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SENTINEL, BARNWELL, SOUTH CAROLINA
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BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
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HAZEL ATONES FOR HER THOUGHTLESSNESS BY MAK
ING A LUCKY “STRIKE*
Synopsis.—-Miss Hazel \V»‘Ir. a stenographer, living at .Granville,
Ontario, is placed under a cloud by circumstances for which she Is
entirely blameless. To escape from the groundless gossip that pursues
her, she secures a position as schoolteacher at Cariboo Meudbws, in a
wild part of British Columbia. There, at a boarding house, she first
-sees “Roaring Bill” WagstafT, a well-known character of the country.
Soon after her arrival Hazel loses her way while'walking in the woods.
She wanders until night when sin* reaches “Roaring Bill's’’ camp fire
in the woods. He promises to fake her home in the morning, but she
is compelled to spend the night’ in 1 he'woods... After wandering In the
woods all the next dayr “Roaring Bill” finally admits that he is taking
Hazel to his cabin in the mountains. Hazel finds upon their arrival at
the cabin that she cannot hope to escape from. the. wilderness before
spring. During the long winter “Roaring Bill” treats Hazel with the
greatest respect. He tells, her he loves her and tries to Induce her to
marry him, but she refuses. In the spring he pikes her to Bella Cooln,
where she can get*n boat to Vancouver. At Vancouver Hazel takes a
train for Granville, but on the way she realizes .that she loves Wagstaff
and decided to return to him. “Roaring Bill” is 'overjoyed and to
gether they travel to a Hudson bay post an.d are married. After
several months they decide to go farther into-the niZiunfalnS-ftv-a spot
where Bill is confident there is gold. Arrived at their destination, Bill
builds a cabin and cuts sufficient hay to. feed the horses till spring.
Hazel allows sparks from ^lie chimney to set fire to the stable, which is
burned with all the hay. To keep*the animals froiu death by starva
tion, Bill Is compelled to shoot them.
CHAPTER XII.
; —11—
‘Jack Frost Withdrawn
All through the month of January
each evening, as dusk folded Its som
ber mantle about the meadow, the
wolves gathered to feast on the dead
horses, tlil Hazel’s nerves were
strained to the snapping point. Some
times. when Bill was gene, and all
about the cabin was utterly still, one;
bolder or hungrier than his fellows,
would trot across the meadow, drawn
by the scent of the meat. Two or
three of these Hazel shot with her
own rifle. '''
But when February marked another
span on the calendar the wolves came
no more. The bones were clean.
There was no Impending misfortune
or danger that she pould point to. or
forecast with certitude. Nevertheless,
struggle against It as she might, know
ing ft for pure psychological phenom
ena arising out of her harsh environ
ment, Hazel suffered continual vague
forebodings. The bald, white peaks
seemed to surround her like a prison
from whieji there could he ho release.
From day to day she was harassed by
dismal thoughts. She would wake In
the night glutching at her husband.
Such days as he went out alone she
passed In restless anxiety-* Something
would happen. What It would he she
did not know*, but to her It seemed
that the Jileak stage >vas set for un
toward drama, and they two the pup
pets that must play.
ne
antis, the Intangible menace of the
wilderness and all the dreary monot
ony of the days faded Into the lyjjek-
ground.- But they, no more than: oth-
vnTying from pin point size to the big
ness of a grain of wheat.
“That's the stuff-” BUI murmured
"It looks ns if we’d sfruck it pretty
fair. It’s time, too—the June rise will
hit us like n whirlwind one of these
days.” - •
"About-what is the value of those
little pieces?” Hazel asked.
“Oh. fifty or sixty cents," he an-'
swered. “Not much by itself. But it
seems to be uniform over the bar—
and I can wash a good many pans in
a day's work.”
"I should think so," she remarked.
“It didn’t take you ten minutes to do
(hat one.”"
“Whit V Lewis and I took out over
two hundred dollars a day on that
other creek Inst spring—no, a year last
spring. It wns.’ v he observed reminis
cently. “This isn’t as good, hut It’s not
to he sneezed,ut, either. 1 think I’ll
make me a rocker.”
"I can, help, can’t I?” she said ea
gerly. _
“Sure.” he sml’* 1. “You help a lot,
little person. Just sitting around and
keeping me company."
"But I want to work," sh'c declared.
"I’ve sat around now till Tm getting
the fidgets.” *1
"AH right; I’ll give you\a Job.” he
returned good-naturedly. “Meantime,
let’s cat that lunch you packed up
here.”
In n branch of the creek which
flowed down through the basin, Bill
putting a stop to her activities with
shovel and pnlbr Until the wound
lost Its soreness she was forced, to be
idle. So she rambled along the creek
one afternoon, armed with hook and
line on a pliant willow in search of
-sport.
The trout were hungry^ and struck
fiercely at the bait. She soon had
plenty for supper and breakfast;
Wherefore she abandoned. that diver
sion and took to prying tentatively
in the lee of certain boulders on
edge of the creek—prospecting on her
own Initiative, as it were. She had no'
pan,, ami only one hand to work wjUl,
hut she knew gold when she saw It—
and, after all. it wa,s hut an Idle
method of killing time.'
, In this search she came upon a
large, nisty pebble, snuggled on the
downstream side of an overhanging
rock-right at the water’s edge. It at- j
tracted her first by its symmetrical j
form, a perfect oval;^thon, when she
lifted it. by its astonishing weight.
She continued her search for the pink- .
Ish-red stones, carrying the rusty. |
pebble along. Presently she worked
her way hack to where Roaring Bill
labored prodigiously. ,
“Look at these - “pretty stones I
found,” she said. VWhnt are they;
Bill?”
"Those?” He looked at her out
stretched nalm. "Garnets." '
"Garnets? They must be valuably
then,” she observed.
"Yes. If you can find any of any
size. What’s the other rock?” he in
quired casually. "You making a col
lection of specimens?”
"That’s Just n funny stone I found,”
she returned. "It must he iron or
something. It’s terribly heavv for Its
size.” 1 ^
■"Eh? - Let me see it,” he said. •
She handed jt over, (
He weighed ft in his palm, scruti
nized it closely, turnln-g It over and
oyer. Then he took out his -knife and
scratched the rusty surface vigorously
for n few minutes.
"Huh !” he grunted. “Look at your
funny stone.”
. He held it out for her ^Inspection.
The blade of the knife had ieft a dull
yellow scar.
“Oh !” she gasped. "Why—It’s
gold!” L.: .
fit Is, woman,” he declaimed, with
rnook solemnity. "Gold — glittering
gold! .
"Say. where did you find thisT’ he
asked when nazel stared at the nug
get. dumb In the face of this unex
pected stroke of fortune.
"Just around the second bend,” she
cried. "t>h,’ Bill, do you suppose
there’s any more there?”
. "Lead me to it with my trusty pan
and shovel, and we’ll see.” Bill smiled.
Forthwith they set. gut. The over
blurred hollow In the distance, l’.ut
he uttered no useless regrets. With
horses they could have ridden south
through a -tolling country, where eyery
stretch of timber gave on a grass-
grown jevel. rnsteacp they were forced
l^ack over the rugged route by which
they had crossed the range the sum
mer before. Grub,' bedding, furs and*
gold totaled two hundred pounds. On
his sturdy -shoulders Bill could pack
half that weight. For his wife the
thing was a physical impossibility,
even had he permitted her to try.
Hence every mile advanced meant that
he doubled the distance, relaying from
one camp to the next. They, out their
bedding to a blanket apiece, and that
wits Hazel’s load—all he would allow
her to carry v
“You’re no pack mule, little person."
he would say. “It don’t hurt me, I’ve
done this;for years.”
But e.ven with abnormal strength
and endurance, it was killing work to
buck those ragged slopes with a heavy
load. Only by terrible, unremitting ef
fort could he advance any appreciable
distance. They were footsore, and
their bodies ached with weariness that
verged on pain when they gained the
pass that cut the summit of the Klnp*
pan range.
“Well, we’re over the hump,” Bill rt
marked thankfully. “It’s a downhill
“Oh Bill,” Hazel Called from the Bow.
"Look!”
lmd found plentiful colors as soon us hanging honTcler^ a'scant" ten min
, the first big rnn-nff of water hud fallen.
When Bill drew her up close in hi R ;jje.Jwd followed upstream painstak-
y, panning ..colors always, and now
ers wljo have tried and failed for lock
of understanding, cdukl not live their
lives wltri their beans in an emotional
cloud. For every action there must
be a corresponding reaction. They
who have the capacity to reach the
heights must likewise, upon occasion,
plumb the depths. Life, she began to
realize, resolved itself Into an unend-
Jng succession of little, trivial things,
with here and there some gr*’?)t event
lOomiqg out above all the rest for its
bestow'al of happiness or pain.
* February and March stormed a path
furiously across the calendar. Higher
and higher the drifts piled about the
cabin, till at length it was bunked to
the eaves with snow save-where Bill
shovpled It away to let light’ to the
windows. Day after, day they kept
Indoqrs, stoking up the fire, listening
to theitriumphant whoop of the.winds.
"Snow, snow !” Hazel hurst'.out one
day. “Frost that cuts you- like a
knife. I wish we were home agtfin—or
some place.”
"So do I, little person,” Bill said
gently. “But spring’s almost n*t ”the
door. Hang on a little longer. \Ve’-ve
made a fair stake, anyway, if we don’t
wash an ounce of gold.”
"IIoW are we going to get it all ou,t?”
She voiced u troublesome though tv""
"Shduider pack to the SkWna” he
answered.laconically. "Build»a dugout
there, and float downstream. Portage
the rupids as they come.”
"Oil, Bill J” She came and leaned
her head against him contritely. "Our
poor pontes! Awl it was all my care
lessness.”
"Never, mind, hon,” he comforted.
"They blink^Qjtt^vithout suffering..
And we’ll make it Ityn* a charm. lie
game—it’ll soon be spring.”
By April the twentieth the abdico-
tfon of Jack Frost was complete. A
kindlier despot ruled the land, and Bill
WagstafT began to tulk of gold.
• • ' • -• * • •
. . . that precious yellow metal Bought
I by men
In regions desolate.
**un»ued in patient hope or furious
toll;
Breeder of discord, wars, and murder
ous hate;
The eirtor a spoil. '
8o Hazel quoted, leaning ovef her
husbands shoulder. In the bottom Of
his pan. shining among a film of blark
•and. lay half a dozen bright specks,
and then n tew grains of coarse gold
to encourage hint in the quest. The
loss of their horses precluded ranging
far afield to that other glacial stream
yvhlch he had worked with Whttey
Lewis when he was a free InncO in the
North.’ He* was dose to his base of
supplies, and he had made wages—
with always, the prospector's lure of
a rich strike on the next har.-/-^'
»j*Tn the morning.”' said he. when
lunehTwas over. "I’ll bring plong the. ax
and some nails and <1 shovel, and get
busy.”
That nighOhey trudged down to the
cabin in high spirits^. Bill had washed
out enough during the afternoon to
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shoot to the Skeenn. I don't think it’s
more than fifty ur sixty.miles to where
we can take to the water.”
They made better time on the west
ern slope, hut the Journey became u
mutter-ol' sheer endurance. Food was
scanty—flour and salt and tea; with
meat and fish got by the way. And
the bluck , JLcs and mosquitoes
swarmed ubout them maddeningly day
and night. , .
So they came at last to the Skeena,
'nnd Hazel's heart misgave her when
she took note of its swirling reaches,
the sinuous eddies—a deep, awift,
treacherous stream. But Bill rested
overnight, and in the morning sought
fihd felled a sizable cedar, aud began
to hew. Slowly the thick trunk
shaped itself to the form of a boat
under the steady swing of his ax. -
In a week it was finished. They
loaded the sack of gold, the bundle of
furs, their meager camp outfit 'amid
ships, ami swungoff into the stream.
.. g. The Skeena drops fifteen hundred
„ j, rilL'ct in a hundred miles. \\ here! ore
there are rapids, boiling stretches of
white water In which ninny a good
canoe has come to grief. Some of
these-they ran ut imminent peril. Over
the worst they lined the canoe from
flie bank. And in the -secuud week
of July they brought up ut the head
of Kj^plox Canon,. Hazel ton lay a few
miles below, But flie Kispiox stayed
them, a sluice box cut through old
stone, in which the waters raged with
a deafening roar. No man ventured
into that wild gorge. They abandoned
the dugout. Bill siting the sack of
gold and the bale of furs on his back.
“It's the 1- Ltst dap,'Hazel," said he.
“We’ll leave the rest Of it 1 for the first
$}wiish that happens along.”
-So they set out bravely to trudge
the remaining distance, And ns the
be-
Alf \
lj'
In the Bottom of H s Pan Lay Half a
‘"‘T Dozen Bright Specks.
utes’ walk up the creek
Within five
brought to light a second lump, double
the size of her find. Close upon that
he winnowed a third. Hazel-Leaned
over him, breathless. A-t last he
readied bottom. The hhulder thrust
out below In a natural shelf. From
this Bill carefully scraped the accumu
lation of hlnylc sand apd gravel, glean-
| ing as a.result of his labor a baker’s
I dozen-Of assorted chunks —one giant
i that iflust h:U-e weighed three pounds,
lie sat -hack on his haunches, nnd
looked at his wiferspeechless. —
“Is that truly all gold, Bill?”, she
whispered incredulously*. I x
“It certainly is—as good gold ns evbr
went Into the mint.” he assured,
laifijln a nice little pest'on thIf* shelf
of rock. "That’s n real, honest pocket.
'And n'Ave]Mined one. if you ask me.”
. “My goodness”’ she murmured.
‘There might fie wa goal bads., of - it in
tlds creek.”
"There niicht. but if isn’t likely.”
Bid shook-his head. "This is a simon-
pure pocket, and it wotibl keep a grad
uate mineralogist guessing to say how
it got hero, because it's a differenf
proposition from the wash gold In the
creek bed. It’s rich placer ground,
at. that-rhiit this pocket’s almost un
believable. Must l»e forty pounds- «»f
goid/there. And you found it. You're*
the original mascot, little person.”
ITe ' bestowed a -bearlike .hug upon
her.—“
“Now w hat?” 'she tLvlred. "It hardly
seems real to pick up severaj thou
sand dollars til half, an houy or so like
Uds. AYhat Will we do?"
' Do? Why, bless your dear soul.”
he lunched. “W e’ll jusf eotisider our-
Sel\es extra lucky, and keep jdght on
with the game till the high water
makes us quit.”
h'r-h was a’ contingency nearer at
hand than even Bill. With a. first-hand
knowledge of the North's vagaries .in
tin* way -of flood, quite anticipated.
Three days after thp Tmdinc of the
pocket the whole floor of the creek
was awash. • His rocker Went down-
s;tv:im ovyrtiight. When Bill saw
that lie rolled himself a; tigaxejtekjind.
puttlrfji one long arm across J^iy wife’s
shonhh*rs. said wMnisicalTy r 1 "''
* "What d’you say we start home?”
the Afideroess hud not only loat Its
glamor, but hud become a thing to
fle* from. She bestowed a glad pres
sure on,her husband’s arm as they
walked up^ the street. Bill carrying the
sack of gold perched tirelessly ou/one
shoulder.
A “Say, their enterprise has gone the
length of jestahlishing a branch bank
here, I see.” , ; t
He called her attention to a square-
footed edifice, Its new-boarded walls
as yet guiltless of paint, -except where
a row of blutk letters set forth that
It wus the Bank of British North
America. ' ;.
"That’s, a good place , to stow this
bullion.” he remarked. "I want to get
it off my hands."
So to the bank they ben* their steps
A solemn, lmrse-faced Englishman
weighed tin* gold, and issued Bill a re
ceipt, expressing a polite regret , that
lack of facility to determine Its fine
ness prevented him from converting it
into bash.
“That mean? a trip to Vancouver."
Bill remarked outside. “Well, we can
stund that.”' - " .
From thp bank they went to the
hotel, registered, and were shown- to
a room. J»’or the first time since the <
summit of the Klap-pan Range., where
her tiny hand glass hud suffered dis
aster, Hazel was permitted a clear
A’iew of herself in a mirror.
“I’m a perfect fright!” she mourned.
“Huh!” Bill grunted. "You’re 1 all
right. Look at me.”
The trail had dealt hardly with both,
in the matter-of their personal appear
ance; Tanned to an ubhling brown,
they were, and Hazel’s one-time
smooth face was spotted with fly !>ite>T
and marked with certain scrqtcl^es
suffered in the brush as they sliTrted
the Kispiox. Her Hair had lost its
•sleek, glossy smoothness of arrange
ment. Her hands were reddened and
rough. But chiefly she was concerned
with the sad state of ner apparel. She
had come a. mailer uL four hundred
miles in the clothes on her hack—and
they bore unequivocal evidence of*the
journey.
“I’m a perfect fright,’’ she repeated
pettishly. “One's manners, morals,
clothing, and complexion ull suffer
from too close contact with your be
loved North- Bill.”
"Thanks!’ 1 he returned shortly. “1
suppose I’m a perfect fright, too. Long
hair, whiskers, grimy, calloused hnnds.j!
and all the rest of It. A shave and a
hair cut. a’ bath and u new suit of
clothes will remedy that. Bui I'll lie
the same personality in every essential
quality that I was when I sweated
over the Kluppuu with a hundred
pounds on my back.’’
"1 hope so." she retorted: "I don't
require the shove, thunk.goodness, but
I certainly tieed a bath—and Clothes.
I wish 1 had the gray suit that’s prob
ably getting all moldy and moth-eaten,
at the l’ine Jtiver cabin. 1 wonder if
I can get anything fit to wear here?’’
“Women live here,” Bill returned
quietly, "and 1 Suppose the stores sup
ply ’em with duds. Unlintber that
bank roll of yours, and do some shop
ping.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, re
garding her reflection in the mirror
with extreme disfavor. Bill fingered'
his thick stubble of a heard for a
thoughtful minute. Then he sat ddwn
beside her. , r
“What's a ruollah, hon?" he wheed
led. "What makes you such a Grosser
patch all ut once?"
“Oh, I don’t know," she answered
dolefully. ‘Tm, tired and hungry, and
I look a fright—and—oh, just every
thing.” . ,
“Tut. rvrt!” he r«mopstrnted good
naturedly. "That’s Just mood again
. We’re *t>i:t of the woods. literally and
figuratively,- If you’re hungry-, let’s go
and'sec what we can make this hotel ’
produce in the—wmu- ofi T’ruB, hefrire
'Yr dfr anything else.”
"I wouldn’t go .into their dining- -
roormjnoking like this for. the world,”
she said decisively.
“All right; you go shopping, then."
he proposed, ”whi!e I take these furs
up to old Hack’s place and turn them
into tnoney.- Then we’ll dress, and
make this hotel f-ed its the best
they’ve got-. C’heer tip. Maybe it ^vas.
tough on you »o*sJieo a year Hut of
vour -life and Move it in a yountr.v 1
where th**re’s nothing hut woods and
eternal silence—buf„wV\e got around
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Left the Squire Thinking,
A well-known Httttrp-4m*r**q'uire. lo t- *
<*<1 for liis imhIs, \\ :i> i»m* (lyy
leaning over a .gate w 11 i • -11 v «t>.n* n m in I
a good., view of his fifoiol ai'fes. ' (
A w t , P-p!(*:is,«4'i’S!:tile wnv on..lj.i*i.jips
w lien In* w as stertleo l»> i)n* sound'of—
a wheedling \*»i<e near liitiT.
”Gie us a hand. »»hk ••hap, to help
my p«M»r "1*1 doiik**y uj< the lit!!. ' .
The siiuir** tnrii'd. and. with rln-^
smile d**« peuing in liN fs-i*-* . pushed the ’
little earl helilnd with -•> heart-j a
good wifi that tin* nsii'r <\<1,lined
with :• * 1 ntir:* T ion :
"Well, I’m darned If '<>u ain’t a
good ol*l sport. ! sax," ho went o-n In —
a whisper. M've km** keil over two or
three **t’ ilm -quire's rahhits. ami I'm
darned if' you shalyf have one."
Whereupon, with’a. gr *at appea r-
ate'e of seerery, lie mtlloil out a fat
voting fahhit from under a spek in the
• •art. and trott»**l away, leaving tie 1 be
wildered Vquire wijli on*- of.lijs own
rahh.lts dangling from iii- hands.j—Lon
don Tit-Bits.
Ultimatum.
For sown 1 Hneje'iitv w <■ ,: iud **n th**
corner, waiting until tie* t eros--
iiig shall he timssa'dc.
'I’ho long* t7»w. rakish M-hieb* epntitt-
nes to r*41 l-y
t’a-l ing ' otty .* ; >i , ‘- dro* n tie* street
along its lj-rgrh \\ e mutter: ..
"Wiial a{ nnisatio* t-le ,- -o \ liiehu'
ears'are! Til * i I Iim\*> to own one
irnse’f or Jr:*m ■[ ! ell m> lui-inoss on
this, sejo iif ilm -i c •*»'.’* » •
\\* all lovKliarg: ins.Jyif ^,-‘d h.ir*!
!y respeel a lipHi Wjio’d ' let u- * lo af
him. "* r “
— . - \ •
Many a .fraia-of thotiglrN^tmii s no
freight.
T
make ti resT*eetable showing on Hazel’s
outsprepiF htin«lki*rehief. And Hazel
was In a gleeful _ mood over the fact
that she-had unearthed a big nugget
by herself. Beginner’s hick, Bill said
teusingly, hut that did not diminish
het- elation. " j
A«t the days passed there seemed no
question of their complete suce^jf.
Bill fabrlcjited his rocker, a primitive,
iKixllke device with a blanket screen
and transverse slats below. It wus
faster than *the pan, evro rude"i»ft"it
was. and It cuught all but the finer The Stress of the Trail.
1 A' aueer^t’fhl? Of lurk not th* n>n- ftn R !r 1,IZ WUdlumped hls^s»*cond ^ack I struggling against just such craving*
sheaf f* their undertaking H 7 I ,, \ a. J* °f the Klappan. and imposaihle of realization, and there-
a snllmK of*ui^rf-m!«-fcL hiil* thn I -° ,h# ‘ vaI,e - v fhut all the more tantalizing. She had
a splinter «frw«Knmo1lv han^thus | opened m,; ,t th* basin showed ltt I been a year In the wilderness, and
CHAPTER XIII.
remaining distance,
fortunes of the trail sometlipcs
fall, they raised an Indian c;nup on
the bank of thtrriver at the month of twt»rity thousand <i**llars to show for
the canon. A teh-ITollar hill yiade Htf^L And or," .-can’t get some-
them possessors of another canoe,\anft^ *hi.ig f**r nothj.ig. Tlieie’s a f*rice
an hour later tin* roofs * if Ilazetton ,nnr k 0,1 B sonmvyh* r*>, ajwrys. Br*
cropped up above.'the hank. \ ’ | ,M - V ' Good little pal -and see If von can’t
‘ “Oh, Bill.” Hnfcel called from tW ,!mk( ’ 0,1< ‘ «L'thVse store- dig up n
how. “Look! There’s the. same o\d ''i11 st ami a black skirt. lUvo you
steamer tied to the same old hank. on „ ihe fitSTatihiT* T saw
We’ve been gone a year, nnd yet the
world hasn’t changed a mite. I won
der if Hazel ton has taken a Rip’van
Winkle sleep all this time?”'
, “No fear,” he smiled. “I cup 1 see
sou e new houses—quite a few, in fact.
And look—-by Jiminy ! They’re work
ing on the grade. That railroad, re-
juexubcr?.” ’ >
He 4t4*ve tKe canoe’alongsiile a float i
.V few loungers viewed them with]
frank curiosity. Bill set out the treas
ure sack and the bale of furs, and tied ,
ili*’-canoe. _ ■ ' ~' , " L .4T'*' -' |
“A new hotel, by Jove!’’ he reT
marki*d, wlirti upon gaining the level
of the town a new two-story building
you. •
lie kissed her, am. went quickly’out.
Ami after a long tlnie'of sober staring
at her- image In-the giass Hazel shook
herself Impatleptly.) J --4
"I m a-stliy. selfish, incompetent lit
tle beast.” she whispered. "Bill ought
to thump iii**, instead of being kind.
I t an f do anything, and l don't know
much, and Tm urefrow for looks
rigrlit now. And I .v.ni'rt'd out to bo* a
real partner.” '•
-M
i
• e
-V-
'4g:
blazoned with a huge sign its func
tioh as; a hostelry. “Getting quite
hietropoiitan In this neCltfo^jhe Woods.
Say, little person, do you tpuik you
can relish a square meal? Blanked
steak and lobster salad—huh? I won-
tier if they could rustle a salad in this
man’s town? Say ; xU). you know I’m
Just loginning to find out how hungry
M
you,
I atn Tor-Jthtr Ticsh-iiots.
hon?”
She wus; frlmkly ~so. For long,
monotonous months she had been
Bill suddenly realizes that
Hazel is tired of the wilderness
and he decides on a move that is
.to have a big effect on their
later lives. A hint of what is to
come is given in he next install
ment
:«
-■—•Ito JU-; CONTIN UKtf.y v
- “Doctoring” HeMotrcpe!
The delicate heliotrope Is source and
unprofifiible to thj^Berfutner. lie de
tects InTts odor/"hmyevvj. the aroma
of vuuilU comhinetl with the sliarpcr
scent of bitter almondg*- Therefore, he-
udds tojt Hnctufe of-vVanilo'a small
quantity of the otto o^tter almond*
arid rose nnd orange flower essenes,
uqd thus easily maW extract of hallo
crop*.
when Coffee
Disagrees
- Th are’s always a
safe and pleasant
cup to take its place
ilNS'mNT
Dostum
is now used reg
ularly by thousands
of former coffee
drinkers who live
better and feel
better because
of the change.
'“There's a Reason’
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