The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 16, 1919, Page 11

CHAPTER XII. And So They Were Married Spring had waved her transform- iF Wand over the lake region before came home again, All the we Ground, the creeks and hollows —— banks, were bright green with ‘Rewleaved birch and alder ahd PMaple. The air was full of those Sromatic exudations the forest _ throws off when it is in the full tide Of the growing time. Shores that Stella had last seen dismal and for- + 16Fn in the frost-fog, sheathed in ice, led with deep snow, lay sparkling £ aly warm sunshine, under an un- i arch of blue. All that was “Teft of winter was the white cap on Int Douglas, snow-filled chasms On distant, rotky peaks, Stella stood On the Hot Springs wharf looking “out across the emerald deep of the tes. thinking soberly of the contrast. thing, she reflected, some part “Of that desolate winter, must have to the very roots of her being the state of mind in which embarked upon that matrimonial A little of it cluig to her Bhe could look back at those of loneliness, of immeasur- “tol and numbertess indignities, tt any qualms. There would ‘NO repetition of that. The world large would say she had done well. in her most cynical its, could not deny that she @one well. Materially, life prom- to be generous. She was mar. r t© a man who quietly but in-/eh ly got what he wanted, and Was her good fortune that he her to have the best of every- faw him now, coming from | her. she regarded him & powerful figure along with -light, effortiess He was back on his own openly glad to be back. Yet ‘Could not recall that he had ever himself at a disadvantage any- they had been together. He evening clothes when occasion as unconcernedly as he wore imaws and calked boots among § loggers. She had not yet de- a whether his equable poise from ah ufequivocal democ Baby of spirit, or from sheer egotism. any rate, where she had set out subtle misgivings, she had to COPrRiaGnwrT BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR AVTHOR OF "NORTH OF FIF T‘'Y-THREE manifested itself to her, She was not sorry she had married him, If they had hot set out biind in a fog of sentiment, as he had once put it, hevertheless they got on. Shé did hot love him—not as she defined that Magic word—but she liked him, was mildly proud of him, When he kissed hor, if there were no mad thrill in it, there was at least a passive con tentment in having inspired that at. fection. Fort he left het in no doubt as to Where he stood, not by what he said, but wholly by his actions. He joined her now. The Panther, glossy black as a crow’s wing with fresh paint, lay at the pierend with their trunks aboard, Stella surveyed those marked with her initials, look- ing them over with a critical eye, when they reached the deck. “How in the world did I ever man- age accumulate 80 much stuff, Jack?” she asked quirzically, “I didn’t realike it, We might have been doing Burope with souvenir amount of our baggage. Fyfe smiléd, without commenting. They sat on a trunk and watched Roaring Springs fall astern, dwindle to & line of white dots against the great green base of the mountain that rose behind it. “It's good to get back here,” he said at last. “To me, anyway. How about it, Stella? You haven't got so much of @ grievance with the world in general as you had when we left, “No, thank goodness,” she respond- ea fervently. “You @on’t took as if you had,” he ra as his eyes admitingly upon Nor had ahe. There was @ bloom on the soft contour of her cheek, a luminous gleam in her Wide, gray eyes. All the il] wrought by months of dtudging work and mental revolt had vanished, She was undeniably good to look at, a woman in full flower, round-bodied, deep-breasted, aglow with the unquenched fires of youth, She was aware that Jack Fyte found her so and tolerably glad that he did so fihd her. She had revised & good many of her first groping estimates of him that winter. Anda when she looked over the port bow and saw in behind Halfway Point the huddled shacks of her brother’s camp, where so much had overtaken her, she experienced a Swift tush of thafikftlness that she Wais—as she was. She slid her gloved hand impulsively into Jack Fyfe’ and his strong fingers shut down on hers closely. ‘They sat sflent until the camp lay fbeam. About it there was every sign of activity. A chunky sterh- wheeler, with blow-off valve hissing, stood by a boom of logs in the bay, and men were moving back and forth across the swifters, making all ready for a tow. Stella marked a new bunkhouse. Away back on the log- ging ground, in a greater cleafing, | get to the top,” collecting ot principal ain, by the) only want nore. money-making that wraps some men 80, makes them so grossly self eentered? I'd pity any girl who mar ried Charlie. He used to be rather wild at home, but I never dreamed any man could change so." “You uso the conventional moastr- ing-stick on him,” her husband an swered, with that tolerance which so often surprised her, “May be his ways are pretty crude. But he's feverishly hewing a competence which is what we're all after—out of Pretty erude material. And he’s just a kid, after all, with a kid's tendency to wo to extremes now and then, 1 kinda like the beggar’s ambition and energy.” “But he hasn't tho least considera- tion for anybody or anything,” Stella protested. “He rides rough-shod over eVery one. That isn’t either right or decent,” “It's the only way some men can Fyfe answered quiet. ly. “They concentrate on the object | to be attained. That's all that counts until they're in a secure postion, ‘Then, when they stop to draw the breath, sometimes they find they've done lots of things they wouldn't do; again, You watch. By and by Charlie Benton will cease to have those violent reactions that offend so. As it is—he’s a youngster, bucking a big gane. Life, when you have your own way to hew thru it, with little besides your hands and brain for capital, is no silk-lined affair.” She fell into thought over this re- ply, Fyfe had echoed almost her brother's last words to her, And she wondered if Jack Fyfe had at- tained that degree of economic power which enabled him to spend several thousand dollars on a winter's pleasuring with her by the exercise of a strong man’s prerogative of overriding the weak, bending them to his own inflexible purposes, ruth: leasly overturning everything to his own advantage? If women caine uh: der the same head! She recalled Katy John and her face burned. Perhaps. But she could not put Jack Fyfe in her brother's category. He didn’t fit, Deep in her heart there still lurked an abiding resentment § against Charlie Benton for the restraint he had put upon her and the license he had arrogated to himself. She could not convince herself that the lapses of that winter were not part and parcel of her brother’s philosophy of fe, & coarse and material philoso phy. Presently they were drawing in to Cougar Point, with the weather bleached buildings of Fyfe’s camp showing now among the upspring ing second-growth scrub. Fyfe went forward and spoke to the man at the wheel. The Panther swung off- shore. “Why are we going out again?” Stella asked. “Oh, just for fun,” Fyfe smiled. He sat down beside her and slipped one arth around her waist. In a few Minutes they cleared the point. Stella was looking away across the lake, at the deep cleft where Silver Creek split a mountain range in twain. “Look around,” said he, “and tell me what you think of the House of Fyter’ ‘There it stood, snow-white, broad: porched, a new house reared upon the old stone foundation she re-nem- FRIDAY NIGHT FAVORITE SCREEN STA. IN PERSON AT THE MEET YOUR EN HIPPODROME7> JULY 18th SPECIAL FEATURE NIGHT Secure Tickets Early You are cordially invited to attend the first Screen Ball ever held in the Northwest, Friday ni; arrange to meet all Seattle GRAND manctt NINE O'CLOCK TICKETS $1.00 Including War Tat vd The biggest event of the season, so FOR SALE ALL THEATRES What is there about | bered. The hoon sun struck flashing on the windows. About it spread the living green of the grassy square, behind that towered the massive, darker-hued background of the forest. “Oh,” she exclaimed. “What Wizard of construction did the work? That was why you fussed so long over those plans in Los Angeles. I thought it was to be this summer or maybe next winter. I never dreamed you were having it built right away.” Well, isn't it rather nice to come home to?” he observed “Its dear, A homey place,” she answered. site, and the house fits—that white and the red tiles. Is the big stone fireplace in the living room, Jack?” “Yes, and one in pretty nearly every other room besides,” he nod- ded. “Wood fires are cheerful.” The Panther turned her nose shore: ward at F° “I wondered about that foundation the first time I saw it,” Stella con- fessed, “whether you built it, and |why {t was never finished. There looking “A beautiful »,| WAS moss over the stones in places, And that lawn wasn't made in a single season. I know, because dad had a country place once, and he was raging around two or three sum- mers because the land was so hard to get well-grassed.” “No, I didn’t build the foundation or make the lawn," Fyfe told her. “I merely kept It in: shape. A man named Hale owned the land that takes in the bay and the point when I first came to the lake. He was joing to be married, I knew him pretty well, But it was tough going those days. He was in the hole on some of his timber, and he and his girl kept waiting. Meantime he cleared and graded that little hill, sowed it to grass, and laid the founda- tion, He was about to start building when he was killed. A falling tree caught him. I bought In his land and the timber limits that lie back of it. That's how the foundation came there.” § “It's a wonder it didn’t grow up wild,” Stella mused. “How long ago was that?” “About five years,” Fyfe said. “I kept the grass trimmed. It didn't seem right to let the brush overrun it after the poor devil put that labor of love on it. It always seemed to me that it should be kept smooth and green, and that there should be a big, roomy bungalow there. You see my hunch was correct, too.” She looked up at him in some wonder, She hadn't accustomed her- self to associating Jack Fyfe with ac tions based on pure sentiment. He was too intensely masculine, solid, practical, impassive. He did not seem to realize even that sentiment had influenced him in thia. He dis cussed it too matter-of-factly for that. She wondered what became of the bride-to-be. But that Fyfe could not tell her. “Hale showed me her once,” he said, “but I never saw her. Oh, I suppose she’s married some other fellow long ago. Hale was a good sort. He was out-lucked, that's all.” The Panther slid in to the float. Jack and Stella went ashore. Lefty Howe came down to meet them. Thirty-five or forty men were string: ing away from the camp, back to their work in the woods. Some waved greeting to Jack Fyfe, and he waved back in the hail-fellow fashion of the camps. VHow's the frau, Lefty?” he in- quired, after they had shaken hands. “Fine. Down to Vancouver, Sis- ter’s sick,” Howe answered laconic ally. “House's all shipshape. Wanta @at here, or up there?” “Here at the camp, until we get straightened around,” Fyfe respond- ed. “Tell Pollock to have something for us in about half an hour. We'll go up and take a look.” Howe wefit in to convey this mes- sage, and the two set off up the path. A sudden spirit of impishness made Jack Fyfe sprint. Stella gath- ered up her skirt and raced after him, but a sudden shortness of breath overtook her, arid she came panting to where Fyfe had stopped to wait. “You'll have to climb hills and row and swim so you'll get some wind,” Fyfe chuckled. “Too much easy living, lady." Sh@ emiled without making any reply to this sally, and they entered the house—the House of Fyfe, that was to be her home. If the exterior had pleased her, she went from room to room inside with growing amazement. 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Even a Chinese servant in the kitch- en, It's perfect.” “I'm glad gou like it,” he sald. “I hoped you would.” “Who wouldn't?" she cried tm- pulsively. “I love pretty things. Wait till I get done rearranging.” They introduced themselves to the immobile-featured Celestial when they had jointly and severally in- tom. Sam Foo gazed at them, list ened to their account of themselves, and disappeared. He re-entered the room presently, “Mist’ Chol’ Bentlee him leave foh yo!” Stella looked at it. wrapping was written: From ©. A. Benton to Mrs, John Henderson Fyfe A Belated Wedding Gift She cut the string, and delved into the cardboard box, and gasped. Out of @ swathitig of tissue paper her hands bared sundry small articles. A little cap and jacket of knitted silk —its double in fine, fleéey yarn—a long silk coat—a bonnet to match— both daintily embroidered. Other things—a shoal of them—baby things. A grin struggled for lodgment on Fyfe’s freckled countenance. His blue eyes twinkled. “I suppose,” he growled, “that's Charlie's idea of a joke, huh?” Stella turned away from the tiny garments, one little hood crumpled tight in her hand, She laid her hot face against his breast and her shoulders quivered. She was crying. “Stella, Stella, what's the matter?” he whispered, “It's no joke,” she sobbed. —a reality.” | (Continued in Tomorrow's Star) Copyright, 1916, by Little, Brown & Co All rights reserved. Russell to Lead Community Sing Community singing in, connection with the evening patk concert will be held on Thursday night in City) Hall park. Francis “Let Everybody Sing’’ Russell of the war camp community service will lead. ‘The three concerts for next Sun- day will be held in Woodland park, [Volunteer park and at Alki Point. On the outer “It's a spected the house from top to bot-| bearing a package. | Seattle Love Suit Out of Court; Will Drop Divorce) PORTLAND, Ofe., July 16—The suit of George Boring, of Portland, against James BE. 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