The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 5, 1919, Page 4

| Something that passed for acknow!l- BiG TiMBEerkR COPYRIGNT BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR AVTHOR OF “NORTH __ SYNOPSIS" To the lumber » of her brother Char ef British mbta, Stella Benton, w P income that hax supported her tn luxury suddenly ceases. Benton HP® Beginner in the lumber business, and not yet numbered among fimber,” as is his neighbor, Jack Fyfe, Therefore he counts his pennies, MA UseS averyone to further his one seif-cultured ambition—his sister hard Dest of all, She becomes camp cook and general drudge, until Jack Fyfe 5 offers her a way out ° Lake region und the her father dies. before the following s | under her fantail stern After about an hour's run, with the south wind beginning to whip th ¢ crests of the short seas into whi }foam, the boat bore in to @ landing behind a low point, Here Abbey dis embarked, after taking the trouble to come aft and shake hands with po- lite farewell. Standing on the float, ‘hat in hand, he bowed his sleek blond head to Stella. “I hope you'll like Roaring Lake, Miss Benton,” he said, as Benton jin- gled the go-ahead bell, “I tried to persuade Charlie to stop over awhile, so you could meet my mother and |sister, but he’s in too big a hurry. Hope to have the pleasure of meet- |ing you again soon.” Miss Benton parried courteously 4 little at a loss to fathom this bland friendliness, and presently the widen- |ing space cut off their talk. As the j boat drew offshore, she saw two women in white come down toward | the float, meet Abbey, and turn back. }And a little farther out, thru an jopening in the woods, she saw a | white and green bunagiow, low and |rambling, wide-verandahed, set on a hillock 200 yards back from shore. |There was an encircling area of smooth lawn, a place restfully invit- CHAPTER III : Halfway Point Miss Benton's cool, impersonal Manner seemed rather to heighten young man's embarrassment ton, apparently observing noth amiss, introduced them in an off. fashion. ogd Abbey—my sister.” ‘ "Mr. Abbey bowed and murmured as that ran up t. The three turned up the toward where Sam Davis had more got up steam. As they sed, Mr. Abbey's habitual assur returned, and he directed part his genial flow of conversation to Benton. To Stella’s inner jusement, however, he did not any reference to their having | fellow travelers for a day and a _ Presently they were embarked and way. Charlie fixed a seat for ‘on the afterdeck, and went for. to steer, whither he was ightway joined by Paul Abbey. Benton was as well pleased to alone. She was not sure she approve of young men who such crude efforts to scrape ac tance with women on trains. 3 @ was accustomed to a certain int of formality in such mat: | ing. It might perhaps be laid to Watching that, seeing a figure or e@ “breezy Western manner” of|two moving about, she was smitten she had heard, except that|With a recurrence of that poignant Abbey did not impress her as/ loneliness which had assailed her fit- Westerner. He seemed more like a|fully in the last four days. And of young man she had encoun- While the Chickamin was still plow: frequently in her own circle. ing the inshore waters on an even ny rate, she was relieved when keel, she walked the guard rail along: did not remain beside her to emit side and joined her brother in the te commonplaces. She was quite | pilot house to sit by herself and look! “Isn't that a pretty place back the panorama of woods and lake | there in the woods?" she remarked. ind wonder more than a little what} “Abbey's summer camp; spell iny had in store for her along|money to me, that’s all,” Charlie silent shores. grumbled. “It's a toy for their wom- ‘The Springs fell far behind, became |en—up-todate cottage, gardeners, few white spots against the back-| tennis courts, afternoon tea on the ind of dusky green. Except for|lawn for the guests, and all that. ripples spread by their wake, the| But the Abbey-Monohan bunch has laid oily smooth. Now, a little | the money to do what they want to 4 in the afternoon, she began to}do. They've made it in timber, as by comparison the great bulk|I expect to make mine. You didn't "ot the Western mountains—locally,| particularly want to stay over and “the Chehalis range—for the sun was|get acquainted, did you?" ai behind the ragged peaks al-| Of course not," she reponded. ly, and deep shadows stole out| “Personally, I don't want to mix the shore to port. Beneath her into their social game,” Charlie the screw throbbed, pulsing like |drawled. “Or, at least, I don’t pro- “an overdriven heart, and Sam Davis! pose to make any tentative advances, pO his sweaty face now and then| The women put on lots of side, they @ window to catch a breath of|say. If they want to hunt us up air denied him in the smail in-|and cultivate you, all right. But I've ‘where he stoked the fire box. | got too much to do to butt into so Chickamin cleared Echo island, | ciety. Anyway, I didn’t want to run |& greater sweep of lake opened | up against any critical females look- the afternoon wind sprang | ing like I do right now.” gustily thru a gap be- Stella smiled. the Springs and Hopyard and; “Under certain circumstances, ap- c lake out of its y|pearances do count then, in this ‘ipples, chop, and a growing | country,” she remarked. “Has your ! each other with that|Mr. Abbey got a young and be-yuti- rapidity common to large | ful sister?’ of fresh water. It broke the} “He has, but that’s got nothing to tony of steady cleaving thru/do with it,” Charlle retorted. “Paul's calm. Stella was a good sailor,/all right himself. But their gait she rather enjoyed it when the/isn’t mine—not yet. Here, you take min began to lift and yaw off|the wheel a minute. 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Puget Sound Traction, - Light & Power Company Seattle Tacoma Bellingham __ Everett OF FIFTY-THREE smoke, 1 don’t suppose you ever} helmed a forty-footer, but you'll! never learn younger.’ | She took the wheel tood by, directing her. ninutes they and Charlie In twenty | out where the run of the sea from the south had a fair sweep, The wind was whistling now. | |All the roughened surface was spot: | ted with whitecaps, ‘The Chickamin would hang on the crest of a wave| and shoot forward like a racer, h wheel humming, and again the roller would run out from under her, and she would labor heavily in the trough | It began to grow Insufferably hot | in the pilot house, The wind drove with them, pressing the heat from! the botler and fire box into the for ward portion of the boat, where Stella stood at the wheel, There were puffs of smoke when Davis opened the fire box to ply it with fuel, All the sour smells that rose from an unclean dilge eddied about them The heat and the smell and the surg ing znotion began to nauseate Stella. “I must get outside, where I can} breathe,” she gasped, at length. “It's| suffocating, I dgn't see how you} stand it,” | “It does get stuffy tn here when! we run with the wind,” Benton ad-! mitted. “Cuts off our ventilation. I’m used to it. Craw! out the win: | set |a swift heart-sinking, | “Here's a nook 1 fixed up for you, | tela,’ he said briskly It isn't very fancy, but it's the t I could do just be rw She followed hin in silently her two bag the floor turned to go. ‘Then some moved him to turn back both hands on kissed her gently “You're home. He| und | impulse | und he put} shoulders and| her anyway,” he sald. | “That's something, if it isn't what you're used to, Try to overlook th crudities, We'll have supper as soon | as you feel lke it’ He went out, closing the door be | hind him. Miss Estella Benton stood in the middle of the room fighting against a terrible de-| Pression that strove to master her, | “Good Lord in Heaven,” she mut tered at last, “What a place to be marooned in. It's—it’s simply im: | possible,” | Her gaze roved about the room. | A square box ther more nor less, | fourt by fourteen feet of bare! board wall, unpainted and unpapered There was an iron bed, a willow locker, and a rude closet for clothes in one corner. A duplicate of the department-store bargain rug in the other room lay on the floor. upturned box stood an On an} enamel | dow and sitypn the forward deck. Don't try to get aft.’ You might slip off, the way she's lurching.” | Curled in the hollow of a faked-| down hawser, with the clean air fan-| ning her, Stella recovered herself. | The giddiness left her. She pitied| Sam Davis back in that stinking hole beside the fire box. But she supposed he, like her brother, was “used to it.” Apparently one could | get used to anything, if she could| Judge by the amazing change in Charlie Far ahead loomed a ridge running} down to the lake shore and cutting off in a bold promontory. ‘That was| Halfway Point, Charlie told her, and under its shadow lay Iris camp. With out any previous knowledge of camps, she was approaching this one with less eager anticipation than| when she began her long journey She began to fear that it might be totally unlike anything she had been able to imagine, disagreeably so. | Charlie, she decided, had grown hard | and coarsened in the evolution of his | ambition to get on, to make his pile. | She was but four years younger than | he, and she had always thought of | herself as being older and wiser and| steadier, She had conceived the idea that h presence would have a good influ on him, that they would pull together—now that there were) but the two of them, But four hours | in his company had dispetied that| illusion, She had the wit to perceive that Charlie Benton had emerged from the chrysalis stage, that he had the will and the ability to mold his life after his elected fashion, and that her coming was a relatively un- important incident. In due course the Chickamin bore in under Halfway Point, opened out @ sheltered bight where the watery commotion outside raised but a faint ripple, and drew in alongside a float. The girl swept lake shore, bay and sloping forest with a quickening eye. Here was no trim-painted cottage and velvet lawn. In the waters be- side and lining the beach floated in numerable logs, confined by boom- sticks, hundreds of trunks of fir, forty and sixty feet long, four and six feet across the butt, timber! enough, when it had passed thru the sawmills, to build four such towns as Hopyard. Just back from the shore, amid stumps and littered branches, rose the roofs of divers buildings. One was long and low. Hard by it stood another of like type, but of lesser dimension. Two or three more shanties lifted level with great stumps—crude, unpainted build- ings. Smoke issued from the pipe of the larger, and a white-aproned man stood in the doorway. Somewhere in the screen of woods a whistle shrilled. Benton looked at his watch. “We made good time, in spite of | the little roll,” said he, “That's the |donkey blowing quitting time—six o'clock. Well, come on up to the shack, Sis. Sam, you get a wheel barrow and run those trunks up-after | supper, will you?” | Away in the banked timber beyond |the maples and alder which Stella now saw masked the bank of a small stream flowing by the cabins, a faint |call rose, long-drawn: | Tim-ber-r-r-rt” | ‘They moved along a path beaten |thru fern and clawing blackberry vine toward the camp, Benton carry jing the two grips. A loud, sharp crack split the stillness; then a mild |swishing sound arose. ‘Hard on the | heels of that followed a rending, tear jing crash, a thud that sent tremors |thru the solid earth under their fect The girl started, “Falling gang dropped a big fir,” Charlie laughed. “You'll get used to that. You'll hear it a good many times a day here.” “Good Heavens, it sounded like the end of the world,” she said. “Well, you can't fell a stick of timber two hundred feet high and six pretty considerable like that sound -nyself. ry ‘big tree that goes down means a bunch of money.” He led the way past the mess | house, from the doorway of which the aproned cook eyed her with frank curiosity, hailing his employer with nonchalant air, a cigaret resting in one corner of his mouth. Benton [opened the door of the second build ing. Stella followed him in. It had the saving grace of cleanli- ness—according to fogging-camp standards. But the bareness of it appalled her. ‘There was a rusty box heater, littered with cigar and cigaret stubs, a desk fabricated of undressed boards, a homemade chair or two, sundry boxes standing about. The sole concession to comfort was a rug of cheap Axminister covering half the floor. The walls wer® decorated chiefly with miscellaneous clothing suspended from nails, a few maps | and blue prints tacked up askew. Straight across from the entering door another stood ajar, and she could see further vistas of bare board wall, small, dusty window-panes, and @ bed whereon gray blankets wore tumbled as they fell when a waking sleeper cast them aside. Benton crossed the threw open another door, room and pitcher and a tin washbasin, That| was all She sat down on the bed and view. | ed it forlornly, A wave of sickening | rebellion against everything swept| over her, To herself she seemed irrevocably alone as if she had been | lost in the depths of the dark tin-| ber that rose on every hand. And, | sitting there, she heard at length | the voices of men, Looking out thru | a window curtained with cheesecloth, | she saw her bre ‘s logging gang swing past, stout woodsmen all, big men, tall men, short bodied men with thick ‘necks and shoulders, sun-| burned, all grimy with the sweat of their labors, carrying themselves with a free and reckless swing, the doubles in type of that roistering had seen embark on Jack s she had taken note of | jored with their hands | in the region of her birth, she had| seen few like these. The chauffeur, | the footman, the street cleaner, the | factory workers—they were all dif-| ferent. They lacked something—per- haps nothing in the way of physical excellence; but these men betrayed in every movement a subtle differ- that she could not define. Her | nearest approximation and the first | attempt she made at analysis, was! that they looked like pirates. They were bold men and strong; that was written ‘In their faces and the swing of them as they walked. And they served the very excellent purpose of | taking her mind off herself for the time being. ° She watched them cluster by a bench before the cookhouse, dabble their faces and hands in washbasins, scrub themselves promiscuously on towels, sometimes one at each end of a «ingle piece of cloth, hauling it back and forth in rude play. All about that cooknous® dooryard | spread a confusion of empty tin cans, | gaudily labeled, containers of corn and peas and tomatoes. Dishwater and refuse, chips, scraps, all the refuse of the camp was scattered there in unlovely array. But that made no more than a Passing impression upon her. She| was thinking, as she removed her hat and gloves, of what queer angles come now and then to the human In so far those who Is here now in her lat- est play.’ Seldom has she exceeded the power of her dramatic por- trayal in this drama, which discloses the sway of the gambling passion that comes to two lives. __ It is one of her most sumptuously gowned and jeweled produc- tions. Thestory has many big scenes and big montents. It is called mind. She wondered why she should | be sufficiently interested in her| brother's hired men to drive off a| compelling attack of the blues in| consideration of them as men. Nevertheless, she found herself un. | able to view them as she had viewed, say, the clerks in her father's office. | She began to brush her hair and| to wonder what sort of food would! be served for supper. (Continued in Monday's Star.) DR. RICHARDSON TO TALK | Dr. E. G. Richardson will speak en | “The Kingship of Jesus,” at the} First Methodist church, Bunday morning. Peter Discovers BY THORNTON (Copyright, 1919, by . 3 PETER RABBIT scampered along thruout the Green For- est a trim little bird flew up from thi ground, hopped from branch branch of a tree, walked limb, B from pure ha threw his hes “Teacher, teacher, t teacher!” each time before. It Ovenbird “Oh, Teacher,” cried Peter; “I'm so glad to see you again | Teacher stoppe@y looked down at Pi so glad, why hi to see me “I've been he looked 6 long pin and cried, cher, teacher, | little louder | was Teacher the! a singing and “If you are n't you been over he demanded » for some time.” little foolish. “The | said he very hum: | visiting the Old | Orchard much and rning many things there that this is the first chance I have had to come over | here. There is something I wish you | would tell me; will you?” “That depends on what ft 1s,” re-| plied ‘Teacher, eyeing Peter a little | | | have been so so suspiciously, “It is why you bird,” said Peter, “Is that all?’ Then, without w. he added. “It is because of the way | Mrs, ‘Teacher and I build our nest. Some people think it is like an oven, | and so they call us Ovenbirds, 1| think that is a silly name myself, | quite as silly as Golden Crowned Thrush, which is w some people call me, I'm not a Thrush, I'm not even related to the Thrush family, I'm a Warbler, a Wood Warbler." “T suppose,” said Peter, thought-| they call you a Thrush be- you are dressed something like the Thrushes, That olive green coat are called Oven- asked ‘Teacher. | iting for a reply i “THE AVALANCHE’ A Treat to the Eye and to the Heart THE STORY LADY TELLS They’ve All Been Playing at Corny’s House MONDAY ANOTHER PETER STORY Another Secret BY THE STORY LADY ; W. BURGESS The boys all liked to play at Hal's, | W. Burgess) | because he had a “gym" fixed in the | and white waistcoat, all spotted and, barn, They also liked to play at} streaked with black, certainly Peter's, because there were almost remind me of the Thrush family. If always sandwich and Papa Palm. you were not so much smaller than was a dandy good fellow. Billy | any of the Thrushes, I should almost | a think you were one myself. 1 think | Poasted @ vacant lot with a ball park, | that just Teacher ig the best name |%° bs place was very popular, but | for one reason lately they had all Se yg jbeen playing at Corny’s. Ze This rather surprised Mamma! ; Palmer, for Mrs. Jones was a very | | prim, precise person, who did not! |eare to have a bunch of boys tramp- |ing around over her carefully kept 8. One night, when Mamma | Palmer was putting Peter to bed, she | asked him about it | | “Well,” said Peter, “Mrs, Jones, | }she ain't there, She's gone to see / |her rich brother, and Corny's papa's | | sister Phoebe is keeping house. She's |been living with Corny’s grandma, and taking care of her, but she's dead now, and Aunt Phoebe hasn't | fa anywhere else to stay. Corny does er | thinks his mamma don't like it be- cause she’s there, and Aunt Phoebe | knows she don't like it, but she ney- “Oh, Teacher!” cried Peter, glad to seo you again,” “I'm ‘Teacher was fluttering about on the | ground as if badly hurt. Peter sim for you. No one who has once heard | ply didn't know what to make of it. you could ever mistake you for any » more he made a movement as One else. By the » Where did|if to hop, and cher flew right you say your nest is?’’ | down in front of him ou'll step “I didn't say,” retorted Teacher.|on my nest,” he cried, “It's under “What's more, I'm not going to say.| that little mound of leaves right in If I do say it, it is as well hidden a front of your feet, I wasn't going to nest as anybody can build. Oh, Pe-| tell you, but I just had to, or you ter, watch your step! Watch your) ainly would have stepped on it step!" ‘Teacher fairly shrieked this| Very carefully Peter walked warning. |around the little mound of leave: Peter, who had just started to hop|There, sure enough, was a nest be. off to his right, stopped short in| neath it, and four speckled eggs, Sheer astonishment. Just in front of him was a tiny mound of dead leaves, and @ few feet beyond Mrs, Next Thunder story Peter Hunts for “| Aunt Phoebe really wants. er had no way to make a living, 80 she don't know what else to do.” “Is she nice?” “She's a hummer,” said Peter, fer- vently. “She's about as old as you are, and awful pretty, but not very stylish; at least, her clothes don’t look like Aunt e's, She wants to start a kindergarten as soon as she can, She has a piano and some other things, and she has a lot of books about it She practices on us boys, She tells us stories, and we play games and generally cookies or something. We pretei we are little and talk baby talk. It’s lots of fun, and when we ain't doin’ that she lets ui place. And, she’ away after she come, and she don't know nobody but us boys. So mamma called on Mrs, Phoebe the next afternoon and fell in love with her at once, She came home very enthusiastic about the plans for a kindergarten and was talking about it at the supper table. “What do you think about it, Pe- ter?” she asked, Peter put down his mug of milk, “I don’t think it's kindergarten I think mamma, I think it’s a man.” HELEN CARPENTER MOORE. 29 AUTO ROBES ARE FOUND IN HIS ROOM James Graap, 45, 2415 Fourth ave., is being held in jail for investigation | as to his sanity, Twenty-nine auto robes, a woman's fur coat, a wom: an’s cape, a soldier's cape and three satchels were found at his room when he was arrested. “Hindrances of Church Unity" will | be the subject on an address by Rey. Russell F. 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