m i iw. wi j xmmm aaikk. The Yukon By William MacLeod Katne (Continued.) She smiled forgiveness. "All you said was that I might have sprained my wrist. It was true too. I might have —and I did." Sheba showed a whitfc linen bandage tied tightly around her wrist. "Your wljole weight came on it with a wrench. No wonder it hurt." Sheba noticed that the Hannah was drawing up to a wharf and the passengers were lining up with -.heir belongings. "Is this where we change?" "Those of us going to Kusiak transfer here. But there's no hurry AVe watt at this landing two hours." Gordon helped Sheba move i:er baggage to the other boat nnd joined her on deck. They were both strangers in the land. Their only common acquaintance wus .\lacdonald and he was letting Mrs. Mallory absorb his attention just now. Left to their own resources, tlie young people naturally drifted together a good deal. This suited Elliot. He found his companion wholly delightful, not the less because she was so different from the girls he knew at home. She could be frank, and even shyly ludacious on occasion, but she held * imle fcote of reserve he felt bound to respect. Macdonald left the boat twenty miles, below Kusiak with Mrs. Mal ory and the A chauf feur with a motorcar was waiting >n the wharf to run them to town, 3ut he gave the wheel to Macdon ild and took the seat beside the Iriver. "Are you going to the hotel or lirect to your cousin's?" Gordon >sked Miss O'Neill. "To my cousin's. I fancy she's iown here to meet me. It was ar ranged that I come on this boat." Elliot caught a glimpse of the only people in Kusiak he had known before coming in, but though ne waved to them he saw they did lot recognize him. After the usual telay about getting ashore Vie vaJked down the gangway car;v ng the suitcase of the Irish girl. I I I . I I Give the Kiddies j | Real Furniture Gifts I §2 Remember how proud you were when jgf p| Santa Claus brought your first little red chair p —or a doll bed or doll cart —pqssiblv you stiil i| yj prize it highly. Do the Same Thing for Your Little Tots §| H —NOW. <| gifts for children are the kind that en- §1 dure. We've a wonderful stock of these sensible, |=jl| serviceable, useful gift things; among them are— £3! Doll Beds Child's Mahog any j^j Doll Carts Windsor Chairs and §§} Reed Chairs 1 a m E ■A! t, TII rr Child's Enamel and Ma- K Folding Play Tables hogany Chairs and m Folding Play Chairs Rockers 1^ Child's Clothes Trees Doll's Vanity Dressers f§|| B|| Child's Tea Wagons and ChifFonieres with || | Child's Tea Party Tables triple mirror and six and Chairs drawers £ _ Child's Kitchen Cabinets Child's Austrian Bent- 5| ■H Do 1 l's D r essers with wood C h airs with || Mirrors, Ivory or Ma- cane seat, mahogany '= B§j Ranging in Price From $1.35 to SIO.OO 'H Child's Doll Carriage Copyright, 1917, International News Service -> By McM-CHlllS VHAT ARE YOO T* THE CUSTOM ,f SAY ON£ 1 YOU DONT T T ° 1 f' , WCARIN' THEM MR JktfS-YOO %EE V/ORD A"OUR • CERTAINLY I 9 WONT y° u I THE ORIOE AWAY CRYSTAL ON TOW? MATH AT THE THE BEST MAN I 00; J H HI ~ ND °E 'CI&SK , VASHYOUR v -N TONVCHT WRST-WATCH! WEDDING AT TH!> WEDD)N * V H Wfii=S °® S Sheba followed at his heels. On J the wharf lie cdme face to face w.t'.i j a slender, well-dressed young j woman. "Diane!" he cried. She stared at him. "You! What I in heaven's name are you doing; here, Gordon Elliot?" she de manded, and before he could an-1 swer had seized both hands and I turned excitedly to call a stocky j man near. "Peter—Peter! Guess: who s here?" "Hello. Paget!" grinn?d Gordon, and he shook hands with the hus band of Diane. Elliot turned to introduce h : s friend, but she anticipated him. "Cousin Diane," she said dryly, "don't you know me?" Mrs. Paget swooped down upon the girl and smothered her in her embrace. "This is Sheba—little Shcba that I ha™ told you so often a'Miul, Peter, 1 sli ecried. "Glory oe, I'm glad to see you child." And Diane kitsed her again warmly. "You two met on the same boat, of course, coming in. I hope you didn't *ct her get lonesome Gordon. l.ook after Sheba's suitcases ivter. You'll eoir.t- to dinner to-night, Gordon— | at seven." "I'm in the kind hands of my 1 countrywoman," laughed Gordon.! "I'll certainly be on hand." "But what in the world are you r tloin.!? here? You're the last man I I'd have expected to see." "Ini in the service of the govern-! meiit, and I've been sent in on j business." "Well, I'm going to say soini-- I thing original, dear people," Mrs. j Paget replied. "It's a small world, j isn't it?" While he was dressing for dinner j later in the day, Elliot recalled j early memories ot the Pagets. He! had known Diane ever since they | had been youngsters together .'it j 3?hool. He remembered her iis a! restless, wiry little thing, keen as a j knife-blade. Always popular so- J cially, she hart surprised everybody > by tefusing the catch of the town I to marry a young mining engineer j without a penny. Gordon was in j college at the time, but during the| next long vacation he had frateru- j ize