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COoPYRIGNT SYNOPSIS i of British C mbia, comes income that hi offers her a way out. For a week thereafter Benton de Veloped moods of sourness, periods of scowling thought. He tried to Speed up his gang, and having ail Spring driyen them at top speed, the added straw broke tho back of their patience, and Stella heard some sharp interchanges of words. He quelled one incipient mutiny thru sheer dominance, but it left him more short of temper, more crabbed- ly moody than ever. Eventually his il-nature broke out against Stella ‘over some trifle, and she—being her- an aggrieved party to his tran- Ay, # sactions—surprised her own sense of )” the fitness of things by retaliating in kind. “I'm slaving away in your old . camp from daylight till dark at work I despise, and you can’t even speak decently to me,” she flared up. “You act like a perfect brute lately. What is the matter with you Benton gnawed at a finger nail in . I guess you're right,” he admitted at last. “But I can't hetp having a grouch. I'm going to fall behind on this contract, the best she replied tartly. “I'm for that. I'm not re- Why take about to come to nothing.” “So does a Woman,” she made m chose to ffnore the infer. on this, itll just je deal, ‘To the lumber camp of her brother Chartie, in the Roaring ‘Lake region Stella Benton, wh supported her in luxury suddenly ceases, her father dies, and the Benton ta only lumber business, and not yet numbered among tts “bie neighbor, Jack Fyfe. Therefore he counts his pennies, yone to further his one seif-cultured ambition—his sister hard- ihe becomes camp cook and general drudge, until Jack Fyfe can close a five-million-foot contract with the Abbey-Monohan outfit, for delivery next spring. I must have the money for this before I can un- dertake the bigger contract.” “Can't you sell your logs if these other people won't take them?” she asked, somewhat alive now to his Position—and, incidentally, her own interest therein, “In time, yes,” he said. “But when you go into the open market with logs, you don’t always find a buyer right off the reel. I'd have to hir ‘em towed from here to Van couver, and there's some bad water to get over. Time is money to me right now, Stell. If the thing dragged over two or three months, by the time they were sold and all expenses paid, I might not have any. thing left. I'm in debt for supplies, behind in wages. When it looks like a@ man’s losing, everybody Jumps him. That's business, I. may have my outfit seized and sold up if I fall down on this delivery and fail to Square up accounts right away. Damn it, if you hadn't given Paul Abbey the cold turn-down, I might have got a boost over this hill, You were certainly a chump.” “I'm not a mere pawn in your game yet,” she flared hotly: “I sup- pose you'd trade me for logs enough to complete your contract and con- sider it a good bargain.” “Oh, piffie,” he answered coolly. “What's the use talking like that. It's your game as much as mine. Where do you'get off if I & broke? You might have done a heap worse. Paul's a good head. A _ girl that hasn't anything but her looks to get thru the world on hasn't any busi- nes overlooking a bet like that. Nine girls out of ten marry for what there is in it, anyhow.” “Thank you,” she replied angrity. “T'm not in the market on that basis.” “AN this stuff about Meal love and soul communion and perfect mat- ing is pure bunk, it seems to me,” Chartie tacked off on a new course of thought “A man and a woman somewhere near of an age generally Ait it off all right, if they’ve got common horse’ sense—and income enough so they don't have to squab- ble eternally about where the next new hat and suit’s coming from. It's the coin that counts most of all. It WN AND , CITY TOGETHER Inside City Limits, on Paved Streets, NOW AVAILABLE It is @ short walk to Ga 38 : F ret i ret at a perience. with a 5-cent street car fare to cen. ter of town. A “City Farmer,” the fortunate owner of a Ford, can from Loge town in a minutes without leaving the asphalt. C1 ter, sehi ity water, grade jools, all improvements in and full: are among the attractions ese farms have to offer the family jous to get a reel start In life. ha “City Farms” sell for only $950, on very easy terms. If this ideal of living appeals te onsult Cc. Peters, 716 Taira 8 - t to office on drive to Mr. Al ye and es. piwae coe. dey Permanent and temporary positions open for young women as telephone operators with or without previous ex- Applications will be received during the present strike at any Central Of- fice in Seattle, or Room 517, Fifth Floor, White Building, or 1115 4th Ave- nue, between Spring and Seneca. Telephone Elliott 12000. THE PACIFIC TELEPHONE & TELEGRAPH COMPANY BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR AVTHOR OF “NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE. THE SEATTLE STAR—THURSDAY, JULY 10, 191! BIG TiMBER | | en Where Chinese Students Rioted bi) Peking gendarmes on guard at garden portal of Tsao Ju-lin’s palatial home, wrecked by students on May the former minister of communications and foreign affairs, whose political dealing with Japan the young Chinese regarded as traitorous, on Tsao Ju-lin's home, from which he hastily fled, marked the beginning of public protests by students that have lasted for nearly two months and which are today expressed in the widespread boycott against Japanese goods,’ following the Shantung award at the peace conference. nnn | ee | ae py | igh % 4 in a violent demonstration against The attack sure is, Sis. right now.” He sat a minute or two longer again preoccupied with his probleme. “Well,” he said at last, “I've got to get action somehow. If I could get about thirty men and another donkey for three weeks, I'd make it” He went outside. Up in the near woods the whine of the saws and the sounds of chopping kept measured beat. It was late in the forenoon. and Stella was hard about her din- ner preparations. Contract or no contract, money or no money, men must eat. That fact loomed biggest on her daily schedule, left her no room to think overlong of other things. Her huff over, she felt rath- er sorry for Charlie, a feeling ac centuated by sight of him humped on a log in the sun, too engrossed in his perplexities to be where he normally was at that hour, in the thick of the logging, working hard- er than any of his men. A little later she saw him put off from the float in the Chickamin’s dinghy. When the crew came to dinner, he had not returned. Nor was he back when they went out again at one. Near midafternoon, however, he strode into the kitchen, wearing the look of a conqueror. “I've got it fixed,” he announced. Stella looked up from a frothy mass of yellow stuff that she was stirring ina pan. , It’s me that knows it, “Got what fixed?” she asked. ‘Why, this log business,” he said. “Jack Fyfe is going to put in a crew and a donkey, and we're going to everlastingly rip the innards out of these woods, I'll make delivery after all” “That's good,” she remarked, but | Roticeably without enthusiasm. The | heat of that low-roofed shanty had taken all possible enthusjasm for anything out of her for the time being. Always toward the close of each day she was gripped by that feeling of deadly fatigue, in the face of which nothing much mattered but to get thru the last hours somehow and drag herself wearity to bed. Benton playfully tweaked Katy John's ear and went whistling up the trail, It was plain sailing for him now, and he was correspondingly elated. He tried to talk to Stella that even. ing when she was thru, all about Dig things in the future, big con. tracts he could get, big money he could see his way to make. It fell mostly on unappreciative ears. She was tired, so tired that his erotisti- cal chatter frritated her beyond measure, What she would have wel- comed with heartfelt gratitude was not so much a prospect of future affluence in which might or might not share as a lightening of her Present burden. So far as his con- versation ran, Benton's sole concern seemed fp be more equipment, more men, so that he might get out more logs. In the midst of this optimis: tie talk Stella walked abruptly into her room. Noon of the next day brought the Panther coughing into the bay, flanked on the port side by a scow upon which rested a twin to the iron monster that jerked logs tnto her brother’s chute. To starboard was mado fast a like scow. That was housed over, a smoking stovepipe stuck thru the roof, and a capped and aproned cook rested his arms on the window sill as they floated tn, Men to the number of twenty or moro clustered about both scows and the Panther’s deck, busy with pipe and cigarette and rude fest. The clatter of their voices uprose thru the noon meal. But when the don- key scow thrust its blunt nose against the beach, the chaff and laughter died into silent, capable ac- tion, “A Seattle yarder property handled can do anything but climb a tree,” Charlie had once boasted to her, in reference to his own machine. It seemed quite possible to Stella, watching Jack Fyfe's crew at work. Steam was up tn the donkey. They carried a line from its drum thru a a snatch block ashore and jerked half a dozen logs crosswise before the scow in a matter of minutes, Then the.same cable was made fast to a sturdy fir, the engineer stood by, and the ponderous machine qjid | forward on its own skids, like an | up-ended barrel on a sled, down off the scow, up the bank, smashing brush, branches, dead roots, all that stood in its path, drawing steadily up to the anchor tree as the cable | spooled up on the drum. A dozen men tafled on to the Inch ahd a quarter cable and bore the | loose end away up the path. Pres- ently one stood clear, waving a sig- nal. Again the donkey began to puff and quiver, the line began to roll up on the drum and the big yarder walked up the slope under its own power, a locomotive unneedful of rails, making its own right of way. Upon the platform built over the skids were piled the tools of the crew, sawed blocks for the fire box, axes, saws, grindstones, all that was necessary in their task. At one o'clock they made their first move. At two the donkey was vanished into that regiou where the chute-head lay and the great firs stood waiting the | slaughter, By mid-afternoon Stella noticed an} acceleration of numbers in the lo; that came hurtling Iakeward. Now at shorter intervals arose the grind- ing sound of their arrivals, the pon- derous splash as each leaped to the water. It was a good thing, she sur- mised—for Charlie Benton. She could not see where it made ,much difference to her whether ten logs a day or a hundred came down to the boomsticks. Late that afternoon Katy vanished upon one of her periodic visits to the camp of her kindred around the point, Bred out of doors, of a tribe whose immemorial custom it fs that. women do all the work, the Siwash girl was strong as an ox, and nearly as bovine in temperament and move- ments. She could lift with ease a weight that taxed Stella's strength, and Stella Benton was no weakling, either, It was therefore a part cf Katy’s routine to keep water pails Britishers Demand Lower Living Cost LONDON, July 10.—(United Press.) The government is called upon to make a definite pledge to reduce the) cost of living or to resign, in a reso lution passed yesterday by the na- tional executive committee of the la bor party. ‘Tho resolution declared the govern- ment had failed to prevent “merciless exploitation’ of the public by prof- iteers, “who are charged with tak ing ruthless advantage of the short age in supplies and transports.” filled from the creek and the wood box supplied, in addition to washing dishes and carrying food to the table. Katy slighted these various tasks oo ionally, needed oversight, ontinual admonition, to get any Jo done in time. She was slow to the point of exasperation. pvertheless, she lightened the day's labor, and Stella put up with her slowness since she needs must or assume the entire burden herself. ‘This time Katy thoughtlessly left with both water pails empty. Stella was just picking them up off the bench when a shadow dark- ened the door, and she looked around to see Jack Fyfe. “How d’ do,” he greeted. He had seemed a ghort man. Now, standing within four feet of her, she perceived that this was an {Musion created by the proportion and thick ness of his body. He was, in fact, half a head taljer than she, and Stel la stood five feet five. His gray eyes met hers squarely, with a cool, im- personal quality of gaze. ‘There was neither smirk nor embarras«ment in his straightforward glance. He was, in effert, “sizing her up” just as he would have looked casually over a logger asking him for a job. Stella sensed that, and, resenting it momen- tarily, fafied to match his manner. She flushed. Fyfe smiled, a broad, friendly grin, in which a wide mouth opened to show strong, even teeth. “I'm after a drink,” he said quite impersonally, and coolly taking the pails out of her hands, walked thru the kitchen and down to the creek. He was back in a minute, set the filled buckets in their place, and helped himself with a dipper. “Say,” he akked easily, “how do you like life in a logging camp by this time? This ts sure one hot job you've got.” Literaty or slangity?” she asked in a flippant tone. Fyfe’s reputa- tion," rather vividly colored, had reached her from various sources. She was not quite sure whether she cared to countenance him or not. There was a disturbing quality in his glance, a subte suggestion of force about him that she felt without be- ing able to define in understandable terms. In any case she felt more than equal to the task of squelch. ing any effort at familiarity, even if Jack Fyfe were, in a sense, the convenient god in her brother's ma- chine. Fyfe chuckled at her answer. “Both,” he replied shortly and went out. Sho saw him a little Inter out on the bay in the Panther’s dink, stand. ing up in the little beat, making long, graceful casts with a pliant rod. She perceived that this manner of fishing was highly successful, inso- much as at every fourth or fifth cast a trout struck his fly, breaking water with a vigorous splash. Then the bamboo would arch as the fish strug- sled, making gundry leaps clear of the water, gleaming like silver each time he broke the surface, but com- ing at last tamely to Jack Fyfe’s landing net. Of outdoor sports s! knew most about angling, for her father had been an ardent flycaster, And she had observed with a true angler’s scorn the efforts of her brother’s loggers to catch the lake trout with a baited hook, at which they had scant success. Charlie nev- er fished. He had neither time nor inclfnation for such fooling, as he termed it. Fyfe stopped fishing when the donkeys whistled six. It hap- pened that when he drew In to his cookhouse float, Stella was standing in her kitchen door. Fyfe looked up at her and held aloft a dozen trout strung by the gills on a stick, gleam. ing in the sun. “Vanity,” she commented in- audibly. “I wonder tf he thinks I've been admiring his skill as a fisher. man? Nevertheless she paid tribute to his skill when ten minutes later he sent'a logger with the entire catch | to her kitchen. They looked tooth. some, those lakers, and they were, She cooked one for her own supper and relished it as a change from the everlasting bacon and ham. In the face of that million feet of timber, | Benton hunted no deer. True, the Siwashes had once or twice brought in some venison. That, with a roast or two of beef from town, was all the fresh meat she had tasted in two | months. There were enough trout} to make a breakfast for the crew. She ate hers and mentally thanked Jack Fyfe. Lying in her bed that night, in the short interval that came between | undressing and wearied sleep, she | found herself wondering with a good | deal more interest about Jack Fyfe | than she had ever bestowed upon— well, Paul Abbey, for instance. She was quite positive that she was going to dislike Jack Fyfe it he were thrown much in her way. There was something about him that she| resented. The difference between him and the rest of the rude crew among which she must perforce live was a question of degree, not of kind. | There was certainly some compelling | magnetism about the man. But along with it went what she con sidered an almost brutal directness of speech and action, Part of this | conclusion came from hearsay, part | from observation, limited tho her opportunities had been for the lat ter. Miss Stella Benton, for all her | poise, was not above jumping at con. clusions, ‘There was something | about Jack Fyfe that she resented. She irritably dismissed it as a fool- ish impression, but the fact remained that the mere physical nearness of him seemed to put her on the de-| fensive, as if he were in reality a | hunter and she the hunted. Fyfe joined Charlie Benton about the time she finished work. The three of them sat 6n the grass be- fore Benton's quarters, and ,every time Jack Fyfe’s eyes rested on her she steeled herself to resist--what, she did not know. Something in- tangible, something that disturbed her. She had never experienced any- thing like that before; it tantalized her, roused her curiosity. There was nothing occult about the man. He was nowise fascinuting, either in face or manner, He made no bid for her attention. Yet during the half hour he sat there, Stella’s mind revolved constantly about him, She recailod all that she had heard of him, much of it, from her point of view, highly discreditable. —Inevit ably she fell to comparing him with other men she knew. Shs had, in a way, unconsciously To the Woman Results in Mak- ing Jams, Jellies and Preserves of sugar alone. finest, most and affinity for the fruit juices. cutting the work in half. « Py out the natural flavor of the food. been prepared for Just such a meas- ure of concentration upon Jack Fyfe. For he was a power on Roaring lake, and power—physical, intellectual or financia}—exacts its own tribute of consideration. He was a fighter, a dominant, hard-bitten woodsman, so the tale ran. He had gathered about him the toughest crew on the Inke, himself, upon occasion, the most turbulent of all. He controlled many quare miles of big timber, and he Roaring lake as a hand logger. in action, respected generally, feared and Katy John had sketched for Stella with much verbal embelfish- ment. There was no ignoring swch a man. 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