Free trader-journal. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1916-1920, 1917-08-28

EdSv street. however, Tue pOOT Olu
HAP didn't get around to 1t. sup
pose. like lots Of other business men.
when he stopped everything ran down.
According to Lander's figures, there
won't be q, thing left when all &C.
counts are squared"
Don't talk about 1t, Charlie" she
begged Its too near, and l was
through 1t all"
Il would have been there too" Ben.
ton said, but, as l told you ! was
out Of reach Of your wire, and by the
time got 1t 1t was all over. couldn't
have done any good, anyway. There's
no use mourning. One way and an
other we've all got to come to 1t some
day"
Stella looked out over the placid,
shimmering surface Of Roaring lake
for q minute. Her grief was dimming
with time and distance, and she had
all her own young life before her. She
found herself drifting from painful
memories of her fathers sudden death
to a consideration OF things present
and personal. She found herself Won
dering critically If this strange, rude
land would work as many changes in
her as were patent In this bfonzed and
burly brother.
Are there many people living around
this lake," she inquired 1T Is surely
beautiful spot. II We had this at
home there would be a summer cot
tage on every hundred yards Of shore"
BE a long time before we get to
that stage here Benton returned
And scenery in B. G. Is a drug on the
market. We've got Europe backed OF
the map for tourist attractions. II they
only knew 1t. No, about the only sum-
mer home In this locality IL the Abbey
place at Cottonwood Point They come
up here every summer for two or three
months. Otherwise | don't know Of
any lilies Of the field, barring the hotel
people, and they, being purely tran
sient don't count. There's the Abbey.
Monohan outfit with two big logging
camps, my outfit, Jack Fyfe's, some
hand loggers on the east shore and the
r. A. T. at the head OF the lake. That's
the population. and Roaring lake is for.
ty-two miles long and eight wide"
Are there any nice girls around p
she asked
! Benton grinned widely.
"Girs?' said he. Not so you could
notice. Outside the Springs and the
hatchery over the way. there isn't a
white woman on the lake except Lefty
Howe's wife-Leftys Jack Fyfes fore
man-and she's fat and past forty. |
told you 1t was a God forsaken hole
as far as society IL concerned. Stell."
Il know" she said thoughtfully.
But one can scarcely realize such a
such social Darkness until one ac-
tually experiences 1t. Anyway, don t
know but III appreciate utter quiet
for awhile. But what do you do with
yourself when you're not workIng?'
There's seldom any such time" he
answered. II tell you, Stella, I've got
a big job on my hands. I've got a def
mite mark to shoot at, and I'm going
to make bullseye In spite Of h. and
high water. ! have no time to play,
aud there's no place to play II had.
| don't intend to mndde along making
II plttance like II hand logger ! want
n stake. And then it'll he time to
make a splnrse In country where a
man can get II run for his money
IF that's the case" she observed
I'm likely to be handicap to you
am not?"
Lord. no." be smiled. I'm put you
to work, too, when you get rested up
from your trip. You stick with me, sis
and Aoull wear diamonds"
She laughed with him at this, and
leaving the shady maple, they walked
up to the hotel. where Benton proposed
that they get canoe and paddle ia
where Roaring river nowpd out Of the
lake half u mile westward 10 Kill int
lllue mat mns, eiapse before the BIB
train
GRO BE CONTINUED