The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-22
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The Stanley d bore down Ben
tick Arm and on through Burke
Channel to the troubled waters OF
Queen Charlotte Sound. After
that she plowed south between
Vancouver Island and the rugged
foreshores where the Coast Range
dips to the sea, and, upon the
evening of the third day. she
swept across a harbor speckled
with shipping from all the seven
seas to her berth at the dock.
so Hazel came again to city
city that roared and beloved all
it's manifold noises in her ears,
long grown accustomed to a vast
and brooding silence. Mindful OF
Bill's parting word. she took a
hack to the Ladysmith.
And even though the hotel was
removed from the buslsess heart
OF the city. the rumble of the city's
herculean labors reached her far
into the night. But at last she fell
asleep, and dawn Of a clear spring
day awakened her.
She ate her breakfast, and set
forth on a shopping tour. To such
advantage did she put two of the
500 bills that by noon her imme-
date activity was at an end, and
she had time to think of her next
move.
Somehow she must find means
to return the unused portion OF
the--to here - enormous sum
Roaring Bill had placed In her
hands. She must make her own
living. The question that trou-
bled her was: How, and where?
She had her trade at her finger
ends, ans the stored office build
ings of Vancouver assured her
that any efficient stenographer
could find work.
But she made no application for
employment. For on the corner of
Hastings and Seymour, as she
gathered her skirt in her hand to
cross the street, some one caught
her by the arm, and cried:
We'll. forevermore, II 1t isn't
Hazel Weir!"
And she turned to find herself
facing Lorraine March, Gran
Vile school chum--and Lorraine
mother. Back of them, with wide
and startled eyes, doomed Jack
Barrow.
He pressed forward while the
two women overwhelmed Hazel
with flood of EXPLANATIONS and
questions. and extended his hand.
Hazel accepted the overture.
They stood few minutes on the
corner; and then Mrs. Marsh pro-
posed that they go to the hotel,
where they could talk at their leis-
ure and In comfort. Lorraine and
her mother took the lead. Bar
row naturally fell into step with
Hazel.
I've been wearing sackcloth
and ashes, Hazel" he said humb-
ly. And l guess you've got
about a million apologies coming
from everybody In Granville for
the shabby way they treated you.
Shortly after you left, somebody
on one OF the papers ferreted out
the truth Of that Bush affair and
the Wndictive old hounds reasons
for that compromising legacy
were set forth. IL seems this
newspaper fellow connected up
with Bush's secretary. Bush ap-
pears to have kept a diary = and
kept 1t posted up to the day of his
death-poured out all his feelings
on paper, and repeatedly asserted
that he would win you or ruin
you. And 1t seems that that night
after he was hurt. he called in
his lawyer and made that codical
and spent the rest of the time till
he died gloating over the chances
OF 1t besmirching your charac-
ter"
I've grown rather Indifferent
about It," Hazel replied imper-
sonally. But he succeeded rath-
er easily. Even you, who should
have known me better, were
ready to believe the very worst"
I've paid for it," Barrow
pleaded. "You don't know how
I've hated myself for being such
cad. But II taught me a lesson
If you'll not hold a grudge
against me. I've wondered and
worried about you, disappearing
the way you did. Where have
you been, and how have you been
getting on? You surely look
WELL" He bent an admiring
glance on her.
oh. I've been every place, and
| can't complain about not get
ting on" she answered carelessly.
For the life of her, she could
not help making comparisons be-
tween the man beside her and
another who she guessed would
by now be bearing up to the crest
OF the divide.
Hazel visited with the three of
them In the hotel parlor for a
matter of two hours, went to
luncheon with them, and at
luncheon Lorraine Marsh brought
up the subject Of her coming home
to Granville with them.
The Bush incident was dis
cussed and dismissed. On the
question of returning, Hazel was
noncommittal. The idea appealed
strongly to her. Granville was
home. She had grown up there.
There were a multitude of old
ties, associations, friends to draw