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"And so—and so, after all, you
do care." Fyfe held her oft a little
from him, his sinewy fingers grip
ping gently the soft flesh of her
arms. "And you were big enough
to come back. Oh my dear, you
don't know what that means to me!
I'm broke, and I'd Just about
reached the point where I didn't
give a d —. This fire was cleaned
me out. I've"—
"I know," Stella interrupted.
"That's why I came back. I
wouldn't have come otherwise, at
least not for a long time—perhaps
never. It seemes as if I ought to,
as if It were the least I could do.
Of course it looks altogether dif
ferent now that I know I really
want to. But, you see, I didn't
know that for sure until I saw you
standing here. Oh, Jack, there's
such a lot I wish I could wipe out!"
"It's wiped out," he said happily.
"The slate's clean. Fair weather
didn't get us anywhere. It took a
storm. Well, the storm's over."
She stirred uneasily in his arms.
"Haven't you got the least bit of
resentment, Jack, for all this trou
ble I've helped to bring about?"
she faltered.
"Why, no," he said thoughtfully.
"All you did was to touch th(? fire
works off. And they might have
started over anything. Lord, no!
Put that idea out of your head."
"I don't understand," she mur
mured. "I never had quite under
stood why Monohan should attack
you with such savage bitterness—
that trouble he started on the Tyee,
then this criminal firing of the
woods. I've had hints first from
your sister, than from Linda. I
didn't know you'd clashed before.
I'm not very clear on that yet. But
you knew all the time what he was.
Why didn't you tell me. Jack?"
"Well, maybe I should have,"
Fyfe admitted. "But I couldn't very
well. Don't you see? He wasn't
even an incident until he bobbed up
and rescued you that day. I couldn't
after that start in picking his char
acter to pieces as a matter of pre
caution. We had a sort of armed
truce. He left me strictly alone. I'd
trimmed his claws once or twice al
ready. I suppose he was acute
enough to see an opportunity to get
a whack at me through you. You
were just living from day to day,
creating a world of illusions for
yourself, nourishing yourself with
dreams, smarting under a stifled
regre.t for a lot you thought you'd
passed up for good. He wasn't a
factor at first. When he did fin
ally stir in you an emotion I had
failed to stir it was too late for me
to do or say anything. If I'd tried
at that stage of the game to show
your idol's clay feet you'd have de
spised me, as well as refused to be
lieve. I couldn't do anything but
stand back and trust the real woman
of you to find out what a quicksand
you were building your castle on. I
purposely refused to let you' go
when you wanted to go away the
first time, partly on the kid's ac
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count, partly because I could hardly
bear to let you go—mostly because
I wanted to make him boil over
and show his teeth, on the chance
that yoU'd be able to size him up. .
"You see, I knew him from the
ground up. I knew that nothing
wou.'d afford him a keener pleasure
thun to take away from me a
woman I cared for and that noth
ing would make him squirm more
than for me to checkmate him. That
day I cuffed him and choked him
on the point really started him prop
erly. After that you, as something
to be desired and possessed, ran sec
ond to his feeling against me. He
was bound to try to play even, re
gardless of you. When he precipi
tated that row on the Tyee I knew
It was going to be a fight for my
financial life, for my own life if he
ever got me foul. And it was not
a thing I could talk about to you,
in your state of mind, then. You
were through with me. Regardless
of him, you were getting farther
and farther away from me. I had
a long time to realize that fully. You
had a grudge against life, and it
was sort of crystallizing on me. You
never kissed me once in all those
two years as you kissed me just
now."
She pulled his head down and
kissed him again.
CHAPTER XIX
Home Again
"So that I wasn't restraining
you with any hope for my own ad
vantage," Fyfe went on. "There was
the kid, and there was you. I wanted
to put a brake on you to make you
go slow. You're a complex indi
vidual, Stella. Along with certain
fixed, fundamental principles, you've
got a streak of divine madness in
you, a capacity for reckless under
takings. You'd never have married
me if you hadn't. I trusted you ab
solutely, but I was afraid in
spite of my faith. You had
draped such an idealistic mantle
around Monohan. I wanted to rend
that before it came to a final sep
aration between us. It worked out,
because he couldn't resist trying to
take a crack at mo when the notion
seized him.
"So," he continued after a pause,
"yo aren't responsible, and I've
never considered you responsible,
for any of this. It's between him ]
and me, and it's been shaping for i
years. Whenever our trails crossed
there was bound to be a clash.'
There's always been a natural per
sonal antagonism between us. It be
gan to show when we were lads,
you might say. Monohan's nature
is such that he can't acknowledge
defeat. He can't deny himself a
gratification. He's a suprehie ego
tist. He's always had plenty of
money, he's always had whatever
he wanted, and it never mattered to
him how lie gratified his desires.
"Tls first time we locked horns
was in my last year at high school.
Monohan was a star athlete. I beat
him In a pole vault. That irked
him so that he sulked and sneered
and generally made himself so in
sulting that I slapped him. We
fought, and I whipped him. I had
a temper that I hadn't learned to
keep in hand those days, and I
nearly killed him. I .had nothing
but contempt for him, anyway, be
cause even then, when he wasn't
quite twenty, he was a woman hun
ter, preying on silly girls. I don't
know what his magic with women
is, but it works until they find him
out.
"Well, from that time on he
hated me, always laid for a chance
to sting me. We went to Prince
ton the same year. We collided
there, so hard that when word of
! it got to my father's ears he called
me home and read the riot act so
strong that I flared up and left.
Then I came to the coast here and
got a Job in the woods, got to be a
logging boss and went into business
on my own hook eventually. I'd
just got nicely started when I ran
into Monohan again. He'd got into
timber himself. I was hand logging
up the coast, and I'd hate to tell
you the tricks he tried. He kept it
up until I got too big to be har
rassed in a petty way. Then he left
me alone. But he never forgot his
grudge. The stage was all set for
this act long before you gave him
his cue, Stella. You weren't to blame
for that, or if you were in part it
doesn't matter now. I'm satisfied.
Paradoxically I feel rich, even
though it's a long shot that I'm
broke flat. I've got something money
doesn't buy. And he has over
reached himself at last. All his
money and pull won't help him out
of this jackpot. Arson and at
tempted murder is serious business."
"They caught him," Stella said.
"The constables took him down the
lake to-night. I saw him on their
launch as they passed the Water
bug."
(To ho Continued)
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j! Life's Problems
! Are Discussed
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By Mrs. Wilson Woodrow
When, according to the old legend,
■ inquisitive little Pandora lifted the
lid of the box which she had been
1 charged not to open and thus turned
loose all the stinging, biting, buzzing
• troubles .that vex and worry poor hu
l manity, there was in the lot one
' particularly virulent bug that, like
the germs of whooping cough and
r measles, seems especially to attack
the young, its name is introspection.
When the boy reaches that stage
of adolescence where he begins to
watch with eager expectancy the
: downy growth upon his upper lip
and when the girl first commences
to do up her hair and to entertain
vague yearnings for a career, is the
' time when each usually falls a vic
! tlm.
Nature is making momentous
changes in them, and unable to un
derstand just what Is going on they
jump at all sorts of fantastic conclu
' sions to account for the unfamiliar
emotions and the. unrest of which
they are conscious.
It is at this period that the fe
male of the species makes the in
teresting discovery that she is not at
all like other girls, but of a much
deeper, more sensitive nature; while
her male counterpart indulges in sea
sons of Byronic gloom as he darkly
contemplates his sin-seared past.
Both are entirely misunderstood, es-j
pecially by the members of their own J
families.
This phase of youthful experi-1
ence is being most truthfully and]
wittily exploited by Samuel Merwlr. I
in his series of stories in the Cosmo-1
politan Magazine, dealing with the!
soul-struggles of Henry Calverly, 3d, |
and his group of sweethearts in thei
fictitious town of Sunbury. A para-!
graph from the latest one of these I
tales is illuminating:
"Henry could babble forth his most!
sacred inner feelings with an in
genuous volubility that would alarm'
a naturally reticent man, and he'
could be bafflingly secretive. To-1
night he was both and neither. Ho!
was full of odd little spirited turn-'
ings and twistings—vague as to the!
clock, intent on justifying himself,
submerged in a boundless, bottom
less sea of self-pity."
And that, by the way, brings out
two of the invariable symptoms of i
introspection —self-pity and self-1
justification. When one starts to
analjfce one's inner self one can al-l
ways find such ample excuse for!
whatever one has done, and such
lofty purity of motives and aspira-j
tions, that one feels cheated by the!
callous world's lack of appreciation.!
And puzzling over this one naturally
becomes morbid, jaundiced anil
miserable.
Let no one Imagine that youthful;
introspection conduces to happiness. |
And what makes it worse is that, like
seasickness and corns, it arouses no|
sympathy. It appears in its mosti
violent form generally from the fif-1
teenth to the twentieth year in a
series of recurring attacks, and
usually begins to disappear when one
takes up some actual business or oc
cupation.
One of the most distressing phases
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sciousness; and self-consciousness is
a deplorable affliction, thwarting
every natural and spontaneous im
pulse, and poisoning the capacity for
enjoyment at Its source. Here, for
instance, Is a pathetic letter from a
young girl which is worth presenting,
because tfiere are so many like her.
"I have a fair education, and while
not handsome am not homely, eith
er," she writes. "I always try to be
kind and good-natured and pleasant
to everybody, and although I am by
no means perfect I try to do what
is right. Yet lam not popular with
either girls or boys. I like people
and I want them to like me, but
somehow they don't. I love to be in
a crowd, and love a good time. Yet
when X am one of a party it seems
before long the others forget I am
there, and I feel like a wallflower.
"I have girl friends, yet they sel
dom invite me to go anywhere with
them, and when they do I hesitate
to do for fear I shall spoil their fun
and my own. I realize that I am
quiet and backward when in a crowd,
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America Loc World's
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with the thought that the absolute embargo now jointly decreed by England and the United States
against Germany s neutral neighbors is, in the words of the New York Sun, "the deadliest of all
weapons the destruction of Germany,' and one which she'fears, according to The Tribune,
New York even more than the drum-fire of the battlefield." The war is now "blockade against
blockade, declared Deputy Lemery, of the French Parliament, a few days ago, and at the recent
led conference in London, it was stated that the new blockade formula, if strictly applied, "will
make it impossible for Germany to continue the struggle."
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Digest this week. Among other topics that will engage your interest in this number, are:
Germany's New Thrust at Russia
The Meaning of the German Seizure of the Entrance to the Gulf of Riga
T be Menace of War-time Strikes Zoning Germany Out of Half the World
Refuting the Charge That England Is Not The Teuton Effort to Split the Allies
Doing Her Share The German -People Are Behind Their
Dying Servia Ruler *
How the Insects Know Each Other Austria's Swiss Intrigues
The Hottest Heat re Standardized Airplanes an Error?
- Drum-Fire-Whatlth That "Poisoned Court-plaster"
Poet. In Their Glory, Dead Denatured Hall-Storm. n France
Ihe Future of German Singers How England Is Treated in Our School-
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German Guilt For Armenian Blood Luther For To-day , I
Cam P.*Whing The Current Poetry
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though I try not to be. I am al
ways afraid to meet people, as I do
not know what to say to them.
"I have tried taking' elocution les
sons, but It hasn't helped me. Can't
you tell me how to overcome this,
and what is the reason people do
not like me? Life seems so dull
and monotonous as it is now. And I
sometimes think I will try being- bad,
as it seems that a good girl nowa
days doesn't have any good times."
Poor child! She has unconscious
ly expressed the whole trouble when
she says: "I have girl friends, yet
they seldom invite me to go any
where with them, and when they do
I hesitate to go for fear I shall spoil
their fund and my own."
This very fear has made her the
spoil-spirit she considers herself.
With the will to b e happy and a suf
ficient equipment to accomplish it,
she holds always in her thoughts an
image of herself, tongue-tied, retir
ing, bashful. And this keeps her in
a perpetual state of stage fright.
Look at yourself from another an
gle, dear girl. Stop trying to "be
OCTOBER 26, 1917.
kind, good-natured and pleasant to
every one." Don't "try" to be any
thing but yourself. Do the things
you naturally like and want to do,
and don't suppress any impulses.
Don't care a straw what anybody
thinks about you, so long os you
know you are worth while yourself.
What is it that gains us friends
and holds them, that makes us pop
ular, in a word? Not beauty. Not
clothes. Not wit or readiness of
speech. It is that intangible quality
we call charm.
What makes Maud Adams the
most popular actress in America?
She is not beautiful. She is equally
delightful as raised Cinderella and
as "Lady Babby" in her dainty cos
tumes. She is not a Siddons or a
Bernhardt. Her place in the public
heart is due solely to her charm.
But how is this inestimable gift
of the gods to be acquired? Like
the kingdom of heaven it cometh
not by observation, nor is It to be
taken by violence. It exists only us
the reflected light from t)}ose attri
butes of the soul—gentleness, gener
os'ty, the love of things lovely an 4,
noble. When ydu can be a delighto-l
ful companion to yourself you wiltl
be showered with invitations.
Laugh, because life delights
sunuhi-s you, and every one will long
to laugh with you. This is a world
of wonders; get so vitally
in something that you forget all'
about yourself, and then when yot*
ta'.k you will have plenty of listen*
9rs
You have created out of your mOTII
bid imaginings this shy, sensative,j
stupid creature you call yourselfm
Don't stop to notice it. much less tot
fight with it; ignore it. Be both tod'
proud and too vain to consider your-tj
self anything but a very pretty,
telligent, attractive and interesting?
girl. ~
Don't allow yourself to imaginary
that ary one could presume to snubH
you. And as for "being bad," as you
call it. that is a piece of silliness not.
worthy cf your intelligence. Don't,
throw away your trftmps for the lowr
cards. Play the game to win. an 4!
win all along the line.
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