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Til TZOTLl BAWnriLL t 0
THE VALLEY of the GIANTS
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of “Cappy Ricks'*
Copyright by Peffer B. Kyn*
LIFE WAS A
MISERY TO HER
"JULES RONDEAU!'
Synopsis—Pioneer In the Califor
nia redwood region, John Cardigan,
at forty-seven, Is the leading citizen
of Sequoia, owner of mills, ships,
and many acres of timber, a wid
ower after three years of married
life, and father of two-day-old
Bryce Cardigan. At fourteen Bryce
makes the acquaintance of Shirley
Sumner, a visitor at Sequoia, and
his junior by a few years. Together
they visit the Valley of the Giants,
sacred to John Cardigan and his
son as the burial place of Bryce’s
mother, and part with mutual re
gret. While Bryce is at college
John Cardigan meets with heavy
business losses and for the first
time views thip future with •uncer
tainty. After graduation from col*
lege, and a trip abroad. Bryce Car
digan comes home * On the train ho
meets Shirley Sumner, on her way
Sequoia to make her home there
with her un«le. CukMMd I'vruiington.
Br>«* learns that his father’s e>e-
sight has faded aril that Cohmel
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Chapter
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nn<l he adder! fiercely: “And I’ll at
tend to the battle for Father. We
may lose, but that man Pennington
will know he’s been In a tight before
we fin ”
He broke off abruptly, for he had
just remembered that he was to dine
at the Pennington house the following
Thursday—and he was not the sort of
nian who smilingly breaks bread with
his enemy.
*»*•*• a •
_ s •
All about Bryce were scenes of
activity, of human endeavor, and to
him in that moment came the thought;
“My father brought all this to pass—
ami now the task of continuing It is
mine! All those men who earn a
living in Cardigan's mill and on Cardi-
gnn’s dock—those sailors who sail the
ships that carry Cardigan’s lumber
Into the distant marts of men—are de-
!»«*ridef:t U|n»ii me: and m
to tell me not to fail thr
r have wrought all
mo-t I •♦and l*> at
•ntlafy the overwhell
tfraftcerV III* »•»*
lleifc-e. If Rondeau had superintended
the task of felling the tree, it must
have been at the behest of a superior;
and since a woods-boss acknowledges
no superior save the creator, of the
pay-roll, the recipient of that stolen
burl must have been Colon*! Penning
ton.
Suddenly he thrilled. If Jules Ron
deau had stolen that burl to present
it to Colonel Pennington, his employer,
then the finished article must h<* in
fafti'
And
y father ip
iu. Must i
thlft In vn
•PMgj
f
ft, >
f the teh»phom» and calk'd up Bryce.
He recognized her voice Instantly and
called her name la-fore she liad oppor
tunity to announce her Identity.
“Thank you so much for the beautl-
<i i:-- ^ f 1 —; :
ful roses, Mr. Cardigan,” she began.
“I’m glad you liked them. Nobody
picks flowers out of our garden, you
know. I used to, but I’ll be too busy
hereafter to bother with the garden.
By the way, Miss Sunnier, does your
uncle own a car?”
“I lielleve he does—a little old rat
tletrap which lie drives himself..’*
“Then I’ll send (Jeorge over wllh
the Napier tMs afternoon. You might
care to take a spin out into the sur
rounding cnuMry. By the way. Miss
Sumner, you are to consider <ks»rge
and that car as your |ters«Hi»il profe
erty. I fear you’re going to find
S/siuota a dull p!tt«*e: so whenever you |
wish to go for a ride. Ju«t «nll me up. j
have been pinning one on about th‘n
time every night since my return.”
"Shirley belongs to the Band of
Hope.” the Colonel explained. “She’s
ready at any time to break' a lance
with the Htetuon Rum. So we will
have to drink her share, Mr. Cardigan,
Pray be seated.”
Bryce seated himself. “Well, we
lumbermen are a low lot and naturally
fond of dissipation," In* agreed. "I
fear Miss Simmer’s prohibition tenden
cies will be still farther strengthened
after she lias seen the mud-trafn."
‘‘What is that?” Shirley queried.
5ay» this Woman Until R»-
tiered by Lydia E. Pmkham’a
Vegetable Compound.
» 1
Carrollton, Ky.-“I Buffered alumt
two years with female weakneaa. I
could not walk any
distance, ride or
take any exercise at
all without resting*
If I swept the floor
or did any kind of
work it would brine
ML I
era months and
my sickneaa on.
was weak and lang
uid. bad no energy,
I ana lifewasa misery
to me.«I was under
the care of a good
sician for sev-
other remedies.
I had read of Lydia E. Pinkham's Ve^e-
^‘The mad-tmin runs over your
r
MV*» <•«
rc|*ort to y«*u.
It t!
uiick*‘»;logg1ng nil Iron d Into Township
nine, where his timber and ours is 1«»-
catcd. It is the only train operattsi
on Sunday, and it leave* Sequoia at
five p. in. to carry the Pennington nml
Cardigan crews fiack to the wihnIs
after their Sutiipluy-tilght i*el(-l»ration
in t<»wii. Aft u u-ual thing, all liands
with tie e%r>efiftoft of the brwketi*.u>.
table Compound and decided to try
After taking twelve bottles I found
myself much improved and I took six
more. I have never had any mom
trouble in that respect since. I ham
done all kinds of work and at present
am an attendant at a otate Hospital
and am feeling fine. 1 have reeom-
mended your vegetable Compound te
dozens of my friends and shell always
recommend it.*’- Lillian Tea*?,
S. 6th St, Carrollton, Ky.
If you have any symptom about which
you would like to know write to the
Lydia E. Pink hem Medicine Co., Ly r.n.
Mam . for helpful advice givea free m
t m.* ..
charge.
BETTER
DEAD
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t up her** and ms* thlft. It wmiiM
hu\«* bn»kt*ii his bc.trf. I ll li.ix** tlii*
tret* niH'lt* int»» fcn*t* |M*sts iin«! tin*
fttunip ilynamite«l ntid rt*ino\»sl tills
summer. After h** is o|»**rut*Ml on ar «l
gets Imck Ids sight. In* will come up
here—un<i he must never know. Per
haps be will inne forgotten how many
trees stood in tills circle."
“ He paused. Peejitfig out from un
der a chip among /he litter at his feet
was the moldy corner .of a while
envelope. In an inslant Bryce httd it
in his hand. Tlie envelope was dirty
and weatherheaten, hut to a certain
‘ ♦*\tent lit** nniwood chips under which
it had lain hidden had served to pro
tect it. and the writing on the face
f was' still legible. The envelope Was
I,
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•ivnnlnty. tmel... What |**rfe«ily
t1*a^\**l^*u•* rtift* 1 *! Il«*w i^id you ^yc*
i-fts**! lu growing flwsit, I'nrte S«*tli?“
Ht* smiled sourly. “I didn’t rnifte
them.’’ Ii»* replied. ’’That half-bnssl
Indiaq that drives John Cartligan’ft
car brought them around about an
hour ago. along With a card. There
it Is. beside your plate.”
She blushed ever so slightly. ‘‘I
suppose Bryce Cardigan is vindicating
himself," she murmured as she with
drew the card from the envelope. As
siie had surmised, it was Bryce Cardi
gan's. Colonel Pennington was the
proprietor of a similar surmise.
"Fast work, Shirley.” he murmured
banteringly. “I wonder what lie’ll
the r» •dollbl aide Jlllr- llotelcai)
llryce’* natnrnl in**liuHt)oti was to
wait u|hiii M Roiohnti irnni»*dln»ety.
If lad sootier, but til** nMHilltH’tloVt of
Ids dinner engagement at the Penning
ton home warned him to prorood
cautiously: for while harboring no
apprehensions as to the outcome of a
possible clash with Rondeau. Bryce
Was not so optimistic us to believe be
would escape unscathed from an en
counter.
*•••**«
Colonel Pennington’s pompous Im
ported P.ritisli butler showed Bryce
into the Pennington •living room at
six-thirty, announcing him” with due
ceremony. Shirley rose from the'piano
lb
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Mg A4vA*t*f«.
inlay HHn—l Tester—Tfca
lift*- trtUhtft |l»*'r«-«*ft^l tl
but tl»e ninu Willi ••**•• hid hi A.
i waft wr**«iar. wa*n’l ll?
Willie WIIIU— Hull ? Think ftf th«
laugh he had mi the other
tlie Income tax man mine urotneA and
took away *X» |ht cent of tTp* n*t» tal
ents.—Judge. 4(u
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‘He Can Whip • Any Man in tha
Country."
and I suppose the habits one forms in
youth are not-readily changed in old
age. -.C»|b>ncl.”
empty and addressed to Jules Ron
deau. care of the l.agiina tlrnnde
humb**r «*oinpiiny. Se<|iioiaf f’allfomia.
Bryce read and reread that address.
‘■Rondeau!“ h** multwod. **Jules
Itmideuu* I’ve heitnl that nainy4*e
fore—ah. yes! I tad *(M>kr of him lowt
night. He’» Pennington's w-onds-bum*
send you for luncheon. Some dill
phVes, probaMy.''
She pretended to be very busy with
where she had been idly fingering the
an*
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tiie roses, ami not to have heaisl
him.
Shlrtey. left alone at the breakfast-
talde. picked Idly at the preserved figs
the owlish butler ft**I before her.
Vaguely idle winidered at her uncle'*
apparent leuitlllty It* the Cardigan*;
•be vs* s« vagiNdy tnmbled In the
ki***w ledge that until *be «Jfencild •uceeed
In erud lent log this hnattllty., H uiuaf
tA4M NaKIi Art A* A hUV tu the fvefthef
ag r-r ’ ftT '
• #hR^saa And ftAftft tadR
uha a* 1 ■ Su *■>••* ^ *
She A AUAfV the hatM# AM
ShA #4hMB *09 *ft 4h*1 %•*
■•♦**.*'•» Aw» -te** * *w *«
keys and greetisl him with every ap-
pearanee of plcasurer—follow ing which,
siie turned to present her visitor to
(iolonel Pennington w ho was standing
in Id* favorite position with his back
to the fireplace. „
“Unde Seth. I ids Is Mr. Cardigan,
mho wa* *o very nice to me the day
I landed In Ke.1 Bluff ”■
The Colonel howe*1
thAitk you. *ir. f««r yuu
•A* |i!• ftTr lie t**>l A:*•’
“But tliat maki-s it hard for other
manufacturers.” the Colonel pnitesteil.
“I feed my men good plain food and
plenty of it—quite better food than
they were used to before they came to
this country; but I cahnot seem to
satisfy them. Your reflected parent
Is thi* basis for comparison in this
country. Cardigan, and I find It devil
ish inconvenient.** He laughed InduJ-
Hr |
M A
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led
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gmtljr and iiwuMNi hie
“I have*
to |
to Bryce
e«»*rt#e|
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b#*j an air
af 1
whrt* eneae nl hec ami*
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««ae glaMrA at tVaai
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Frantic WithPain
A Physical Wreck Froft*
Trouble, But DOAN’<ai ’
Made Her WeJL j
"Kidney trouble made a complete
wreck of me,” says MpA. WtA. Itacrty,
621 N. Eighth St., GraaU JPam, Ore.
“I was so despondent and miserable it
seemed 1 had nothing left to live lor.
Death would have been a welcome re
liefs For six months
1 was in bed and
never expected to
leave it alive. I was
too weak to move
without the help of
my nurse and so
nervous I screamed
when she touched
me. My back and
head hurt like a
throbbing tooth
ache. I had awful
duuy spell*, bt eye-
eight failed, mr
heads aad feet Irk
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