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The Clinton New Era, 1919-12-25, Page 3THE, ci,INTON NEW GRA c ;yriJtt Lir worviT &Ca "And you haven't the least twinge of regret at leaving all this?' "I don't happen to have your peculiar point of view," she returned. "The circumstances connected with my com- ing into this country and with my stay- ing here are finch as to mare me ani - ions to get away." "Same old story," Bill muttered un- der bis breath. "What is it?" she asked sharply. "Oh, nothing," he said carelessly, and went on with ;cast prepa- rations. The evening of the third clay from there Bill traveled till dttsk. Wheu camp wile, made and the fire started, he called Hazel to one side, up on Alla' tie rocky knoll, and pointed out a half dozen pin points of yellow gIlmynering distantly in the Berk. "That's Bella Corea," lie told her. `And unless they've elude n radical N p I _ u PI' - - w; , -tR.�� d v , r � v.- !:-.1.-:: t, fib;i1 `:;i'.: `�� rl : qtr L.,6114-3c.'5,i/71:ty.):4?'''.1:14-4:11) Agi-. i. tr:ry y`e eR1 "That's Sella Coo!a Over There," He Staid, change in their sailing eel:Mules there should be a boat clear tomorrow at noon." ' CHAPTER Vill. The Drone of the Hive. A black cloud of atnoke was rolling up from the funnel or rhe Stanley D. as Bill Wagstaff piloted Bezel from the grimy Bella Ceuta hotel to the whert, "There ain't many passengers," he told her. "They're mostly cannery men. But you'll have the captain'a wife to chaperon you. She bappers to be making the trip." When they were aboard and the cabin boy had shown them to what was dignified by the name of state- room, Bill drewa long envelope from Ms pocket. ` ?Here," he said, "to a little money, I hope you won't let any fooflsh pride I stand in the way of ustbg It freely. It came easy to me. I dug It out of Mother Earth, and there's Plenty more where it came from. Seeing that I deprived you of access to your own money and all your personal belongings, you are entitled to this any way you look at it. And I want to throw in a bit of gra- tuitous advice—in case you should con- clude to go back to the Meadows, They probably looked high and low for you, But there is no chance for them to learn where you actually did get to unless you yourself tell them. The most plausible explanation -and if you go there you mast make some explana- tton---wonid he fnr von to saythat van !. Cold N t SI ' op Mr. Earnest Clark, Police Officer, 338 King St., Kingston, Ont., writes: "For three years I suffered from neryousneas and sleep- lessness. I believe my condi- tion was brought about by overwork. I had frequent headaches, neuralgic pains and twitching of nerves and muscled 1 had i>;tdigestion, was short o 'breath and easily tired. I commenced a treat- ment of Dr. Chase's ' Nerve Food, and sevenoxes of this medicine, cured me of all my symptoms. I air now feeling one hundred per cent. better than I was, and have to, thank Dr. Chase's Nerve Food for the good health I am now en- joying." br. Chasete Nerve Food, it cents it bot, e for $L74, alt dealers, Sr .Ifldtugnaba, lido Se Ca„ Ltd.; Toronto, got lost -which is true enough—and that you: eventually fell to with a party of Indians, rind later on con- nected up with a party of white people who were traveling coastward. That you wintered with them, Rad they put you on n steamer and sent you to Vancouver when spring opened. "That, 1' guess, Is nil," he concluded slowly. "Only I wish"—he caught her by the 'shoulders and shook her gently —"I sure do wish It could have been different, little person. Maybe some time when I get restless for human companionship and come out to cavort in the bright lights for a while, I may pass you on a street somewbere, This world is very small. Oh, yes—when you go to Vancouver go to the Lady- snttth. It's a nice, quiet hotel in the West end, Any hack driver knows the place." Be dropped his hands, and looked steadily at her for a• few seconds, steadily and longingly. "Good -by 1" be said abruptly—and walked out, and down the gangplank that was already being cast loose, and away up the wharf without a back- ward glance. The Stanley 13.'s siren woke , the echoes along the wooded shore. A throbbipg that shook her froin stem to stern betokened the first turnings of the screw. And slowly she baited into deep water and swung wide for the outer passage, Daze' went out to the rail, Bill Wsgstaff had disappeared, but present- ly she caught sight of him standing on the t shore andlli of a wharf i h his ands thrust st deep in his coat pockets, staring after the steaimen hazel waved the envelope that she still held in her hand, Now that she was independent of hire; she felt magnanimous, forgiving—and suddenly very much alone, as if she had dropped Bach into the old, depress• lug Granville atmosphere. But he gave no answering sign save that he turned an the instant and went up the hill to where -his horses stood tied among the huddled buildings. And within twenty minutes the Stanley D turned n jutting point, and Bella Copia was lost to new. • Bezel went back into her stateroom and sat down on the berth. Presently she opened the envelope. There.was a thick fold of bills, her ticket, and both were wrapped to a sheet of paper pen- ciled with dots and crooked lines. She laid it aside and countedthe money. "Heavens 1" she whispered, "I wish he hadn't given me so much. I didn't need all that." For Roaring -Bill had tucked -a: dozen one -hundred -dollar notes in the enve- lope. And, curiously enough. she was not offended, only wishful that he had bean less generous. Then she took up the map, recognizing it as the sheet of paper Bill had worked over so long their last night et the cabin. It made the North more clear—a great deal more clear—to her, for he had marked Cariboo Meadows, the lo- cation of his cabin, and Bella Cools, and drawn dotted lines to indicate the way .he had taken her in and brought her out. She put away the money and the map, and bestowed a brief scrutiny upon herself In the cabin•mlrror, Six menthe in the wild had given her e ruddy color, the glow ofperfect phys- ieai condition. But her garments were tattered and sadly out of date. The wardrobe of the steamer -trunk Indy pini suffered In the winter's wetir. Sipe nets barely presentable in the outing snit of corduroy, The Stanley D., upon the evening of the third day, turned into Barnard Inlet enc} swept across a harbor speckled with shipping from all the Seven Seas to her berth at the dock. So Bezel came again to a city—e city that roared rtucl bellowed all Its nnnlfold noises in her- ears, long grown accustomed to a vest and brood- - ing silence. Mindful of Bill's parting went, she took a harp to the Lnrly- iniith, And even thenell th" hotel wits "emovetl from the hneineme heart of the r,ty, the nimble of the city's bete • hewn in bort?-,reat•hed her far Into the nireitt. At Inst she {ell nelecp, nitre down of a cleat' timing day ftwelte'aetl her. Fite, me hee'brt'nkfi,st. and set teeth on a shnppin; tour, To such nt;vere tee did she put two of the hut:dreti- daif;n' hills that by nnnn she was ar- rayed h5 a Rcrni-tubi, red suit of Ivey. spring hot, shoes and gloves to match. felt once more et ease, less eon - Mous nut welt OInertl nt her trued, ml enrlieus haide lents, With a enol illrie outfit of in trim. pm'ehnsed, noel trunk in 'whineto store it forwarded, to her .hotel, her Immediate activity was at an end, anti she: had thine to think or her next move, And, brought face to face with that, shit found herself at something of a loss, She had no desire to gc back te.. 0 caribo . geaidtlW,p, 'even to g' -et what foie p lsoual reasin•etl site had in. behind. Cariboo Meadows was wiped off the slate as Sar as she was con- cerned, Nevertheless, she must make her way. Somehow she muot find a moans to return the unused portion of the—tp her--enori1ous sum Roaring 13111 had placed in her hands. She ]nest •make ber own living, The question that troubled bier was: How, and where? She had her trade at her fin- ger 'tette, and the & lied office build Inge oC viincouter ensured her that any etnrlenb Stenographer could find work, '•Bart she iootted by ae she walked the streets et the high, ugly t walla of brlelt and -aced! and stone, and her heart inlegevether, At' ntghtfall she went els to Icor room enbd t!n'ete hersod wetrrll$' on the bed. She was t!terl, b dy and epthitt dud fonety- liter bite exp t C ! rare l , e1 tla OPERATION WAS X61 NECESSARY 'F�blAef' Restored Her To Perfect Health 158 PAPINaAU ANN, 14fotva'rtrur:. "Por three )'ears, I suffered great fraiis in the lower part of my body, with swelling or bloating, I saw te specialist who said X must undorge an operation. I refused, I freerd abo l "Fruit -a -Lives" so decided to fry 11, The first box gave great relief; and I continued the treamont. Now my health is excellent—I am free of pttiu'-and I give "Fruiteal-tives" my- wannest y warmest thanks". ' Mane. F. C AB•EAU. 50e. a box, d for$2.50, trial size 250, At all dealers' or sent postpaid by Fruit.a-tivesLimitetd, Ottawa. kindly on teaching as a means Or live- llhood. And stenographers seemed to be in demand. Wherefore, she reit. Boned that wages would be high. Witb the list in her purse, she went,down on Hastings—which, rums like a• huge ar- tery through the heart of the city, wit'hlesser streets crossing and diverg- Ing. But she made no application for em- ployment, • For on the corner, of Has- tings s and Se'm r g y oU , as she -gathered her skirt In her hands to cross the street, someone caught lier`by the arm and cried: , Well,, forevermore, tf it isn't Hazel Weir I" And she turned to,flna herself facing Loraine' Miceli—a _Granville • school chum—and Loraine's mother, Back of them, With wide. and startled eyes, loomed Sack Barrow, • He pressed forward .wlifle the two women ea overwh ohne d nze] with a >I t flood o ex f clnmat n io s andquestions, and extanded his hand, Hazel accept- ed the overture. She had long since gotten over her resentment against him. She was furthermore timazed to find that she could meet his eye and take his hand without n single flutter of her pulse. It seemed' strange, but she was glad of It. They stood a few minutes on the corner; then'Mrs. Marsh proposed that they go to the hotel, where they could talk nt their leisure and. in comfort. Loraine• and her mother took the lead. Barrownaturally -fell into step with Erazel. ' "I've been wearing Sackcloth and ashes, Hazel," he said humbly. "Short- ly after you left, Somebody on. one of the papers ferreted out the truth of that Bush affair, and the vindictive old hound's reasons for that' compromtstng legacy .were- set forth. Bush appears to have kept a dtary—and k�epltt it post- ed up to the day of his deafen—poured out all his feelings on paper, and re- peatedly asserted that he would win you or ruin you. And it seems that that night, afar you refused to come to him when he wit_ hurt, he called in hle'lawyer and made thet codicil --and spent the rest of the time tin he -died gloating ever -the cbancee of it be- amirehing your character" "Fee grown rather indifferent about ft," Hazel replief impersonally. "But be succeeded: rather easily- Even you, who should have known me betted•, were ready to believe the very worst." "I've paid for it," Barrow ,pleaded, "You don't know boy I've hated myself for being 'such a cad. But it taught Inc •a lesson—if you'll not hold a grudge against me. I've wondered and worried about you, disappearing:the way yon did. Where have you been, and how have you been gettiug onl You surely look well." He bent an admiring glance on her. "Oh, I've been every place, and 1 can't complain about not getting on," she answered carelessly. For the life of her, she could not help making compnriscns between the non beside her and another pito she guessed would by now be bearing up the crest of the divide that overlooked the green end peaceful vista of forest and lake, with the .Enbine range lying purple beyond. She wondered if Rear- ing Bill Wagstaff would over, under any circumstances, have loolred on her with the scornful, angry distrust that Barrow had once betrayed. Barrow's attitude was that of a little boy who lied broken some'plaything in a at 01 anger and was now woefully trying to put the pieces together nettle, It amused her. Indeed, It afforded her e distlnetly un-Christlnn satisfaction, UFT OFF CORNS! 4 <' Apply few drops then lilt sore, touchy corns off with 'c:. 'see fingers - • woe ape wap net 07 nature dr;' a meek or fieseetelg spirit. Basel visited witkl the three of them In the hotel parlor for a matter K two hoer., went to lunolmate Melba them, aard at inueheon betaine ¥erah breught up the subject cat her domn'ing hon to Granville Whit, thee. The Buell isle}dent watt dteegeaed and dis• tablet On the questlol od retutahsg, Hampel was noncommittal, • "Of eonreo you'll come! We won't hear of leaving you behind, So you een consider that settled," Loratne Marsh declared at teat. "We're going clay After tomorrow, So le Mr. Bar- row." : Jack walked with her out to the Ladysmith, and, among other things, told her now he happened to be in the roast city, Pee oeon doing pretty well lately," he -said. "I came out here on a deal that involved about fifty thousand dol - lane. I closed It up just this morning— and the commission would fast about buy its that little house we had' planned once. Won't you let bygones be by- gones, Miele?" "It might be possible; Sack," she an- swered slowly, "if it were not for the fact that you took the most effective means a man could have taken to kill evely atom of afection.I had for you. I don't feel bitter any more—I simply dere: feet at all." "club you t:•ill;" he said eagerly. "rust give me a chance. I wns et hot- headed, jealous fool, 'but I never will be again, Give me a chance, Hazel," "You'll have to make your own chances," she said deliberately. "I re- fuse to bind myself in any way. Why should. I put myself out to make you happy wlien yon destroyed all the faith I had in you? - And I don't think I'm going to care—except, perhaps, in a friendly way." And with that Barrow had to be content, At disk of the following day she and ,Loraine Muesli sat in a.l'ulhunn, nlat- toning their noses against the cur win- 1ow, taking n last look at the env -- eons of Vnncouve'r as the train rolled Memel).i 1 ti he o tt. I(irt oft c 1� - she int, 1 .a fold •s i bet e f thathe was going r s n home. Barrow smiled feleu'ily assur- ance ssu ance oyer the seat. Elven so, elle was restless, far from Content. There was something lack- ing. At halt efler eiget she called the porter and had him orange her sectinn for the night. And slit: got into bete thnnt:fnt ,tr he by herself, depressed without renown, - 'She slept for n tine. her sleep bro- ken into by mo,hld dreams, end et•en- tually she wakened to find her eyes full of tears. She did not 'know airy she should cry, but cry she did till her pil- row grew moist—and the heavy feeing in her breath grew, if anything, chore lutense. She switched on the tinny electric bulb over her head, acid fumbled in her purse for another handkerchief. Her fingers drew forth, with the bit of linen, a folded sheet of paper, which seemed to hypnotize her; so fixedly clad she remain looking at It. A sheet of plain white• paper, marked with dots and names and crooked tines that stood for rivers, with shaded patches that meant mountain ranges she had .seen—Bili Wagete-tr'e map, She stared at tt a long time. Then she found her time table, and ran along the interminable string of station names till elle found Ashcroft, from whence northward ran the Appian way of British Columble, the Cartboo road, over which she had journeyed by stage. She noted the distance, and the limit- ed'$ hour of arrival, and looked at'her watch. Then a feverish activity took hold of her. She dressed, got her suitcase from ander the berth, and stuffed articles into it, regardless of Order. That done, she set her suitcase ID the ,alale, and curled herself in the berth, with her face pressed close against the window.. A whimsical smile played about her mouth, and her fingers tap -tapped steadily on the purse, wherein was folded Bill Wag - staff's map. And ,then out of the dark ahead a cluster of lights winked briefly, the shriek of the limited's whistle echoed up and down the wide reaches of the North Thompson, and the coaches came to a stop. Hazel took one look to make sure. Then she got softly into the aisle, took up her suitcase, and left the,car. At the steps she turned to give the ear porter a message. - "Tell Sirs. Mardi -the lady in lower five," she said, with a dollar to quicken hie faculties, "that -Miss Weir had to go back. Say I will write soon and explain," She stood back In the shadow of the station for a few seconds, 'The Tim• - (tad's stop was brief. 'When the red lights wait drutbming down the track, she toolr• up her suitcase' and ,walked uptown to the hotel where -she had tar- ried overnight once before. • The clerk Showed her to a roots. She threw her suitcase on the bed and turned the key, in the lock. Then she went over, and, throwing up the 'win- dow to Its greatest height, sat down and looked steadily toward the' north, smiling to herself. . . , "I"can find him," she suddenly said aJ lid• "01 course I can find Mini" , 1n4 with that she blew a hiss from her finger tt a ut toward. the dark and silent Nor1?} ii��llji, shade, and went quteetly o'bda. 3t CHAPTER th Doesn't hurt et hit! Drop, a little L`reeeene on Rh aching corn, instahtt that corn steps lturtingtethen yott lift it fight out. Yee, inttgtal •. tintay Ifotile of lireezone scale Inst it few Bente at any drug stere, bite is Wale debt to remove irrer`y hard corn, stilt corn, or eorn between the tots', and the ericno©y, s 4r • ' etflittson, witisoftlt@oscsiass ea ilex etti7laY et o*d 'op o tett! An Ending and a Beginning. Unconsciously, by natural assimila- tion, so to speak, Haz*t Weir had ab- sorbed more woodcraft than she real- ized in her over' -winter stay in the >Iti a ' ortudea, }g3111 notate bed oaee What they n Wo tan toy "fie Com- talpelted toles"; 'end upeteteite, her s000ad jout+ney nort varb, the truth of that statement grew mire patent with each Resstng logy. a5o • trtitling north with old Llmptng Cleot'ge, 3u1e e#ttt biota , Mud tette bat - rowtt Siw*a!i ' yehilliut, *et been stbadity *loss *skit*,OA* et#i►9�tt es the riilUU*j Uhl P Thursday, December 25th, 1e919, 124 Now sold ill, a new waxed board package a great improvement over the old .lead. package • TEA.tis good to Sold only in sealed packages .:kN.cf e -d dYdLti Tnere 052Tte a nay wnen prier uncer- tainty became sure knowledge at sight of a L-shaped body of water glimnmer- ing through the fire -thinned spruce. Her heart fluttered for a minute. Like a homing bird, by grace of the rude map and Limping George, site had come tto the lake where the Indians had camped in the 'winter, and she could Ilave gone blindfolded from the lake to Roaring Bill's cabin, She urged her pony through the light timber growth and across' the little meadows where the rank grass and strange varicolored flowers were. springing up under the urge of the warm spriug sun. Twenty minutes brought her to the clearing. Sill: and Satin and Nigger, loafing at the sunny end of the stable, pricked up their ears at her nppreach, and she knew that Itoaring Bill was home again. She tiet3 her horse to a sapling and drew ncatene The cabin door stood wide. A brief pante seized bee, She left a sudden shrif10 .e wild desire foe' u heading eel t, -It it passed, She, knew that fol' goal or 111 she would never turn hack. Onhes soft o t turf her' tP 00t5te9gave forthno t sound,item gained n nod thedoor- wily o r d o - way as silently an a shadow,' Roaring Bin faced the end of the long room, but he did net gee her, for he was slumped in the big chair before the fireplace, his chin sunk on his breast, staring straight ahead with absent eyes. In all -the days She had been with him she had never seen him look like that. That weary, hopeless ea Y. expression, the wry twist ofhis lips, wrung her heart and drew from her a yearning little whisper. "Bill!" He came out of his cltair,like a pan- ther. And when his eyes beheld her in the doorway he stiffened in his Roertng,elll Took Her in His Arm., offe tracks, staring, seeing, yet reluctant to beIIece the evidence of. his vision. His brows wrinkled. He put up ono, hand and.absently ran tt over his cheek. "I wonder if I've got to the point of seeing things," ha said slowly. "Say, little person, is It your astral body; or is it really yen?" "Of course it's me," she cried tremu- lonely, and' with One disregard for her habitual preciseness of speech. He came up close to her and pinched her area with a gentle pressure, as if he had to feel the material substance of her before he could believe. And then he put his !made - on her shout - dors, as he bad done on the steamer that day at Bella Cools, and looked long and earnestly at her—looked till a .crimson wove rose from her neck to is a healthqy, active, in- dustrimis Y.ivcr, x Small dosc3, tac.sra reg. ularly, insure that. v M ybeYo1 Nee a purgative 0Ol7Ietiri. es. Then take one Ian•�,l i dose• ' Keep that in zrind; will pay you rich divi- dends in Health and Happiness. ant' ITTLE IVER RILLS $'tlirulns beers 151,{lnetw-0 �L�uv���cr-c-cC Colorless faces often show the absence; of Iran it the blood, CARTER'S IRON PILLS will Q 3r,:5 w ;;;;.;;,..N4 563..: '.'et X,L. ;Gnf4'...4;•Y•..:.14 is the roots of her dark, glossy halt'. And With' that Roaring Bill took ber in his arms, cuddled her up close to him, and Mooed her, not once but many times. "You really and truly came back, little person," ho murmured. "Lord. Lord—and yet they say the day o1 miracles is past." "Yon didn't think 7 would; did You?" • she asked, with her Meshing face min- gled. against his sturdy breast. "Still, ' you 'gave, me a 'map so that I could find the place," • "That was Just taking a desperate chance. No, I never expected to see yon again, unless by accident," he said ' honesty, "And I've .been crying the hurtf 1 o t to the stars all the -way baste ' from the roast. I only got here yes- : terdny. I pretty near passed up cam- ' ing beet{ ;at a11, I didn't see how I could stay, with everything to remind me of you. Say, but it looked like a lonemmne .hole. • I used to leve this . place—but I didn't love hetet night. It seemed ehnut, the moat cheerless and depreveing epot I 'could have picked. 1 thinit 1 thoadd have ended up by touching a match to the whole h ei 4' 13� nP. S aridt11 ii 1 h the r g SIto troll some new t. '2' ctntr'. I (i k don't now. I'm not week. Rut 1 ,don't think I could have stayed hero long." They stood silent In the doorway for a long interval, Bill holding her close to him, and she blissfully contented, careless and unthinking of the future, so fitted was she with joy of the pres- eat. "Do you love me much, little per+ don?" Bill asked, after a little. She nodded vtgnrous assent. -, • "Why?" he desired to know. "Oh, Just because—because you're tt man, I suppose," she returned mischie- vously. "The world's chuck -full of men," Bill observed. "Surely," she looked up at him. "But they're not litre you: Maybe it's ,bad policy to start in flattering yon, but there aren't many men of your type, Billy -bey; big and strong and capable, and at the same time !rind and patient and able to understand things, thing* a woman can't always put into words, Last >;all you hurt my pride•and nearly scared me to.deatlt by carrying•me oft In that lawless, hiepolong, fashion yours. But yon Seemed. to Imo* just• Bow I felt aimed 11,, and you playa_ , fare than any man I ever •kleede would have done winder the same dee enmetances. I didn't realism it until I got bask -Into the civilised world. And then all Int once I bound myself longing ter you—aid for these old forests and the mountains and all. So I came back." "Wise girl," be kissed her. "Yon'Ll never be sorry, I hope. It toolr some nerve, too. It's a long trail from here to the outside. But this -north count try—it gets in your blood -11 your blood's red—and I.don't think there's any, water in your veins, little person. Lord! I'm afraid to -let go of yon for fear you'll vanish into nothing, like a Hindu fakir stunt" ' "No fear," Hazel laughed. "I've got a pony tied to a tree out there, and four Siwashes and a camp outfit over by Crooked lake, If I should vanish I'd leave a plain trail for you to fol- low." "Well," Bill said, after a short si- lence, "it's it huhdred and forty mile* to a Hudson's Bay post where there's a mission and a preacher. Let's be on our way mullet mauled, Than Well (Continued next 'Week.) DECEMBER IS A HOLIDAY MONTH The first of December is a holiday in the Azores, Liberia, Maderia Island, Portugal, Portuguese, East Africa, Portuguese, Nest Africa, Tha fun•th is a holiday in But.; garia, Hhrrdesia, Roumania, Russia and Serbia. The seventh is a holiday in Cuba. The eigth is a holiday in South America, Spain, Italy, Central America, Mexico and Quebec. Mexico has another holiday on the twelfth. Greece has one on the thirteenth, Brazil, Bulgaria, Greece, Boa, manta, Serbia, Venezuela celebrate the ninteeeutlt, Spalls has a holiday p,u the twenty, third, Sian* celebrates an the twenty( fourth, r,,, , Here Hareg Up The Stockings And on the twenty -fifth --you know who celebrates, But it isn't a poli• day in Bulgaria, Greece, Roumania; Russia, Serbia, Turkey or China. The twenty-sixth is a holiday all ever the world, excepting the Alnerl- ea's, aide those who don't have a half- day the day before. Ceyldn has a holiday on the twenty-sersntll; Costa Rica, the twattty math; Philippine !Marais, ' titirlleth, and Swi'ttorland makes fie lot gay of the year a holiday, 4 Gedelr dint countries have their Christmas bdays At what we tall e'..1eo of tl. ere+.:weelc of flip._. liam