The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-06-08

watford of oregon State, called by his friends the :'Cattle King" was, with his only daughter Mollie, returning from an extended European tour Miss Mollie was a bright, charming impulsive, tp-to-date American girl, hitherto heart-whole. But the said heart, now softened by prospects or .eturning h& ne. began to feel ten ter interest 'iu the handsome, sad browed young giant who kept so 10 himself. All the little friendly girl ish overtures which she at first made were received with unfailing courte- sy; but as they were not reciprocated she became towards him what in
 asipse physical endownents would be suIky. mood in a pretty girl ..I0sG uanSelvas to IAs peace Of ln.na of any young man unprotected by ,sevious attachment. But Harold had
 anifold protection. Not only did Love
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 N~ftfnS fo- fiun, when the time should have arrived.
 The other Araerican ra.ni4y consist ed of Andrew Stonehouse, the great iron master and contractor. who, with his wife and little daughter, his only child, was making his way west.
 0lOACl1OhSG WAO Q AGAAA4A 6e1OAO hAAH +-t his way. a typical product of the An- glo-Saxon under American conditions. By unremitting work he had at thir- ty achieved a great fortune, which had, however, been up to then entirely in vested and involved in his business.
 HoIyever. the colossal plant ar his disposal, and by aid of the fine character which he had won for hon esty and good work. he was able with in the next ten years to pileup for tune vast even in a nation where null ti-millionaires are scattered about freely. Then he had married, wisely and happily. But no child had come to crown the happiness Of the pair who so loved each other till good many years had come and gone. Naturally the enid was idolized by her parents, and thereafter every step taken by either was with an eye to her good. When the rigor of winter and the heat of summer told on the child in < way which the more hardy parents had never felt. she was whirled away to come place with more promising conditions of health and happiness. Palm Beach, the Green Mountains, Los Angeles. Banff--that wonderful plateau in the Canadian Rockies. had been tried, and with good success. When the doctors hinted that an ocean voy- age and a winter in Italy would be good. those too were duly undertaken. And now, the child being in perfect health. the family was returning be- fore the weather should get too hot to spend the summer at their chalet amongst the great pines on the slopes of Mount Ranier. Like the others on board, MT. and Mrs. Stonehouse had progered travellers civilities to the sad. lonely, young man. As to the others. he had shown thanks for their gracious courtesy; but friendship. as Tn other cases, did not advance, The Stonehouses were not in any way cha grined: their lives were too happy and too full for them to take needless of- fence. They respected the young mans manifest desire for privacy; and there, so far as they were concerned. the matter rested.
 But this did not suit the child. Pearl was sweet little thing, real blue eyed, golden haired iittie fairy. full of loving kindness. She insisted on friendship with him; insisted shame lessly, with the natural inclination of innocence which rises high above shame. Even the half-hearted pro- tests of the mother, who loved to see the child happy, did not deter her. When Mrs. Stonehouse would say:
 There. darling! You must be care- full not to annoy the gentleman" Pearl would turn a rosy all-commandinE face to her and answer:
 stBut, mother, I want him to play with me. You must play with mel! Then, as the mother would look 9, him, he would say quickly and with genuine heartiness too:
 "Oh please, madam, do let her play with mel Come, Pearl" Then ths | child would spring on his knee with l a cry of delight, and their games be- | gan.
 The presence of the child and her l little loving ways were unutterably sweet to Harold; but his pleasure was always followed by pain that rent now so far away. and of those times l that seemed so long since gone by. In the long hours of the sea voyage l the friendship between her and the man grew. and grew. He was the big. | gest and strongest and therefore most | lovely thing on board the ship, and that suficed her. AS for him, the child manifestly loved and trusted him, and | that was all-in-al to his weary, des- | o1ate heart.
 The fifth day out the weather began ! to change; or perhaps 1t was that the ship on her journey ran into a different | zone of weather. That a storm had been in this belt was evident. for the waves grew more and more mountains
 
 shio advanced west. Not even the ! great bulk and weight of the ship which ordinarily drove through the | seas without pitch or roll, were proof against the waves so gigantic that their moving slopes were as vast and l as steep as the fields on a mountain farm. The Scoriac rose with them; seemed to top them as they died away under her keel: then as they passed the screws. left exposed in the empty air. raced till the great ship trembled and the captain had to consider whe- ther he had not better lie by for a while lest his gear should take injury Then the wind began to roar. Wind at sea, which whistles in the tophamp- CT. can be alarming. but 1t has it's pleasant possibilities; but wind which roars makes a sound of dread. This wind grew hercer and fercer. coming in roaring squalls from the southwest. Most of those on board were alarmed, for the great waves were very dread full to see. and the sound of the wind was a trumpet call to fear.
 The sick stayed down in their cab ins: the rest found an interest if not a pleasure on deck, Amongst the lat ter were the Watford and Stonehouse families, all of whom were old travel CTS. Even Pearl had already had more sea-voyages than falls to most people in their lives. AS for Harold. the storm seemed to come quite naturally to him. Those rough voyages of his forebears amongst northern seas though they had been thousand years back, had left traces on his imagina- tion, his blood. his nerves! AS the
 storm increased so his spirits rose fn