The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 7, 1919, Page 13

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RICE — JA CoME T’ SEE SISTER YES ~ TM WERE AGAIN ~ SAV, WHERE Do You GET NOUR MONEY To BUY CANDY SQUIRREL FOOD— F OTTO bute 15 A BALL FAN a | WE'D STOP To TRY ANU GET (oma A BALL GAME IW THE GAME OK AT LEAST > Come SwAT THAT STOP WAND WATCH En? tle inc or onDY me bow’ rene or 1 ww Z ot ae! ‘ee s Swaee 1) (a HOMER ~ GOIT ¥ | HOP ON \ Qaet . THAT POKE. sy WES TH SCORE AN’ ITS TH LAST qt pind” WHY IT WOULD COST A FORTUNE ager WERE FIELDER Teosn- No 1 ft To HERES My tn PA maa? cannes PLACE Away — \ FROM THIS WELL, I'LL THINI< HUM: ORUM — f— IT QNER-~ OH, BY C TH’ WAY- WOULD YOu MIND IF | GO OVER. TO JOE'S AN GouLy- | WAS GOIN’ | GET OUT TNIGHT soar canes WAS WONDERING HOW TO and pondered this. how it was to be ther perfor: nust nad no friends to go or train in the harsh ness of gating a’ livelihood if she She o voided. uld not see She was , and, she ther where, WELL ~~ 1 PRESUME NOU GIVE SOMETHING Om SISTER GIVES ME MONEY AW TH Vous vy, COME OW, VEAN-~ T HAFTA WHEN FELLAS STAY “Yoo LATE!! aid go the first time she began | dully resent the manner of hi upbringing. Once she had desired to enter hospital training, had been properly enthusiastic for a period of | months over a career in this field of mere Then, as now, marriage, | while accepted as the ultimate state, was only to be considered thru a haze of idealism and romanticism, She cherished certain ideals of a possible lover and husband, but always with a false sense of shame, The really | serious woman's life was the one thing to which she made | no attempt to apply practical con. sideration, But her parents had had | pofitive ideas on that subject, even | if they we not opéniy expressed. | Her yearnings after a useful “ca reer skilfully discouraged—by | her mother because that warthy lady | thought it the thing, | Stella, dear, and so unnece: ; by her father, b use, biun put it, it would only be a waste of time jand money, since the chances were | she would get married before she was half thru training, and anyway, a girl’s place was at home till she did get married. That was his only ref- erenee to the subject of her ultimate disposition that she could recall, but it was plain enough, as far as it By BLOSSER WAN’ YAWN business of a were was “scarcely ary as he went. It was too late to mourn over lost | opportunities now, but she did wish {there was some one thing she could By AHERN Yow + HE'S) UT we WE'LL GET BINGLE B CHANCE GETTIN Jy hy THAT ONE pee WN 2-4 —— {do, and do well, some service of| |value that would guarantee self-sup- | |port. If she could pound a type: writer or keep a set of books, or even | ke @ passable attempt at sewing, | she would have felt vastly more at in this rude logging camp, | |knowing that she could leave it if she desired So far she could see things, |she looked at them with measurabie | |clearness, without any vain illusions | concerning her ability to march tri- | jumphant over unknown fields of en-| deavor. Along practical lines’ she| |haa rything to learn, Culture | furnishes an excellent pair of wings | wherewith to soar in skies of ab- Waa. MARK ME a UP FOR AN ASDIST PLAY WHEN You GET IN | ease iG Ti PYRIGHT BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR AVTHOR OF “NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE Benton returned. “And 1 haven't had it to spend on knick knhacke.”” =," SYNOPSIS — [na hen her father «dies, ceases, Ren laughed. “A two and eur knick cost she Idlesticks!” comfortable chair tains and pictures aren't knacks, as you call then wouldn't amount to anything Benton stuffed the bowl of a pipe You can’t|4nd lighted it before he essayed re ply “Look estly P) To the lumber camp bt her Briti«n olumbbia, comes n, ome that has supported her in, juxur Beginner in the Jumber business, and not yet numbered amoi Himber,” ax is his neighbor, Jack Fyfe. Therefore count bis (Bd uses everyone to further bis one self-cultured ambition est of all. She becomes camp covk and general drud ffers her a way out CHAPTER IV _ A Foretaste of Things to Come | Half an hour later she sat down, her brother at one end of a that was but a long bench, ed with oilcloth, Chairs there none. A narrow movable ch on each side of the fixed table ished acity for twenty pen, prov lobjected to an pecasional nudging from his neigh: elbow., The dishes, different had ever eaten from, uusly thick porcelain, suddenly hard until Jack Fyfe here any length of time tell when you gnay have to call on your neighbor or the fellow working for you in a matter of life and death almost. A man couldn't possibly maintain the same attitude toward a bunch of loggers working under him that would be considered proper back where we came from. Take me, for instance, and my Case is no different from any man operating on a..mod erate scale out here, I'd get the reputation of being swell-hez they'd put me in the hole * he said earn strikes here, Stella his joint probably bout the limit, seeing that n used to pretty soft sur roundings, and getting pretty nearly anything you wanted, whenever you expressed a wish for it. Things that you've grown into the way of con sidering necessities are luxurtesy A nd ey're out of the question for us at present. I got a pretty hard season- ing the first two years I was in this jously chipped and|turn., They wouldn't care what they| country, and when I up this seams, But the| did or how it was done. Ten to one| camp it was merely a food, if plain, wA\of excellent qual-|1 couldn't keep a capable working|I never thought anything ity, tastily cooked: She discovered| crew three weeks on end. On the|as being comfortable or herself with an appetite wholly inde-| other hand, take a bunch of loggers) until you elected to come pendent of silver and cut glass and|on a pay roll working for a man linen. The tin spoons and steel! that sneets them on an equal footing fnives and forks harrowed her aes-|—why, they'll go to hell and back f.ctic sense without impairing her| again for him. They're as loyal ability to satisfy hunger. | liers to the flag. They had the dining room to them. | mighty _ self-suffic gelves. Thru a single shiplap parti-| lot, these lumberjacks, and that goes Hon rose a rumble of masculine talk,| for most everybody knocking about [where the logging crew loafed in/in this country—loggers, prospectors, their bunkhouse. The cook served| miners, settlers, and all, If you're them without any ceremony, putting what they term ‘all right,’ you ean Bverything on the table at once—|do anything, and they'll back you up. foup, meat, vegetables, a bread pud-|If you go to putting on airs and try- ling for dessert, coffee, in a tall tin| ing to assert yourself as a superior pt. Benton introduced him to his\being, they'll go out of their way ister, He withdrew hastily to the to hand you pac s of trouble,” Lkitchen, and they saw no more of| “I see,” she observed thoughtfully ‘im. | “One compelled by circums: “Charlie,” the girl said plaintively, | to practice democracy.” hen the nan had closed the | “Something like th * respond hind him, “f don't quite ed carelessly, and went on eating his Four social customs out here. 1s one | supper ed to know everybody that “Don't ne encounters?” 1 ‘Just about,” he grinned. “Loggers, | Hi Biwashes, and the natives in gener were t an't very well help it, Sis. ‘Th suppos 9 few people in this neck of the| it Woods that nobody can afford to be! a erase st least, mobody who lives you as you've a be 1) set about it otherwise I'm not of go as it stands this summer. up against it for ready money got none due until I make delivery those logs in September, and I have to have that million feet in the water jin order to make delivery, Every one of these men but the cook and |the donkey engir are working for me with their wages deferred until |then, ‘There certain |that must with exp be met cash—and | to nickels, tract, Vl squander then, it's the You can camp If I get by on this con have a few hundred to house = things. Until simple life for us. for three or four months, can't you, without finding it completely unbearable “Wh of ¢ ‘I wasn't comp! | things are 1 merely that it would little cosier, mé these a little homelik I didn’t knov were practically compelled to liv this, as a matter of onom It takes money to make a place! “Weil, in a sense, 1 am,” he re door thom | urse,” she protested ining about the w voiced the id to fix up a rooms look you like you think could make a lot more homelike. she ventured, when they ck in their own quarters, “I it suits a man who only uses » to sleep, but it's bare we be nice as B w white a a white sailor blouse, a brown place to, live. | in a position to go in for trimmings. | | Rough as this camp ts, it will have to | nses | I've got all my funds figured down| bly to have by prob cted admitted vold an Lid rbed in beaded buckskin and bi Instead. John wo leat of Katy ed skirt, tan and a baby blue ribbon in her hair “Why, she talks good. Eng’ Miss ton exclaimed, as fragments of the girl's speech floated over to her. ‘ Sure Charlie shoes, bow As drawled 8 ybody,” Why not? I suppose my notion of rather va Stella ad “Are they all civilized and And then ain, making away out here homelike never "10 me 4 being anything but an idlenn is sequential detatl, I’m not ing to make a home here, I'm after | Mitted a bundle of money, A whi educated you had been here and sugg fies: you have spent fiv or 3, hundred, and I wouldn't have missed | 54, Stell, jit. But this contract came my wa ciate and gave me a chance to clean up . Ps |three thousand dollars clear profit in | ‘8n’t, she bbed it, and I find They nearly all are when they're I'm dealing | YOU" served. “But they with a hard bus hard old and tubby by the time the nails. I might got the banks or some | ‘Itty capitalist to finance me, because my Katy John’s teeth shone white timb oldings 4 worth money. | ‘¥ee" her parted lips But I'm shy of that, I've noticed | {0m the cook, St ood by |that when a logger starts working | 100 *Winging a straw hat in Jon borrowed eapital, generally {2d Presently Matt handed he goes bre The financiers generally | Parcel done up in newspaper, and she devise’ some way to hook him, 1; W%!ked away with a nod to some of r to sail as closé™to. the wind | t* loggers sitting with their backs s I can on what little I've got. 1|*#inst the bunkhouse get this timber out-but it! | fads edna ald wouldn't look nice, now, would it, for vanished (it the win me to be buying furniture when vim ee ea standing these off for thelt} it end puri wages till September?" be ytrter se, digging in reminded me ‘T should hay | liked, you may have ella Benton pensively remarked.| on your Pn I could put on overalls and make myself useful, instead of being a drone, There doesn't seem to be | anything here I can do, I could keep house you haver't any house p, therefore no need of a house: ". Why, who's that?” ar had caught a low, throaty a woman's laugh, outside. Shi ingulringly at her brothe! remained ab: t, as concentrate upon his wn She repeated the question. Oh, Katy John, he answ amping a rl does some for u and then. 1 she's Matt for something | Stella looked out At the | plied | place | ruc inc rue of 'em,” younger Benton generation you cook? telia rejoined, guard at Indian girl's really pretty replied could anyhow four months, 1 it's some undert are king. be sally the wall king if T could when the girl tean hove about overalls and that if you a man,” a chance to get been what latt's o's been on the water-wagon now about his |limit. The fi man that comes along with a bottle of whisky, Matt | will get it and quit and head for town I was wondering if you and Katy John could k the gang from starving to death if that happened, The last time I had to t in and ook for two v s mys And I logging w from the very well could dubiously This 1 terrible place for drink it the ed thin ull times and in pub th only excitement Benton smiled tolerantly a8 there is no me drinking house door st a short, plump t here than any other part of this bodied girl. kinned and black-| North American continent. Only |haired. Otherwise she conformed to n here gets drunk openly and |none of Miss Benton's preconceived | riotously, without any effort to hide ideas of the aboriginal inhabitant. If} it, and without it being considered ont, pion can't run a cook shanty uppose,| “1 red, “Si | Stella jund the | seems to be ing. Is | drunk at It's there proble “That? her moth buneh The now dare say I returned man | or wash | point washing suppose ac to get after some bread or about is -|one thin —|straction, but is a poor vehicle to carry one over rough roads. She you'll have to get used to| might have remained im Philadelphia, out here, Stell—I mean, that what} guest among friends. Pride for- vices men have are all on the sur-|bade that. Incidentally, such an ar-| face. We don’t get drunk secretly | rangement would have enabled her to | at the club and sneak home in a|stalk a husband, a moneyed husband, | taxi. Oh, well, we'll cross th |which did not occur to her at all.| when we come to it There remained only to join Charlie. break out for If his fortunes mended, well and| | zood. Perhaps she could e help in minor ways But it was all so radically different anything but a natural lapse. That's in bridge Matt may not ‘a tinge | active He was scarcely fifty yards away. Across his shoulders he bore a red.|” dish-gray burden, and in his right 7 hand was a gun. She did not move, Bowed slightly under the weight, the: man passed within twenty feet of her, so close that she could see the sweat-beads glisten on thateside of his face, and saw also that the load 4 he carried was the carcass of a deer,” Gaining the beach and laying # animal across a boulder, he strai ened himself up and drew a breath, Then he wiped the sweat 6 his face. She recognized him as the. man who had thrown the logger down the slip that day at noon—presums ably Jack Fyfe. A sturdily built man about thirty, of Saxon fairness, with of red in his hair and a Ib” eral display of freckles across nose ek bones. He was no beauty, she decided, albeit he displayed @& frank and pleasing countenal ‘That he was a remarkably strong’ man, she had seen for her self, and if the firm round of his: jaw counted for anything, ual’of considerable determination bee sides, iss Benton conceived her self to possessed of consideral skill at character analysis. He put away his handket took up his rifle, settled his hat, strode off toward the camp. H attention now diverted from the washes, she watched him, saw hint — go to her brother's quarters, ; in the door a minute, then go back to the beach, accompanied by Charllé In a minute or so he came ro across in a skiff, threw his deer aboard, and pulled away north along” the shore. 2 She watched him lift and among thé waves until he turned @ point, rowing with strong, strokes. Then she walked ho Benton was poring over some ures, but he pushed aside his p and paper when she entered. “You had a Visitor, I see,” she marked “Yes, Jack Fyfe, He picked up deer on the ridge behind here, borrowed a boat to get home. . w him come out of she said, “His camp can’t be far from here, is it? He only left the Springs as you came in, he hunt for sport?” : “Hardly, Oh, well, I suppose it's” sport for Jack, in a wi ways piking around in the woods with a gun or a fishing rod,” Benton returned. “But we kill ‘em to eat mostly, It's good meat and cheap, I get one myself now and then. How- ever, you want to keep that under your hat-—about us fellows hunting— or we'll have game wardens nosing around here. ‘Are you not she asked. and ch allowed to hunt morning between ‘he replied, “And I » to sleep any time after sup: | |—brother and all—from what she | |had pictured, that she was filled with | dismay and not ttle foreboding of | the future. Sufficient, however, un-| to the was the évil there “AML right. Don't into the | told herself at last, and tried to make | tho. that assur work a chan of nent of bay, | heart ne was very lonely and de: | rocky point, and found | pressed and full of a futile wish that} herself a seat on a fallen tree. Out 2 man, | the lake heaved still cross the bay some one was | with whitec up|Playing an accordeon, and to its] southerly g feet |strains a stoutlunged lumberjack surge the | was roaring out a song, with all his | woods strong in the chorus:/ whistled and| | Nope tae | “On, the Saginaw Kid was a cook! ey in a@ camp, i ant fir and cedar There was a way up on the Ocon-to-0-0. parece go high icc carat the cook in a camp in them in odor resinous and pungent : d with that elusive smell of OM GRYe Dalia, CAR HARG SU wing stuff along the she to hoe--oh Inning where she sat, tree trunks | ad a damn hard row to hoe in immense ‘own pillars, run. back in great forest naves, lways, floored with green moss laid in a rich, soft carpet for the feet. Far beyond the long gradual lower slope lifted a range of saw-backed mountains, the tuary of wild goat and bear, and Jacross the rolling lake lifted other |mountains, sheer from the wate fedge, peaks rising above timber-line lin majestic contour, their pinnacle Jerests grazing the clouds that scud. ded before the south wind 1 think I'll take a walk along the beach," she said abruptly hike nee climbed a low uneasily, whipped At her hammered shore, Far thru the the wind hummed among swayin dotted the ps, by surge after velly behind feliows joinin And rose ning shadowy There was a fine, rollicking air to it. The careless note in their volces |the jovial lilt ef their song, made |her envious. They at least had their | destiny, limited as it mi be, and} cast along rude ways, largely under their own control. Her wandering gaze at length came to rest on a tent top showing in the brush northward from the camp. She saw two canoes drawn up on the beach the lash ‘of the wi two small fi ing | Jon the 1, and sundry dogs prowl } | Beauty? Yes, Wild, imposing | ing alongshore. Smoke went eddying lerandeur that stirred some respon. jaway in the wind. The Siwash camp jsive chord in her. if only could| where Katy John hailed from, Miss |live amid such surroundings with a] Benton supposed |contented mind, she thought, the ne had an impulse to skirt the {wilderness would have compensa-|bay and view the Indian camp at | tions of its own. She had an uneasy | closer range, a notion born of curi | feeling that isolation from everything | oxity. She de! pd this casually, and |that had played an important part| just as she was about to rise, her | her life might be the least de-}movement was arrested by a faint} | pressing factor in this new existence. |erackle in the woods behind, She/ She could not view the rough andjlooked away thru the deepening |ready standards of the woods with|shadow among the trees and saw much equanimity—not she had/ nothing at first. But the sound was that day s These| repeated at odd intervals, She sat} things wer bound to be a part ‘of | still Thoughts of forest animals her daily life, and all the brief span] slipped into her mind, without mak: | of her had gone to forming|ing her afraid, At last she caught) | habits speech and thought and|sight of a man striding thru the mant diametrically opposed to] timber, soundiessly on the thick | what she had so far encountered, moss, coming almost straight wward She nursed her chin in her hand her, wood-sprites above of f, she | in close season. Hunting season's from September to Decem- ber.” “If it's unlawful, why law?” she ventured n't that rather. “Oh, bosh,” Charlie derided. "A man in the woods is entitled to ven: ison, if he's hunter enough to get it. The woods are full of deer, and a few more or less don’t matter. We can't run forty miles to town and back and pay famine prices for beet every two or three days, when we can get it at home in the woods." Stella digested this in silence, but it occurred to her that this mild sam- ple of lawlessness was quite in keep- ing with the m@n and the environ- ment. There was no policeman on the corner, no mechanism of law and order visible anywhere. ‘The char- acteristic attitude of these woods- men was of intolerance for restraint, of complete self-sufficiency. It had colored her brother's point of view, She perceived t whereas all her instinct was to know the rules of the game, and abide by them, he, taking his cue from his environment, inclined to break rules that proved inconvenient, even to formulate new ones te Ly “And suppose,” said she, “that a ne warden should catch yfe killing deer out of break the hesitatingly, ga Mr, Jack season We'd be hundred dolla auled up and fined @ rs or so,” he told her, “But they don't catch us.” He shrugged his shoulders, and smiling tolerantly upon her, proceed« ed to smoke. Dusk was falling now, the long twilight of the Northern seasons gradually deepening, as they sat in silence. Along the creek bank arose” the evening chorus of the frogs. The air, now hushed and still, was riven every few minutes by the whir of wings as ducks in evening flight _ swept by above. All the boisterous laughter and talk in the bunkhouse had died. The woods ranged gloomy” nd impenetrable, save only in the: northwest, where «a patch of sky lighted by diffused pink and gray, revealed ohe mountain higher than its fellows, standing bald again: horizon, (Contd in Tomorrow’