The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 18, 1919, Page 10

‘AR—FRIDAY. JULY 18, 1919. BY BERTRAND Ww. SINCLALI AVTHOR OF “NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE CHAPTER XIV Call and a New Acquaintance the of household transferred itself to Roaring Lake bungalow again la found the change welcome, for conuver wearied her, It was a too crude, too much as yet in be transitory stage, in that civic dehoy period which overtakes Village that shoots up over to a city’s dimensions. They people, to be sure, for the influence would have opened Way for them into any circ had made many friends and acquaintances that summer lake, but part of that butter jue sought pleasanter grounds she was fit for social activity from a few more or less receptions and an occasional party, she found it pleas to stay-at home. Fyfe hinself mt only part of his time in after their boy was born. He tending his timber operations he did not put into words, but Stella sensed because she ex d the same thing herself, town bored him to death— | town existence as Vancouver ‘Their first winter had been it, because they had sought ; recurrence spring, A where there was manifold. ly of life, color, amusement. She ing for the wide reach of Lake, the immense amphi- gtre of the surrounding moun- hs, long before spring. | she was quite as well pleased @ mild April saw them domi-| @ at home again. In addition’to and Feng Shu, there was for Jack Junior, Stella did t that; Fyfe insisted on it. Quite proud of his boy, but jhe did not want her chained to her | baby, “If the added pount, of course |a lot more personal jadenitted. “You I }least idea of your resour AU I know about it is that you allow me plenty of money for my’ individ ual expenses. And I notice wo're jacquiring a more expensive mode of |living all the time.” | “That's so,” never have gone into any my business with you. |why you shouldn't know w there are to our income, happened to ¢xpress any curiosity before. Operating as I did up till lately, thé business netted anywhere from twe!l e to fiftegp* thousand 4 year. I'll double that this season In fact, with the amoufit of standing timber I control, I could make it fifty thousand a year by expanding and speeding things up. I guess you needn't worry about an extra vant or two,” So, apart from voluntary service on behalf of Jack Junior, she was free as of old to order her days as she pleased, Yet that small morsel of humanity demanded much of her time, because she released thru the maternal floodgates a part of that passionate longing to bestow love where her heart willed, Sometimes she took issue with herself over that wayward tendency, By all the rules of the game, she should have lovea her husband. He was like a rock, solid, enduring, patient, kind and generous, He stood to her in the most intimate relation that can exist be tween a man and a woman. never fooled herself; she never had jso far as Jack Fyfe was concerned. She liked him, but that was all, He exponse doesn't a nurse wilh mean Jom,” Stella haven't the Jack Fyfe responded. “T details of » reason t limits You never e Throat of The 4 x ‘ is the next thing to being human... . . “It Ti human,” you will say, once you hear it repro- any voice on any if volume and beautiful record with true fullness human tone color. The Brunswick also excels in elegance of appearance and fine construction. Select your Brunswick at Seattle Music House—larg- est exclusive dealers in the United States—where you can choose from all styles— Easy Terms. a JCC C.. x CA Z, Aw ASSUTT 121618 Third Avenue—Between University and Seneca Phone Main 3139 But she! ]was good to her was grate ful Sometimes she |that under hi lurked a capacity tremendously | passionate outbreak. If she had been | compelled to modify her first impres of him a ant, dom inant sort of character, scarcely less rough than the brown firs out |which he hewing a fortune knew likewise that had seen anything but the sunny him, He still puzzled her a little times; there wer ld flashes depths she could not quality of unexpectedness in tt he would do and say, Even granting that in him was embodied so much that other men she knew lacked, she did not love him; thefe were indeed times when she almost |Fesented him, | “Why, she could not |put into words, It se tastic for sober sunming-up, she tried, But lurking always in the background of her thoughts was the |ghost of an unrealized dream, a neubulous vision which once \to thrill her in secret. It could never jbe anything but a vision, she be aim exterior had a easy goin for |sion as Aero of hi neve side of at of see into, a 80, perhaps, have med too fan when served F |the short cold touch of moisture on her face 1in, great pattering drops. head an ominously black cloud hid the fave of the sun. The shore, when looked, lay mile and a haif um, To the north and betw her and the land's rocky line was rkening the la Stella reached for her 1 black cloud let fall long, g ers of rain, There stirring of the air deceive her. There was a growing chill, and there was that broken line sweeping down the lake, Behind that was wind, a summer gale, the black | 1 dreaded by the Siwashes ie had to buck her way to she thru that. She drove hard on th ‘idle, She was not afraid, but ther in her liar te od up 1 lay a ticklish bit of business sixteen-foot canoe | dwarfed to pitiful dimensions in the face f that snarling line of wind. | harried water. She could hear the distant murmur of it pr ntly, and gusty puffs of wind began to strike her. Then It swept Over she a ay a ay stream was searcely al but that did not! rose up to her " and very close behind that steep lake combers with a rly a chop, | now, and believing, regretted. feold facts of her existe couldn't be daydreamec She ried, and marria, put a to the potential adventuring of » Twenty and maidenhood lies at opposite pole from twenty-four matrimon. Stella that. She took for her —theoretically—the twin « morafty and duty taught to construe them. SB she saw no loophole, and seeing none, felt cheated of something infinitely eclous, Marriage and motherhood J not come to her as the fruits of| eager ful had been ted | when mis was mur | full stop! outh th and subscribed to guiding-star ‘oncepts of | as she had been |love, as the passionately filling of her destiny. It thrust upon her. She had ac it as a last resort at a time |her powers of resistance to | fortune were at the ebb. She knew that this sort of self-| communing was a bad thing, that It was bound to sour thé whole taste |of life in her mouth. As mach as | possible she thrust aside those vague. repressed longings. Materially she} |had everything. If she had foregone jthat bargain with Jack Fyfe, God| only knew what longdrawn agony | lof mind and body circumstances and | Charlie Benton's subordination of | her to his own ends might have in-| flicted upon her, That was the re-/ verse of her shield, but one that grew | |dimmer as time passed. Mostly, she | | took life as she found it, concentrat ing upon Jack Junior, a sturdy boy | | with blue eyes like his father, and | who grew steadily more adorable Nevertheless she had recurring pe | riods when moodiness and ill-stified | discontent got hold of her. Sometimes | she stole out along the cliffs to sit on a mossy boulder, staring with! absent eyes at the distant hills. And sometimes she would slip out in a canoe, to lie rocking in the lake swell | just dreaming. filled with a passive sort of regret. She could not ¢ hange | things now, but she could not help} wishing she could. Fyfe warned her once about get-| ting offshore in the canoe. Roaring | Lake, pent up in the shape of a boomerang between two mountain ranges, was subject to squalls. Sud den bursts of wind would shoot down | its length like blasts from some mon- ster funnel. Stella knew that; she had seen the glassy surface torn into whitecaps in ten minutes, but she | was not afraid of the lake nor the lake winds, She was hard and strong. The open, the clean moun tain air, and a measure of activity, had built her up physically. She swam like a seal. Out in that six- teen-foot Peterboro, she could detach | herself from her world of reality, le} back on a cushion, and lose herself staring at the sky, She paid little heed to Fyfe's warning beyond a emiling assurance that she had no in tention of courting a watery end. So one day in mid-July, she waved a farewell to Jack Junior, crowing in his nurse's lap on the bank, paddled out past the first point to the north, and pillowing her head on a cush- foned thwart, gave herself up to dreamy contemplation on the sky. There was scarce a ripple on the lake. A faint breath of an offshore breeze fanned her, drifting the canoe at a snafl’s pace out from land. Stella luxuriated in the quiet after- noon. A party of campers cruising the lake had tarried at the bungalow till after midnight. Jack Fyfe had risen at dawn to depart for some |distant logging point, Stella, once wakened, had risen and breakfasted with him. She was tired, drowsy, content to lie there in pure physical | relaxation. Lying so, before she was aware of it, her eyes closed. She wakened with a start, “BAYER CROSS” ON GENUINE. ASPIRIN at a AY baa = as “Bayer Tablets of Aspirin” to be genuine must be marked with the} safety “Bayer Cross.” Always buy| an unbroken Bayer package which | contains proper directions to safely relieve Headache, Toothache, Har: ache, Neuralgia, Colds and pain. Handy tin boxes of 12 tablets cost but a few cents at drug stores—larger packages also, Aspirin is the trade- mark of Bayer Manufacture of Mono- aceticacidester of Salicvlicacid. | the | slapped a wind that blew off the tops as each wave-head broke*in whi bubbling froth. Immediately she began to lose ground. She had expected that, and it did not alarm If she could » the canoe bow on, the chance that the squall blow itself out in half an hour. keeping the a task for was woul But | on proved arms. The would catch all that forward which thrust « as she a sea and twist it aside, tending always to throw her broadside into the trough. Spray ‘ be) to splash aboard. ‘The seas were #o short and steep that the Peterboro would rise over the crest of a tall one and dip its bow deep in the next, or leap clear to strike with a slap that made Stella's heart jump. She had never undergone quite that rough and tum. b perience in a small craft. She was being n farther out and down the | and her arms were growing t Nor was there any ckening of the wind ne combined rain and spray soaked her thoroly gathered about her kne bilge, sloshing fore and aft eraft pitched, killing natural buoyaney of th noe so that she dove harder. Stella took a chance, ceased paddling, and bailed with a small can ¢ got a tossing that made her head swim while she lay in the trough. And when she tried to head up Into it again, one big comber bigwer than its fellows, reared up and a barrel of water inboard, The next wave swamped her. Sunk to the clamps, Stella held fast to the topsides, crouching on her knees, im=nersed to the hips in water that struck a ehill thru her flesh. She had the wit to remember and act upon Jack Fyfe’s coaching, namely, to sit tight and hang on that ever ean sink ¢ Wood is buoyant. So long as xbe could hold on, the submerged craft would keep her head and shoul ders ¢ But it was numb. ing Fed by glacial streams, Roaring Lake is icy in hottest mid summer, What with anoe bow stout wind | part an slaps of A puddle in the as the paddling and bailing and the excitement of the struggle, Stella had wasted no time gazing about for other boats. She knew that if any one at the camp saw her, rescue would be speedily effected ow, holding fast and sitting quiet, she looked eagerly about as the swamped canoe rose logeily on each wave. Almost immediately she was heartened by seeing distinctly some sort of craft plunging thru the blow. She had not long to wait after that, for the approaching launch was a lean-lined speeder, powerfully en. gined, and she wae being forced. Stella supposed it was one of the Abbey runabouts. Even with her teeth chattering and numbness fast. ening itself upon her, she shivered at the chances the man was taking It was no sea for a speed boat to smash into at thirty miles an hour. She saw it shoot off the top of one wave and disappear in a white burst of spray, slash thru the next and bury itself deep again, flinging a foamy cloud far to port and star- board. Stella cried futilely to the man to slow down, She could hang on a long time. yet, but her voice carried no distance. After that she had not long to wait In four minutes the runabout was within a hundred yards, open ex. hausts cracking like a machine gun. And then the very thing she expec ed and dreaded came about. Every moment she expected to see him drive bows under and go down. Here and there at intervals uplifted a com- ber taller than its fellows, standing, just as it broke, like a green wall.| Into one such hoary-headed sea the| white boat now drove like a lance. Stella saw the spray leap like a cas. cade, saw the solid green cur! deep over the forward deck and engine hatch and smash the low windshield. She heard the glass crack. Immedi ately the roaring exhausts died. Amid the whistle of the wind and the} murmur of broken water, the launch | staggered like a drunken man, lurch. ed off into the trough, deep down by the head with the weight of water | she had taken. The man in her stood up hands cupped over his ~nouth. an you hang on a while longer?” he shouted. “Till I can get my boat lea?" boy all right,” she called back. saw him heave up the engine | hatch, For a minute or two he bailed rapidly. Then he spun the en- gine, without result. He straight ened up at last, stood irresolute a second, peeled off his coat (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) Copyright, 1916, by Little, Brown & Co. All rights reserved. GAS ROUTS PATIENT WHO REFUSES TO GO} LONDON, July 18. — A West Hampton doctor, who found per- suasion of no avail in ridding his! surgery of a very troublesome palen patient, surreptitiously poured some tincture of valerian, noted for its unpleasant smell, on the floor, He left the woman and the valerian to- gether, and when he returned found patient had fled, The woman with The ale That Holds Attentio The ordinary Shoe out. Not so with this remarkable selling campaign. Sale flashes for a few days than flickers There’s a reason for the selling—an object to attain—hence the pric- ing of the entire stock reveals to a wide-awake buying public an array of genuine values that there’s no getting away from. 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A surprised “humm” from the ad jutant broke like April thunder upon the sudden quiet issued these discharges myself last summer at mp Fremont, € J fornia, What are you doing here in these uniforms?” demanded the col- | onel. ‘The tall, gaunt unhappy one spoke again. “We shipped on a cargo boat | thru the Panama canal to Sweden and worked our way to Archangel. When we got into Petrograd the Bol- | sheviks grabbed us and made us go in their army, They sent us to the Si-| front, but managed to} sneak off after we'd been there a! couple of months and worked our | way on here, We want to go home| sked Lieut. | t i we ht” said the adjutant, “so you are the two fellows we've been look: | ing for—you're the ones who are re sponsible for all these reports that | American soldiers are deserting and | joining the Bolsheviks. “Perhaps you don’t care to remer ber that when you appeared before | me in Camp Fremont and applied for | discharges you made them on the | grounds that you were neutral complained to officials, but they re- fused to take any action. aliens, Here it is—written in my own handwriting. 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