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He promises to take her home in the morning, but she is compelled to spend the night in the woe;lri> After wanderin'g\n 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 N at the cabin that she cannot hope to escape from the wilderness before spring. During the long winter “Roaring Bill” treatri 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 takes her to Bella\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 Wagstaff and decided to return to him. “Roaring Bill” is overjoyed and to gether they travei to a Hudson bay post and are married. After several months they decide to go farther into the mountains to 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 the chimney to set fire to the stable, which is .hurhed with all the hay. To keep the animals from death by starva tion, Bill Is compelled to shoot them. - -m CHAPTER XII. -11- Jack Frost Withdraws. .All through the month of.January each evening, as dusk folded its som ber mantle about the meadow, the varying from pin-point size to the big ness of a grain of wheat* '‘That’s the stuff,” Bill murmured “It. looks, as if we’d struck it pretty fair. It’s time, too—the June rise will hit us like a whirlwind orre* of these wolves gathered to feast, on the dead ; days.”; horses, till Hazel’s nerves were “About what is the value of those strained to the snapping point. Some times, when BUI* was gone, 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 tlie 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 could point to or forecast with certitude. Nevertheless, struggle against It as she might, know ing it 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 whldh there could be no release. From day'to day sh^ was harassed’by dismal thoughts. She would wake in the night clutching at her husband. Such days as he went out alone she passed In restless anxletjv Something would happen. What it would be she did not know, but to hot iU seemed that the bleak stage was set for un toward drama, and they two the pup pets that must play. When B.lil drew her up close in his nrrns, the Intangible menace of the wilderness and all the dreary monot ony of the days faded Into the back ground. But they, no more than oth ers who have tried and failed for lack of understanding, could not live their lives with their heads In an emotional cloud. For every action there must be a corresponding reaction. They who have the capacity . to reach the heights must likewise, ufwnr oem-sion. . plumb, the depths. Life, she began to realize;- resolved itself Info an linend- _ \ with here and there some groat event looming out above all the-^st for-Its bestowal of happiness oi-pain. February and March stormed a path furiotpfiy-across the calendar. Higher ‘ upcT higher the drifts piled about the x cabin, till at lengthMt was banked to the eaves with snow save where Bill shoveled it n\yay to let light to the windows. Day-after day they kept j Indoors, .stoking up the flije, listening to the triumphant whoop of the winds. • __ ItSnow, snow!”. Hazel burst out one ■ day.—“Frost -that „euts you like a 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 n day’s work.” “I should th}nk so,” she remarked. “It didn’t take you ten minutes to do that one.” — » “Whit y Lewis and I took out oyer two hundred dollars a day • on that other creek last spring—no, a year last spring, It was.” ho observed reminis cently. “This Isn’t as good, but It’s not to be sneezed at, either. I think I’ll make me a rocker.” "I can help, can’t If’ she said ea gerly. ' “Sure,” he eml’^ 1. “You help a lot, little person, Just sitting around and keeping me company.” “But I want to' work,” she declared. “I’ve sat around now. till I’m getting the fidgets.” “All right; I’ll give you a Job,” he returned good-naturedly. “Meantime, let’s eat that lunch you packed up here.” In a branch., of the creek which flowed down through the basin, Bill putting a stop to her activities with shovel and pall. Until the wound lost Its sorepess s ha ...was forced to be Idle. ; So she-rambled iriong the creek one afternoon, armed with hook and line on a pliant willow in search of sport. v ’ ’ • 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, and only one hand to work with, but she knew gold when she saw It— and, after all, ft was but an Idle method of killing time. • In this search she caine upon a large, rusty pebble, snuggled on the downstream side of an overhanging rock right at the water’s edge. It at- t4»a«ted her first by its symmetrical ■form-, a perfect oval; then, when she liftedx It. by Its astonishing weight. She continued her "search'‘’for the pink- Ishired \stones, carrying the rusty pebble along. Presently she -worked her way back to where Roaring Bill ( labored prodigiously. “Look at these pretty stones I ; found,” she said. “What are ’they, Bill?” ' \ “Those?” He looked at her out stretched palm. “Garnets.?! . “Garnets? They must be ^valuable 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- lectlon of specimens?” “That’s just a funny stone I found,” she returned. "It must be Iron or something: It’s terribly heavy for Its size.” “Eh? Let me see It,” he said. She handed It over. ( He weighed It In his palm, scruti nized it closely, turning It over and over. Then he took Out his knife and scratched the rusty surface vigorously for a few minutes. . “Huh!” he grunted. “Look at your funny stone.” He held It out for her Inspection. Thp blade of the knife had left a dull yellow scar. “Oh!” she gasped. “Why—It’s gold !” “It is, woman,” he declaimed, with mock solemnity. “Gold — glittering gold! “Say. where did ybu find this?” he asked when .Hazel stared at the nug get. dumb In the face of this unex pected stroke of fortune. ’"Just around the second bend,” she cried. “Oh, 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 out. The over- Wurred hollow in the distance. Bat lie'uttered no useless regrets, With horses they could have ridden south through a rolling country, where every stretch of timber gave on a grass- grown level. Instead they were forced back over the rugged route by which they' had crossed the range the sum mer, before. Grub, bedding, furs anti' gold totaled two hundred pounds. On his’sturdy shoulders Bill ctmld panic half that weight. For his \Hjte the thing was a physical impossibility, 1 even had he permitted her to tri Hence every mile advanced meant that he doubled the distance, relaying from one camp to the’next. They cut their bedding to a blanket apiece, and that was Hazel’s load—all he would allow her to carry. ...: “You’re no pack mule, little person,” he would say. “It don’t hurt me. I’ve done this for years.” But even with abnormal strength and endurance, It was killing work to buck those ragged slopes with n heavy load. Only by terrible, unremitting ef fort could he advance any appreciable distance. They were fbotsore, and their bodies ached with weariness that verged on pain when they gained the pass that cut the summit of the Klap- pan range. ’ “Well, we’re over the hump,” Bill re marked thankfully. “It's” a downhill the *Aderoess tmd not only lost its glamor, but had become a thing to fleft from. - She bestowed a glad pres sure on her husband's arm ns |thej walked up the street, BUI carrying th«- sack: of gold perched carelessly on One shoulder, ■ • : . “Say, their enterprise has gone the length of establishing a branch bank here, -I see.” He called her attention to a square- footed edifice, Its new-boarded wajls as yet guiltless of paint, except 'where, n row of black letters set forth that was bhe Bank of British North AmfcHca. “TmHjs a good place to stow this bullion,“he remarked. "I want to get It off my ban - So to the. bankythey bent their steps. A - solemn. horsedlaced Englishman weighed the gold, anoMssued Bill ^re ceipt, expressing a polite^ regret that lack of facility to determib&, Its fine ness prevented him from converting it into cash. — “That means a trip to Vancouver," Bill remarked outside. “Well, we can stand that.” From the-bank they went to the hotel, registered, and were shown t<r-p ^ ON THE DRESSER eORfcS STOP HURTING THIN LIFT OFF WITH FINGERS. i ' —— Just drop a little Freefone on that touchy corn, instantly it stops aching then you lift that corn right’ off. No pain at all 1 Costa only a few .. h cent*. \ f had found plentiful colors 'as soon I hanging boulder was a scant ten mln- the first big run-off of water had fallen.} utos . wn j k up orepk He had follYflveiT upstream painstak ingly, [tanning colors always, and now and then a few grains of coarse gold to encourage him ’In the quest. The loss of their horses precluded ranglne far afield to that other glacial stream which he had worked with Whltey Lewis when he was a free lance in the North, He. was close to his base of supplies, and he had made wages— with always the. prospector’s lure of a~ rich’ strike on the next mvr ‘In the^mornlng," said he. when ich was over, “I'll bring along the nx lng succession of little, trivial things.and some nails and a shovel, and get busy.” That night- they trudgeiLdown to the cabin in high spirits. Bill had washed out enough during the after-noon to. —~t— knife. I wish y^g were home again—or some place.” “So dp t little person,” Bill said gently. “But spring’s almost nt Hie door. Hang on a little longer. We’ve made a fair stake, anyway, If we don’t wash an ounce of gold.” ; * V “How are we going to get It all otit?” She voiced a troublesome thought. “Shoulder pack to the Skeena,” he answered laconically. “Build a dugout there, and float downstream. Portuge the rnpifls ns they come.” “Oh, Bill 1” She came and leaned her head against him contritely. “Our poor ponies! And it was all my care lessness.” “Never mind, hon,” he comforted. “They blinked out without suffering. And we’ll make It like a charm. Be game—It’ll soon “be spring.”. ft tlon of Jack Frost was complete. A kindlier despot ruled the land, and Bill Wagstaff began to talk of gold. • • • • • • • - . . . that precious yellow metal sought — by men In*.regions desolate* —*»■■■ > Pursued In patient hope >or furious toil; - * , Breeder of discord, wars, and murder- ous hate; -. r . The victor’s spoil. a .. . w ' • So Hazel quoted, leaning over her husband’s shoulder. In the bottom of hli pan, shining among a film of black sand, lay half a dozen bright specka, Within five minutes his fingers brought to light a second lump, double the size of her find. Close upon thnt he. winnowed a third. Hazel leaned over him, breathless. At last he reached bottom. The boulder thrust out below In n natural shelf. From this Bill carefully scraped the accumu lation of blAck sand and gravel, glean ing as a result of his labor a baker’s '-dozen of assorted chunks—one giaut “Oh Bill,” Hazel Called from the Bow. “Look!” shoot to the Skeena. I don’t think it’s more than fifty or sixty miles to where we can take to the water.” They- made better time on the west ern slope, but the’ journey becurne a matter of sheer 'endurance." Food was scanty—tlour and salt uud tea; with meat and fish got by the way. And the bluck flies and mosquitoes swarmed about them maddeningly day and flight. So they came at last to the Skeena, and Hazel’s heart misgave her when she took note of Its swirling reaches, the sinuous eddies—a deep, swift, treacherous stream. But Bill rested overnight, and in the morning sought and felled a sizable cedar, and begun to hew. Slowly the thick trunk shaped Itself to the form of a bout 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 umid- ships, and swung off into the stream. The Skeena drops fifteen hundred feet in a hundred miles. Wherefore there are rapids, boiling stretches of white water in which many u good canoe has come to grief. Some of these they ran at imminent peril. Over the worst they lined the canoe from the bank. * And In the second week of July tfiey brought up at the head of Kispiox Canon. Huzelton lay a few miles below. But the Kispiox stayed a room. "For the first time since the summit of the Klappan Range, where her tiny hand gin's# had suffered dis aster, Hazel was permitted a clear view of herself in a mirror. “I’m a perfect fright I” she mourned. “Huh!” Bill grunted. “You’re all right. Look at me." The trail had dealt hardly with both, in the matter of their personal appear ance. Tunned to an abiding brown, they were, and Hazel’s one-time smooth face was spotted with fly bites and Rinrked with certain scratches suffered in the brush us they skirted the KisploX. 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—Hhe had come a; matter of four hundred mites In the clothes on her back—and they bore unequivocal evidence of the journey. * , ' “I’m a perfect fright,” she repeated pettishly. “One’s. jnaaimrs. morals. a tiny bottle of Freezone for a few cents from any drug store. Keep It always handy to remove hard corns, soft corns, or corns between the toes, and the callouses, without soreness or Irrigation. You JUsf try it! Freezone Is the sensational discov ery of a Cincinnati genius.—Adv. When Russia Had a Censor. w Mazeppa’s revolt against czardom was taken so seriously by the govern ing classes In Russia that Until quite modern times ttls name was not al lowed to be mentioned in print. In 1852 a dance knfiwn ns the “Mazeppa” was fashionable In-' Baris; When a Russian newspaper had the impru dence to mention this fact Count Sehlr- Insky, the then minister of public In struction, severely rated the chief, of the censorship department for having sanctioned the publication of so objec tionable an article.—London Globe. - A BRIGHT, CLEAR COMPLEXION clothing, and complexion! all -suffer ^ wiwwy*.admired, nm) p \ H i tni u- from too close contact with your be- 5i e ambition of every woman to do all loved North. Bill.” gh e can to make herself attractive. - “Thanks!” he returned shortly. ‘T,.Many of our southern women have suppose I m a perfect fright, too. Long found that Tettprlne la Invaluable for hair, whiskers, grimy, calloused hands, clearing up blotches, Itchy patches, and all the rest of It. A shave and a ’ and making the skin soft and hair cut, a bath and a new suit of velvety. The worst coses of eczema that must have weighed three pounds. He sat back on fils haunches, and looked at his wife, speechless. “Is that truly all gold, Bill?” she whispered Incredulously. “It certainly is—ns good gold ns ever .went into the mint,” he assured. “All laid In a nice little neiet on ihls shelf of rock. That’s a real, honest pocket. 1 And a well-lined one. If you ask me.” • “My goodness!” she murmured. 1‘There might be wagonloads of It this creek.” “There might, but it isn’t likely.”. Bill shook his head. “This is a simon- j-pure pocket, and it would keep a grad uate mineralogist guessing to say how it got here, because It’s a different proposition from the wash gold In the creek bed. It’s rich placer ground, In the Bottom of His Pan Lay Half a , Dozen Bright Speck*. make n respectable showing on Hazel’s outspread hnndkerehlef. And Hazel By April the twentieth the abdica*- was In a gleeful mood over the fact that- she had unearthed a big nugget by herself. Beginner’s luck, BUI said teaslngly, but that did not dtralnish- her elation. ^As the days passed £here seemed no question of their complete 'success. Bill fabricated trtVTockPr, a primitive, • boxlike device with a hlnnket screen and transverse, slats below. It was faster than the pan, even rude as It ^ was, and It caught all but the finer particles of gold. *■ N A queer twist of luck put the cap- sheaf on their undertaking. Hazel run a splinter of wood Into her hand, thus at that-nfhut this pocket’s almost un believable.' Must be. forty pounds of gold there. And you found It. You’re the original mascot, little person.” He bestowed a beajllke hug upon her.' “Now what?” she a^ked. "It hardly seems real to pick up several* thou sand dollars in half an hour or so like th(s. What will we do?” “Do? Why, bless your dear soul,” he laughed. "We’ll Just consider our selves extra lucky, and keep right on with the game till the high water xfiakes us quit.” Which was a contingency nearer at hand than even Bill, with a first-hand knowledge of the North’s vagaries In the way of flbod, quite anticipated. Three days after* the finding of the pocket the whole floor of the creek was awash. H4s rocker went down- 'strea'fn overnight. When Bill saw that he rolled himself a cigarette, and. putting one Ittog arm across his wife’s shouldere, said whimsically; ‘ ***What d\vbu say we start home?” CHAPTER XIII. The Stress of the Trail. Roaring Bill dumped his second pack clothes will remedy that. But I’ll be the same personality in every essential quality that I was when I sweated over the Klappan with a hundred pounds on my back/’ "I hope so," she retorted. “I don’t require the shave, thank goodnesfc, but I certainly need a bath-r-and clothes. I wish I had the gray suit-that’s prob ably getting all moldy and moth-eaten at the Bine River cabin. I wonder If I can get anything fit to wear here?” “Women live here," Bill returned quietly, "and I suppose the stores sup ply t’era with duds. Unllraber that and other torturing skin diseases yield to Tetterlne. Sold by druggists or sent by mall for 50c. by Shuptrlne Ob, Savannah, Ga.—Adv. But She Made Fine Fudge, — Hobbe—I see yve are now restricted 7 to a two-ounce bread ration. How much Is that! Dobbs—Of my wife’s bread a piece about two Inches square.—Boston Transcript. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle Off bank rotl of yours, and do some shop- CASTORIA, that famous old remedy ping.” for Infants and children, and see that It She sat on the edge of the bed, re- Bears the carding her reflection In th s mirror glpJalnre of with extreme disfavor. Bill fingered _ _ • * - — ■« his thick stubble of a beard for a _ . thoughtful minute. Then he sat down L>iuldreirLry for rletcher s Lastoria beside her. Sounded Like It. Soldier (hearing machine gun In the distance)—Gosh, they., have big wood peckers in France. 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 slung the suck of gold and the bale of furs on his back, "It’s the last lap, Hazel,” said* he. “We’ll leave the rest of it for the first Siwash that happens along.” So they set out ^bravely to trudge the remaining distance. And as the fortunes of the ‘trail sometimes be fall, they raised an Indian camp on the bank of the river at-the mouth of the canon. A ten-dollar bill made them possessors of another canoe, and rip hour later the- roofs of Huzelton chopped up above the bank. "Oh, Bill,” Hazel called from the boy. “Look! There’s the same r>ld steamer tied to the same .old bank, We ve been gone a year, and yet the world hasn’t changed a mite. I won der if Huzelton has taken a Rip van Winkle sleep all this time?” “No fear,” he smiled. “I can see some new houses—quite a few, in fact. And look—by Jiminy! They’re work ing on the grade. That railroad, re- iriviuber?’’ He drove the canoe alongside a float. A few loungers viewed them with frank curiosity. *BfIl set out tlie treas ure sack and the bale of furs, and tied the canoe. “A new hotel, by Jove!” he ret marked, when upon gaining the level of the town a new Two-story buil(finK blazoned with a huge sign Its func tion as a hostelry. “Getting quite metropolitan In this n*-ck of the woods. Say, little person, do you? think you can relish a square meal? ‘Blanked steak and lobster salad—huh? I won der if they could rustle a salad ifl this man’s town? Say, do you know I’m Just beginning to find out how hungfy I am for the flesh-pots. Aren't you, hon?” She was; frunkly so. For long, monotonous months she had b'een “WhutVa mollah, hon?” he wheed led. “What makes-TTofl* 8uch a crosser patch all at once?” “Oh, I don’t know,” she answered dolefully. “I’m tired and hungry, and I look a fright—und—oh-, Just every thing.” - “Tut, tut!” he remonstrated good naturedly. “That’s Just mood again. We’re out of the woods, literally and figuratively. If you’re hungry, let’s go and see what we can make thlk hotel produce In the way of grub, before _we do anything else.” | “I wouldn’t go Into their dining room looking like this for the World,” .she said decisively. “All right; you go shopping, then,” ; he proposed, “while I t-(ike these furs up to old Hack’s place and turn them Into money. Then we’ll dress, and mnke this hotel food us (he best they’ve got. Cheer up. Maybe It was tough on you to slice a year out of your life and leave It In a country .where there’s nothing but woods and eternal silence—but we’ve got around twenty .thousand dollars fri. show for It, Hazel. And on° enn’t-get some thing for nothing. There’s a price mark on It somewhere, always. Be- my good little pal—and see If you can’t , make one of these stores dig ..up a }.„ NOAH’S HAIR DRESSING white waist and a black skirt, like you Mceasc. it your dealer c*n’t supply you A Vtluable Iron Tonic for the Blood GROVB'S TASTRLKS9 chill TONIC Purtflee eat enriches the Blood. It arouses the liver, drives out malaria and bulldt trp The whole system. A Gen eral Strengthening Tunic for Adults and Children, Jealousy feels like kicking Itself af ter it la too late to repair th£ mischief. Dr. Peery’s “Dead Shot" la powerful tat •afe. One dose is enough to expel Worms or Tapeworm. No caator oil necessary. Adv. Oil has been discovered at Bell Is land, Newfoundland. WHAT DID SHE DO? MARY JOHNSON’S HAIR Was Short and Kinky ^JVotv its Long and Fluffy She Used bud On the first time I saw yon.” He kissed her, -anA -went quickly out. And after a long time of sober staring at. her Image in the glass Hazel shook herself Impatiently. - “I’m a silly, selfish. Incompetent lit tle beast,” she whispered. “Bill ougfit to thump me, instead of being kind. I can’t do anything, and I don’t know much, and I’m a scarecrow for looks right now. And I started out to be a real partner." \ . ~ ,l U> tii. .Refuse substitutes. Manufactured by NOAH PRODUCTS CORP., RICHMOND, VA. Bill suddenly realizes that Hazel ia tired of the wilderness and he decides dn a move that-ia to have a big- effect on their later lives. A hint of what ia to come ia given in ‘he next Install ment. . - (TO BE CONTINUED ) “Doctoring” Heliotrope. , The delicate heliotropejs scarce and unprofitable to the perfumer. He de tects In Its odor, however, the aroma of vanlla combined with the sharj>er scent of bitter almonds. 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