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Synopsis.—Miss Hnzel We|r, a stenographer. living at Granville,
Ontario, is placed under.a cloud by circumstances for which she Is
entirety blameless. To escuj>e from the groundless gossip that pursues
her, she secures n position as schoottrneher nt Cariboo Meadows. In a
wild part of BritishColumbia. There, at a hoarding house, she first
sees "Roaring Rill" Wngstaff, a well-known character nL that country.
Soon after her arrival Hazel loses her way while walking In the woods.
She wanders .until night when she reaches "Roaring Rill’s” camp fire
In ihe woods. He promises to take her home in the,morning, but she
Is compelled to spend the night in the woods. After wandering in the
woods all the next day. "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. IMiring the long winter “Roaring Bill” treats Hazel with the
greatest respect. He tells her he loves her and fries to Induce her to
V Thnrry him, but she-refuses. In the spring he takes her to Rellu Coola,
‘ where she can get a boat to Vancouver. At’ Vancouver Hazel takes a
train for Granville, but on the way she realizes that she loves Wngstaff
and decided to return to him. “Roaring Rill” Is overjoyed and to
gether they travel to a Hudson bay post arul are .married. After
several months they decide to gw farther Into the mountains to a spot
where Rill Is confident there Is gold.
lo\y grasses waved to their horses
knees. JJazef. <yame afoot, a fresh-
killed deer lashed across Silk’s buck.
Rill hesitated, as If taking Ills hear
ings, then led to where u rocky spur
of a hill Jutted Into the meadow’s edge.
A spring bubbled out of a pebbly ba
sin; and he poked about in the grass
✓beside It with his foot, presently, stoop
ing to pick up something which proved
to he a short bit of charr^tTstlck,
"The remains of my last campfire."
V smiled reminiscently. “Racks off,
old pal. We’re through with the trail
for a while.” "■?
CHAPTER XI.
Four Walls and a Roof.
Rrought to It by a kindlier rond.
Hazel would have found that nook In
the Klflppiin range a pieas^nt- enough
place. She could not deny jts beauty.
Rut she was far too trail weary to ap-
: precl“*o the grandeur of the Klnppan
range. She .desired nothing so much
as rest and comfort, and the. solemn.
! mountains were neither restful nor
soothing. They stood too grim and
aloof It) a lonely land.
There w as so-tnuch to he done, work
rtf the hands; a cabin to build, and a
stable; hay to-be - cut .rind stacked so
that tliHr horses might live through
the long winter—-w hich already > her-,
aided his approach with sharp, sting
ing frosts at night, and flurries of
snow along the higher ridges. '
RiU staked the tent beside the
spring, fashioned n rude fork out of
a pronged willow, and fitted a bundle
to the scythe he had brought for the
lered long ago. 1
. And. next day. tn Hnzel, sitting hy
Watching Idm swing the,heavy, double-
bjfted ftv ort the foundation logs of
their winter home. It hll seemed fool
ish, .that hea'vlness^ of heurt which
sometimes assailed her. She was per
fectly happy. They had plenty V)f food.
In a few brief months Bill would wriest
a sack of j»o| from the treasure house
of the North, andjhey would Journey
home by easy stages. Why ishould she
brood? It was. sheer folly-Va mere
ebb of spirit. . ~ „
Fortune favored them to the extent
of letting the October storms remain
!n abeyance until BUI finished hts
cal)ln, with a cavernous fireplace of
rough stone at one end. ,
Followed thep.. the erection of a
stable to shelter the horses. Midway
at Its .construction a cloud bank blew
out of the northeast, and a foot, of
snow fell. “ Then It cleared to hrllllani
days of frost. Rill finished his stable
At night he tierl-tlie horses therein. By
day they were turned loose to rustle
their fodder from under the crisp 1
snow*.:r It was necessary to* husband
the stock of hay, for spring might be
Iufe_
Aft**r that they went hunting. The
third da.?, ftitl shot two moose in an
open glade ten miles afield. It took
them two more days to haul In the
frozen meat on a sbuL ■ -r-
He also laid In a Stock of frozen
trout hy the simple expedient of locat
ing a large pool, and • netting' the
speckled denizens “thereof through d
, hole In the Ice.
>f their larder was amply supplied.
And, as the jedfd rigidly tightened its*
pricked up at the strange Rignt, shiv
ering In the hitter northwest wind that
assailed their hare, unprotected bodies.
Bill himself drew hack from the fire
nnd stared at It fixedly. He kept si
lence until Hazel timidly put her hand
pn Ids arm. ’ • • _ {
'’You watched thnt fire all' right,
didn’t you?" he said then. ‘ \ J
“Bill. Bill!” *he cried. But he
merely j shrugged his shoulders, and
kept his guze fixed on"' the burning
stable. . T
T6 Hazel, shivering with the cold,
eveh close as she was to the Intense
heat. It seemed an Incredibly short
time till a glowing mound below the
snow level was all that remained; a
black-edged pit that belched smoke
and sparks. Tj,mt ; * and -five horses
YOUR SICK CHILD
IS CONSTIPATED!
LOOK AT TONGUE
HURRY, MOTHER! REMOVE POI-
SONS FROM LITTLE 8TOMACH,
LIVER, BOWELS.
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'£ “CALIFORNIA SYRUP OF
FIGS" IF CROSS, BILIOUS
OR FEVERISH.
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purpose. From dawn to dark he swung
the keen blade In the heavy grass i " r, P* nn j? Succeeding snows deepened
CHAPTER X—Continued..
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On flu* second day they crossed the
Skeena. Q,rlsky und tedious piece of
business, for the river run deep nnd
strong.
Presently tb* way grew rougher. If
anything. Roaring Bill Increased his
pace. He hlniRelf no longer rode.
When the. steepness of the ✓hills .and
canyons mnde the going hard the packs
were redivided, and henceforth Satin
bore on his hack a portion of the sup
plies.. Bill led the way tirelessly.
Through files, river crossings, camp
labor, and nil the petty Irritations of
tke trull he kept nn unruffled spirit, a
flue, enduring patience that Hazel mar
veled nt nnd admired. Many a time,
wakening at some slight stir, she
would find him cooking breakfast. In
every ..way within his power he saved
her.
Many a strange shift were they put
to. Once Bill had to fell a great
spruce across a twenty-foot crevice. It
took him two days to hew It flat so
that his horses could he led over. The
depth was bottomless to the eye,’'hilt
from far below rose the -cavernous
growl of rushing water, nnd Hnzel
held her breath as each animal stepped
gingerly over the-narrow bridge/ One
mlRstep—
Once they climbed three weary,days
up a precipitous mountain rnnge. nnd.
turned hack In sight of the crest* by
nn Impassable cli IT. were forced to
back track nnd swing a flfty-mlle 'de-
tour. September'was upon them. The
days dwindled In length, and the nights
grew to have a frosty nip.
Early and late he pushed on. Two
camp necessities were fortunately
abundant, grass nnd water. Even so,
the stress of the trail told on the
hofses. They lost flesh. The extreme
steepness of succeeding hills bred galls
under the heavy packs. They grew
leg weary, no longer following each
other with sprightly step and heads
high. Hazel pitied them, for she her
self was trail weary beyond words.-
The vagabond Instinct had fallen
asleep. ■* The fine aura of romance no
longer hovered over the venture.
Sometimes when dusk ended the
day’s journey and she swung her stif
fened limbs out of the saddle, she
would cheerfully have foregone all the
gold In, the North to ITF at her ehsc
before the fireplace In their distant
cabin, with her man’s head .nesting In
her lap. and no toll of wefiry miles
looming sternly on the morrow’s hori
zon. Tt was all work, trying work, the
more trying because - she sensed a
Intent uneasiness on her husband's
part, an uneasiness she could never in
duce him to embody In words.' Never
theless. It existed, and she resontedTts
existence—a trouble she could not
share. But'she could not put her fin
ger on the cause, for Rill merely smiled
a denial when slve mentioned It.
.which —carpeted the bottom.
Behind
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with a fork. She Insisted on thls<
though \i blistered her hands rind
brought furious pains to her jmck. . If
her man must strain every nerve she
.would lighten the burden with what
strength she had. And with two pair
of hands to the task, the piles of hay
▼» a a \ . . - lilt? milium,
wIned th! , l ',I OI VL! 1 Hazel plied lt~ln little moumb
ns he stood Ids gaze suddenly became
fixed, a concentrated stare at a point
.northward: He raised his glasses.
“By thunder!" he exclaimed. “I be
lieve—It’s me for the top."
He went up the few remaining yards
with a haste that left Hazel panting
behind. Above her he stood balanced
on a bowlder, cut sharp against the
*\v, nnd she reached him Just us he
lowered tht*. field glasses with a sigh,
of relief. His eyes shone with exul
tation.
“Come on up on the perch," he In
vited, nnd reached forth a long, mus
cular arm, drawing her up close be
side him on the rock. *
"Behold the Promised Land," ' he
breathed, “and the gateway thereof,
lying a couple of miles to the north.”
They were, It seemed to Hazel, roost
ing precariously on the very sdnunlt
of the world. On both sides the moun
tain pitched away sharply In rugged
folds. Behind them, between them nnd
the far Pacific, rolled a sea of moun
tains, snow-cupped, glacier-torn, gl-
the white blanket till showshoes be-
csuctit* imperative, Bill begun to string
out a line of traps,
December winged by, the days suc
ceeding each other like glittering pan
els on a black ground of long, drear
nights. Christmas came. They mus
tered up something of the holiday
spirit, dining gnyly off a roast of carl-
gathered thick on the meadow. When f For the occasion HftZPl had saved
Bill Judged that the supply reached
twenty tons, he built a rude sled with
a rack on It, and hauled In the htjy
with a saddle horse. ~ ..
“Amen!” said Bill, when he had emp
tied the rack for the last time, nnd
the hay, rose In a neat stack. "Thnt’^
nnother'load off my mind. l ean build
a cabin and a stable in six feet of
snow If I have to, hut there would
have been a slim chance of hhylng orree
a storm, hit us. We wouldn’t go hun
gry—there’s moose enough to feed aff
nrmy ranging In that low ground to the
south.”.
“There’s everything that one needs,
almost. In-the wilderness. Isn't there?”
Hazel observed reflectively. “But still
the law of life 1s awfully harsh, don’t
g nn fl c | 5’ou think. Bill. Isolation Is a terrible
"Down there," Itnnrlnc IH1I waved 1 !?'?“ 11 18 so , <™1-
hls hand, "there’s tie an,I here’s ,'!’T < t S ' ,n "' " lnK "’' n ’
turf to walk on. Lord. Mt be k-lnd to ™T 1,0 help v
ftet oat of these rocks! You’ll never .-vT, "h"' , T' !'?
catch ate eoadaR la this way attain. , C,0 « ( , °. h "’ 19 80 c.”
It’s sure toush Koine. And I've been eyed lu r n ,-e<and. 1 hen he put
scared to death for a week, thinking 8 nrllls nrm, ad her, and patted her
We ..couldn't get through.” 111 r 'caderly.
“But we can?’’ * , “I s ft Kitting on yotir nerves already,
“Yes. easy,’L he assured. “Take the 1,tt,e Person?” he nske<L ^ “Nothing^
glasses and look. Thai fiat we left our K ° in F' to wrong. I’ve been in wild
outfit In runs pretty well to the top, oountny too often to make mistakes or
about two miles along. Then there’s careless. Life Isn’t -a hit harsher
a notch In the ridge that you can’t get *t ,iin to the human ant heaps.
* "What does the old. settled country do
to you when you have neither money
nor Job? It treats you worse than the
worst the North ran do; for, lacking
j tin* price. It denies*you access to the
ahundanee that mocks you In every
shop window,, pnd liars you «tit of the
houses that line the streets. Here,
everything needful Is yours for the tak
ing. _ No, little person. I don’t think
the last half dozen {wUntoes. With the-
material at her command she evolve«l
a Christmas pudfling, serving It with
brand}* sauce. And after satisfying
appetites bred of a morning tilt wtTh
Jack Frost along Bill’s trap line, they
sp<*nt a pleasant hour picturing their
next Christmas. There would he holly
nnd bright lights and music—the festi
val spirit Treed of all restraint.
A day or two after the first of the
She Was Working on a Pair of Moc
casins, After an Indian Pattern. -
bumped tall to the driving wlntR stol
idly enduring. She "'shuddered with
something besides the cold. And then
Bill spoke absently, his eyes still ob-
the smoldering heap.
“Five feet of cnk**d snow on tc.p of
every hi adit** of grass.*’ she heard hlrrj
mutter. “They-ean’t- browse on trees,
like deer."
lie had stuck hi« rifle butt first in
the snow. He walked over to it; Hazel
followed. When, he stood, with the
rifle siting In the crook of Ids nrm, she
tried again to break through this silent
aloofness which cut her more deeply
than any harshness of speech could
have done. :
"Bill, I’m so lsorry!” she pleaded.
“It’s terrible. I know. What can we
do?”
year Roaring Bill set out^to go ov s *r | .* 1>n? n U hr he snorted. “If I ever
one of the uttermost trapGlnes.
tes after .closing tl
hack.
No"matter what alls your'’child, a
gentle, thorough laxative should ul- '
ways be the'first Jrieutment given.
If your LittHp'one Is out of sorts,
half-slek,TSiVjFresting, eating and act
ing natur^tf}*—look, Mother! see if
tongua^ls coated. This is a sure sign
thut the little, stomach, liver and bow
els aro clogged with waste. When
cross, irritable, feverish, stomach sour,
breath bad or'has stomach-ache, diar
rhea, sore t throat, full of cold, give a
tenspoonful ox’ "California Syrup. of
Figs,” and in a few hours all the con»>
stlpated poison, undigested food and
sour bile .gently moves out of the lit
tle bowels without griping, and you
toare a (veil, playful qhlld again!
Mothers cun rest eusy after giving
this harmless "fruit laxative," because'
It never falls to cleanse the little one’s
liver and bowels and sweeten the stom
ach and they dearly love its pleasant
taste. Full directions for babies, chil
dren Of all ages and for grown-upa
printed on each bottle.
Beware of counterfeit—fig syrups.
Ask your druggist for u bottle of "Cal
ifornia Syrup of Figs;” then see thnt
It Is runde by the "California Fig Syrup
Company.”—Adv. i
The Farmer Was Fair.
. ^ Hve have to die before jnv time. T hope It
minutes after closing the door he ttfls | Av , m he wlth n f„n i M !|| y and niy head
, . i In the nlr—and meVoifullv swift.” ■
Kas^ with that: *^re little person." ! Kvrii lhon she had no (>lear ulpt * Bide Dudley, writer, lyricist and
h« cautioned. Shes blowing ^ut of of , ljs int( . nf , on S}l( . up nt , lim Poet, went up Into Westchester county
Ihe sparks-are p , t .. uHnplv bnt ht , W11S Ktar | IUf 1Jt th<1 the other day with an actor to buy a
Keep your eye ,;, s fcpth bitk ,„ ,^.,’vnuslv at | hor8e - “ Go out ,n the ' ‘“'rnyard and
bis under lip. Suddej+Ty he blinked. P«ck one out,” said the farmer. “You
nnd she saw his eyes moisten. In the mfl y have him for
same instant he tffrew up his rifle. At r ^^ 10 actor P»id over the «n*ney nnd
the thin, vlcknis crack of it. Silk col- "elected a horse. He mounted the
lapsed. >
She Understood then. With her hand' 1
pressed hard over her mouth to keep
hack the hysterical scream that threat
ened, she fled to the house. Behind
the northwest again
sailing pretty high
on it. Hazel.”
“All right. Bllluin,” she replied, “I’ll
be careful.”
Not more than fifty yards separated
the house and stable. At the stable
end stood the stack of hay. a low hum
inoek above the surrounding drift. Ex
cept for the place where Bill dally re
moved the supply for his horses tliefe
was not much foothold for a, spark
, .. , . her the rifle spat forth.Jts staccato
since a thin coat of snow overlaid the message of death. For n few seconds
greater part of the top. But there was mountains flung v hi’plike echoes
thnt chance of catastrophe. The chim- hack and forth in a volley. Then the
ney of their fireplace yawned wide to
the sky, vomiting -spn?£s and nsh like
a miniature volcano when th'e fire was
roughly-stirred, or-an extra heavy sup
ply of dry wood laid on. '"When the
wind whistled out of the northwest tire
line of flight was fair over the stack.
Lit behooved them to watch wind and
*fire.
Hnzel washed up her breakfast
sibilant voire of- the wind alone broke
the stillness.
Numbed with *ho cpbl. terrified at
the elemental tuthlcssness of it njl. she
threw herself on the bed. defiled even
the relief of tears. Dry-eyed and heavy-
hearted. sin- waited for her ImsbriiMl’s
coming, and dreaded It—f<rr the first
time she had seen her Rill look on her
with cold, critical inurer. For an ln-
anlrnnl and started away. The hors©
went 20 stops and fell down nnd the
new owner was unable to make him
get. up. lie went hack to the farmer.
“Say.” he said. "I’ve been stung.
Thnt horse fell down and won’t get
, up."
“Well," replied the farmer, “I want
to he fair with you. Go out In the
lot nnd pick out another, but don’t
take the one lu the middle or they’ll
all full down."—New York Telegram.
“HAS BEEN A
, FRIEND TO ME”
dishes, and set-the cnhln ln_ order •©■ Tferjnlliable time- she bvy listening for
cording to her housewifely Instincts. | t j 1( , 0 || r ;- ,,f t
the law. of life 1s nearly so harsh here j * ' lt>n ‘’iirled up in the chair which I strung tight.
Rill had painstakingly constructed for
Intel), every nerve
as It is whefe the mob struggles for Its
i daily bread! It’s more open and
almveboard here; more up to Hie IndU
Yhlual. Rut It’s lonely soliietlines. I
guess that’s what alls you.”-
"Oh. pouf!” she denied. “I’m not
her «*speclal comfort with only ax and
knife for tools. She was working on
a pair of moccasins after an Indian
pattern, nnd she grew wholly nhsoj'bed
in the task, drawing stitch after'stitch
of sinew strongly and neatly Into
place. When at length the soreness
-tnne.lv, so long as I’ve got you. Rut
sometimes'I thTnk of something hap- i
1 of her fingers warned her that she had
S- .hjeen at work a long time, she looked
Swung the Keen Blade ib the Heavy
: Grass.
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with the miked eye. and a wlder^can-
, .von running down into the basin. It’s
Nor did she tMhmn the cause until 1 the nnl.v dcceni break Hrme^v1«Te7oT
upon a certain day which fell upon flfty mI1eg so ^ IIS , cnn st>0> We * re
the end of a week’s wearisome traverse j IucU y t0 hlt thls pass »
of the hardest country yet cm*om,tered. j. “Suppose we couhlu’t get over here?”
They broke out of n_cnnyon up Hazel naked. "What if there hadn’t
which they had struggled all day onto^been a pass?’’
a level plot where the pine stood in * “That was beginning to keep
somber ranks. A spring creek split the - - - - ’ K
flat In two. Reside this tiny stream
Rill unlashed his packs. It still Inckpd
two hipirs of dark. Rut he made no
comment, and Hazel forbore to trouble
him with questions. Once the packs
were off and the horses nt liberty. Rill
caught up his rifle.
“Come on. Hnzel,” he said. "Let’s
take ri little hike."
The flat was. small, nnd once clear
of It the>p!nes thinned out on a steep,
rocky slope so that westward they
could overlook a vast network of can
yons vine! mountain spurs. But ahead
of them the mountain rose to an up
standing bnektmne -of Jumbled granite,
and on this backbone Bill’ Wrigstnff
bent nn anxious eye. Presently they
sat down on a howlden to take a
breathing spell, lifter a stiff stretch of
climbing. Ilnzrt slipped her hand In
his and whispered: ?
-What li» It. Billy-hoy?" . \ i
"I’m afraid we can’t get over here
with the horses." he answered slowly.
"And if we can’t find a pass of some
kind—well, come on !* It Isn’t more
thuu n quarter of a mile to the top/*
to Keep me
awake* nights," he confessed. “Do you
realize ‘hat It’s getting late In the
year? Winter may come— fling !—In-
sble of ten days. And'me-caught In
a rock pile, with .^o cabin to shelter
my best, girl, and no buy up to fec*d my
horses! You bet it bothered me." ,
She hugged him sympathetically] ahd
Bill smiled down at her.
“But It’s plain sailing now," he con
tinued. "I know that basin ahd all the
country beybnd It. It’s a pretty decent
camping place, and "there’s a fairly
easy way out.”
He bestowed a reassuring kiss upon
her. They sat on the houlder for n
penlng t«» you—sickness and accident
ahd all that." *
"Forget It !"■ Btlt exhorted. '’That's
the worst of living In this big. .still
country—It makes one Introspective.
'nnd so (’orifouridedly conscious of what
.puny, atoms we human- h«‘ii>gs are.
after all. But there's less chance of
sickness herr than tmy place? Wail
till I get that cabin -built, with a big,
fireplace at one end. - We’ll he more
coinfortnhje. jmd things will look.
little rosier. This thing of everlasting
hurry and hard work gefs on every
body's nerves."
The best of the afternoon was still
unspent when the,haystacking termi
nated, and Bill declared a holiday.
When the fire had sunk to dull em
bers, and the stars were peeping shyly
in the open flap of their tent, she whis
pered In his ear:-
"You mustn’t think I’m complaining
or lonesome or anything. Billy-hoy
when I make remarks ljke I did today.
I love you a heap, nnd I’d be happy
anywhere with you. And I’m really
and truly nt home In the wilderness.
Onlv—only sometimes I have a funny
nt her watch.
He came at last, nnd the thmfip of
his rifle as he stood it against tin* wall
had no more than.sounded before he
was bending «v<x h<*r. Jle sat down
on tlic ('dg»* of the hc«b and putting
his arm noros’s hor-^shoiildors. turned
her gently so that sheffaced him;
“Never mind, little person," he whis
pered. “It’s done and over. I’m sorry
I slushed at you tli * vnv I.did.. That’s
Says Lady, Regarding Cardui, in
Giving This Well-Known Worn-
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Good Health.
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Cleveland, Tenn. — Mrs. Jonnnri
Felker, of this place, after telling of
■the help she obtained.from the use of
Cardul 12 years ago, when it built up
her health nnd strength says further:
Goodness me! Rill s due h<rfne any | sore he aLways lvns to jump on some
time, irnd I haven’t a" thing ready to | hodv else."
nn V 11 —■ cb n <1 v/ •! o I tniwl ** K ty 11 Ti, m.T*T? ... . . •
a fool "hian s- u ay--if he’s buti and "The next time I used ft (Cnrjdul!),.wo®
about 4 or 5 years ago. I had ...
eat.’’~'yhc (‘xclniitred:
fire nearly out
’And here’s mv
ond was Jtjst able to dra& nround 1 for
a good while, getting worse all the
time.' I suffered intense puin In the
“D-don’t. Bill!’’ she cried forlornly.,
"l'~kno\v. It’s my fault. T h*t the fire
She pi'ed on wood, and stirring the I almost go out. and then built It up
.cggCuniW It. ,fttnn«a: them with her j t,tg without thinking. And "T know'.'- lower abdomen and back . . .. Could
husband's old felt_ hat. forgetful., of being sorry doesn’t make any differ-' , hardly do my work, it was all a drag
paries or aught hut that she sftmTfd , cnee. Rut plcase-1 don’t want to he . v . and walking was verv mln f„l
he cooking against Ills hungry "nrriVal. miserable over It. i’ll never be care fr . r ' * - „. g . , . . y P nf !
outside, the wind blew lustily, driving joss again.” for me. I-finally had to give up and
1 the loose snow across the open In long, j"' “Ail right; ,J won’t*' talk about it
wavering ribbons. Rut she had for- : hon.” lie said. “I don’t think von wil
gotten that it was In the dangerous
ever be careless ahouL-^such things
quarter, and she did not remll that »rrp i again. The North won’t let us get
portant fact even when she sat down nW ay with it. The wilderness Is hig-
ngaln to watch her moose steaks broil
on the glowing coals raked apart from
the leaping blaze. The flames "'licked
Into the throat of the chimnej^wlfh
the purr of a giant cat.
No sixth sense warned her of Im
pending calamity. Tt hurst upon her
with startling abruptness only when
she opened the door fo Tffrow out some
scraps of discarded meat, for the Maze
of the burning stack shot thirty feet
in ti)© air. and the smoke rolled across
feeling; as If I wo,re afraid. I look up 'the meadow'hi n sooty manner.
Bareheaded! In .n thin pair of mocca
sins. without coat or mittens to fend
her from the lance-toothed frost. Hazel
ran to the stable! She could get the
horses ouR .perhaps, before flit* jog
wnl’s became th<*ir crematory Rut Bill,
coming In from his traps, reached the
nt these Mg mountains, and they seem
to be scowling—ns If we were“tres-
passers or something."
“I know." Bill drew her close to
. , ^ him. “But that’s Just mood. I’vfcjjejt
few minutes,-thetv seramhlcd downhilf. that snme sensation up here—a fooilsh
ffwt, jmd built thdr indefinable .foreboding. All the out- ....,
evening fire. And for the first -time Af=the-wnv^^ places of Ttie eartb 'bfOtTuee' ^tarde fifitrand^ fimre was nothing for
In many day* Ilorfrlng Bill whistled Hint effect, lb one Is at all Imaginative, 'her to do bnt stand and watch with a
nnd glitly burst Into snatches of song It’s the bigness of everything, and the ‘sickening sN^reproach. He tintled
In the deep bellowing voice that had etemnl stillness. It would be hard op | nn «| clubbed th>-Te'nctant horses out-
given him his nn me hack In the Carl- the nerves-to Uve here always. R, lt - Already the Atuhle end' a‘gn Inst
boo country IT s humor was Infec- we're only after a stakf^—then all the the hay was shootlm^tjp tongues of
tlous. Hacel felt the go<ls 0 f high pleasant places of fTfe_ftmh nre open flame. * A« the Maze lapped swlftlv ’
adventure smiling broadly opon them to os; with that little old log house over the roof nnd ate Into the wplls. |
once mote. ^ r . • a p hy Plnejlver for a refuge yvl*en- i the horses *ffuggb*d through the deep
At noon, two day* later, they *tepr*4 ever we get tired of the worhl nt large/; drift. Inuelne desr*erutel.v to gain a fen
.*****!, of *Pnic# Into •Cuddle up and go te sleep. You’re u 4 jards. then turned to stand with ears \
gcr tlian we are. and It’s mefclless If
we make mistakes.”
“I see that.” Slie shuddered Invol
untarily.. “It’s a grim country.- It
frightens me.” , .
“Don’t fet It." he sild tenderly. “So
long as we have our health and
strength »we can win out. nnd he
'Stronger for the experience.
go to bed, where I stayed about a week
. . . and then turned back to Cardul,
my. old friend. . •*
After starting the Cardul, I was able
to he np in 2 or 3 days . . . The pains
^rere relieved soon after beginning to
‘ take the Cardul, and when I got up,
walking ^vas easy for me . . . Got
back my health and strength . . . and
ln 8 weeks wag^nble_to do , most of
my work ....
I It’s a fine 8 medicine, and has been
a good friend to me, and I am a friend
“How c;m you prospect In the spring. r ,to it too. It’s through taking Cardul
without horses to pack the outfit?” she I’hare been well and strong and in
asked, after a little. “How can w get good health for the past 4 or 5 years
out of here with all the st^ff we’ll"
have?’ • .
“We’ll manage it." he ‘assured light
ly. . 'vWe’ll get out with our furs and
gold.* all right, and re Von’t go hittF^
Jrry On the wav- even tf we have’ n«
pack train. Leave It to me>’
Hazel, by a queer * twipt * of
luck, make* a rich “*trike,"
which atone* for the thought-
Teatnes* that previously had
brought disaster upon her and
Sill. The hext installment tells
how it happened.
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(TO B£ CONT1NUiJ *.»
.'."TTwlll always praise It.” v
Cardul should do for you, what it
has done for thousands of other, wom
en. It should help you. Try Cardul.—.
AdT;** . -- ' '' '1
Good looks are-often a great draw
back to a man in business. He should
try the movies.
tfeMi la fla« eonaiUoa u
Dr. DmM BakMti*
PHYSIC BALL and
HORSE TONIC'tT*
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