Government has asked you to use sugar spar ingly. We believe that the people of this country will be glad to do their part to conserve the sugar supply when they know the facts. These facts are as follows: More than two-thirds of the source of Europe's sugar supply is within the present battle lines. This has resulted in greatly reducing the production of sugar in Europe. England and France and other countries have been forced to go for sugar to Cuba. Ordinarily, nearly all of the Cuban raw sugar comes to the United States and is refined here, chiefly for home use. This is not the case now. In view of the exceptional world demand for sugar there is no surplus, and barely enough to tide us over until the new crop comes in. The people of the New England and Atlantic Coast States should use sugar sparingly. No one should hoard or waste it. This Company has no surplus sugar to sell. It is working with the Government to conserve the supply, and to take care of the Allies so far as possible. Do not pay an increased retail price. The Franklin Sugar Refining Company "A Franklin Sugar for every use " * Granulated, Dainty Lumps. Powdered. Confectioners. Brown MONDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManu y HELLO • MR. I OF I . I SURE - I'LL ( ?> HE SLEEPS ALL ' CALLED TO ■ iHE OH: WILLYOO CO AND 1 , , DA* WHEN SHE ,y-a_| SEE YOO DAUdMTFO.'I ■ L SWe: J TELL HER I WAKE HER EXPECTS XOU To in uniform sat beside his bed. Linda j closed the door silently. i "Come into the kitchen, where we won't make a noise," she wispered. A fire burned in the kitchen stove. Linda sank into a willow rocker. "I'm weary as Atlas," she said. "I've been fretting for so long. Then late yesterday afternoon they brought him home to me like that. The doctor was probing for the bul let when I \fired you. I was in a panic then, I think. Half past 4! How did you get here so soon? How could you? There's no train." Stella told her. "Why should Monohan shoot him?" she broke out. "For God's sake, talk, Linda!" There was a curious impersonal ity in Linda's manner, as if she stook aloof from it all, as if the flre of her vitality had burned out. She lay back her chair with eye lids drooping, speaking in dull, life less tones. "Monohan shot him because Charlie came on him in the woods setting a fresh flre. They've sus pected him or some one in his pay, of that, and they've been watching. There were two other men with Charlie, so there is no mistake. Monohan got away. That's all I know. Oh. but I'm tired! I've been hanging on to myself for so long. About daylight, after we knew for sure that Charlie was over the hill, something seemed to let go in me. I'm awful glad you came Stella. Can you • make a cup of tea ?" Linda's head dropped over the teacup. Her eyelids blinked. "Dear," Stella said tenderly, "come and lie down. "You're worn out." "Perhaps I'd better," Linda mut tered. "There's another room in there." Stella tucked the weary girl Into the bed and went back to the kitchen and sat down in the willow rocker. After another hour the nurse came out and prepared her own break fast. Benton was in no danger, the nurse told Stella. The bullet had driven cleanly through his chest, missing as by a miracle any vital part, and lodged in the muscles of his back, whence the surgeon had removed it. * Though weak from shock loss of blood, excitement he had rallied splendidly and fallen into a normal sleep, from which he was just awakening. Befnton lifted alert, recognizing eyes when Stella peeped in the bed room door. "Hello, sis!" he greeted In strangely subdued tones. "When did you blow in? I thought you'de de serted the sinking ship completely. Come on'-in." She winced inwardly at his words, but made no outward sign as she came up to his bedside. The nurse went out. "Perhaps you'd better not talk?" she said. "Oh, nonsense," he retorted feebly, "I'm all right. Sore as the mischief and weak. But I don't feel as bad as I might. Linda still asleep ?" "X Ininl: so," Stella answered. "I'oor kid," he breathed. "It's been tough on her. Well, I guess it's been ♦ough on everybody. >le turned out to be some bad nctr.r this Monohan party. I neve.- did lii.h the tfpgar. He was a little too high hundcd in his smooth kid glove way. I>ut I didn't suppose he'd try t" burn up a millia'. .Jol lars' worth of timber to a grudge. WOI, he put h|s ?Mot In it proper at liist. He'll get t sood lons jolt in the pen if tho bi-ys a Copyright, 1917, International News Service. "Well, what are you going to have?" "Warren, I don't feel a bit hungry, I think I'll have a club sandwich, dear." "Well, I should say not! Here 1 ani taking you out for dinner at a classy place, and you want to order a club sandwich." "But Warren, I really haven't felt well to-day. 1 woke up feeling dizzy, and right after breakfast I had a sick headache." "Since you've taken to drinking nothing but strong coffee for break fast, 1 shouldn't wonder at all if you had a sick headache every morning. Look at me! 1 never used to eat any thing in the morning and now I eat everything. It's simply n matter of training. I used to think 1 didn't feel like eating, and 1 simply determined to eat or know the reason why. Now 1 like breakfast as well as I do any meal." "Well, dear, it may have worked all right in your case, but I have al ways believed that if the stomach doesn't feel like food, it oughtn't to be forced." "And so you only drink strong coffee for breakfast, and I'll warrant you take nothing but some tea and toast for lunch, instead of eating three good, nourishing meals every day. I tell you it's all wrong." "But, Warren, I don't see why you should object to my ordering a club sandwich. You can order what you like. Please let me order what I feel like eating." A Former Experience. "But often you women have to bs j tempted. Now remember that time: in London when you felt this wayj and I made you eat something nour- ! ishing? You felt better directly after | you had put some food into your j stomach." Helen did remember that time. She could almost feel the half sick sensation that she had in the taxi and the smell of the chop house Warren took her to, and the distaste she had had for the thick steak that had been served them. But it was true—she hed felt better. "If I remember right," Warren was saying, "you hadn't felt like any lunch that day and I had given in to you. What did you have for lunch to-day?" t "I had plenty, dear. Mary creamed me the chicken that was left from last night and I really ate quite a lot." "That's good. Well, you must try to eat something for dinner. Here comes the waiter. Remember this is a classy place and you can't order a club sandwich at dinner time anil get away with it. Think of some thing you would like to have or let me order for you." Helen cast her eyes down the menu. There wasn't a thing among the entrees that appealed to her in the least, and yet she hated to dis please Warren. If she allowed him to order for her, she knew very well that, he would order steak or some thing equally he&vy, and she really felt too ill to tackle anything in the way of meat. Daily Dot Puzzle m. \ ] # •II 16, I *>'.y i 4 • * . 9 I s z -e & : o - 3 . 1 ftS* 64 32 **/ \ " 38 * 35 ( j a?* 7 - 3 ; J * 6i \-CJ 4l 41 . 44 59 go A 4 *' So 43 "52 & .57 V is M stands for • . Who hoards up his gold. Draw from one to two and eo on to th end. "Ah, here we are," said Warren •briskly as the waiter came up. "Two orders of little neck clams, a steak for me, and bring me an artichoke. Now, dear," looking across at Helen, "have you decided?" "I really don't see a think I care about, Warren," Helen began timid ly. She hated to have the attention of the waiter focused upon her, and she invariably grew flustered and un certain what to order. "Well, you'd better try a steak, then. That will build you up and make you feel better. Make it a planked steak for two, waiter, and never mind the artichoke." Every Dollar's Worth Business Done This Week by the Packard Motor Car Company of Phila. will go LIBERTY BONDS One of America's greatest assets in this world war has proved to be the develop ment and prosperity of the automobile industry. The Liberty Motor, which is destined to save thousands of valuable young Amer ican lives, by giving American aircraft command of the air, was designed by auto mobile engineers. These motors are being built in automobile factories. Motor Cars and Motor Trucks by the tens of thousands are now under construc tion for both Army and Navy use. The continued prosperity of the automobile industry thus fyecomes one of the surest guarantees of American victory. As a feeble acknowledgment of our debt to the country under whose flag and in stitutions such growth has been possible, and to keep faith with a public, whose patronage has built the Packard business and enabled the Packard organization to serve our country as it is serving to-day, this Company plans to devote the receipts of one whole week's Motor Carriage business to the purchase of Liberty Bonds. This plan will enable Packard customers whose orders are received within that period to feel that they are rendering their Government high service, while at the same time providing for their own needs in the matter of transportation, and thus as sisting in the relief of public transportation facilities, which are now so sorely taxed to move troops, munitions and supplies. PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF PHILADELPHIA ■ HARRISBURG, "Oh. but Warren, T simply can't eat it," Helen protested. But War ren had sent the waiter on his way and sifnply said: "You'll feel different when you be gin to taste a little real food." Helen felt angry. She rebelled against Warren taking her out to dinner and not allowing her to eat what she wanted, simply because he wished to ahow his authority in or dering the meal. There certainly was no other reason that she knew of. Surely in a first class place it made no difference what a guest or dered if he happened to fancy it. The clams came and Warren be gan to eat hungrily. Helen felt that she must try to eat, although she felt that each mouthful would choke her. She knew that If she tried Warren too far he would remind her of this evening for days to con* —whenever, in fact, she suggested that he take her out. Too Angry to Eat She got through (he clams some OCTOBER 22, 1917. how, and the planked steak was brought. It really looked delicious,! and if Helen had been feeling at all like herself she would have been thrilled at the prospect of the dish. But the smell of it made her faint, and, furthermore, she was angry at Warren's attitude. That alone would have robbed her of an appetite, even if she had had otie. * Her plate was brought to her j heaped with delicious looking veg etables and a generous helping of I rare steak. Warren attacked Ins j own hungrily, and looked up at her I inquiringly as he tasted the first mouthful. "After you get some of this down you'll feel better," he said brightly. And Helen, forced into a corner, felt that there was nothing to do but try to eat something, even though it made her sick for days. She wondered why Warren hud so little consideration for any one but himself, and at the same time real ised that Warren probably thought he was doing the best thing in the I tvorld for her good, In ordering some thing nourishing for her to eat. 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