Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-01

SYNOPSIS
Estella Benton, left a penniless
orphan, goes to join her brother
Charlie, who is logging lumber in
British Columbia.
Continued
Sne ar1rmed this, and he took
her baggage, likewise her trunk
check when she asked how that ar
ticle would be transported to the
lake. She had some idea of route
and means from her brothers writ
ben instruction, but she thought he
might have been here to meet her. AT
least he would be at the Springs.
So she was whirled along a coun-
try road, jolted in the .tonneau be-
tween a fat man from Calgary and
a rheumatic dame on her way to
take hot sulphur baths at ST. ALI
woods. She passed seedy farm
houses, primitive in construction,
and big barns with moss plentifully
Clinging on roof and gable. The
stretch of charred stumps was left
far behind, but in every field of
grain and vegetable and root great
butts of fir and cedar rose amid the
crops. Her first indefinitely agree
able impression of this land, which
so far as she knew must be her
home, was of those huge and num-
erous stumps contending with crops
70 possession sf the fields.
At first she had been oVerpowered
with n sense of insigniticance utter
ly foreign to her previous expert
ence, but now she discovered with an
agreeable sensation of surprise she
60 70 RI, n lyn
while she communed with this pleas
ont discovery the car sped down a
straight stretch and around a cor
ner and stopped short to unload
sacks of mail at q weather-b beaten
yellow editice. its windows displaying
indiscriminately Indian baskets, gro
ceries and hardware. Northward
opened broad scope of lake level,
grit abound with tremendous peaks
whose lower slopes were banked
with thick forest.
Somewhere distant along that
lake shore was to be her home. AS
the car rolled over the 400 yards
between shore and white and green
st. Allwoods she wondered II Charlie
would be there to meet her. She
was weary of seeing strange faces.
of being directed, of being hustled
about.
But he was not there, and she re-
called that he never had been
notable for punctuality. Five years
is a long time. She expected to find
him changed for the better, in
certain directions. He had promised
to be there, but in this respect time
evidently had wrought no appreci-
able transformation.
She registered. was assigned
room and ate luncheon to the mel
ancholy accompaniment of q three
man orchestra struggling vainly
with Bach in an alcoVe' or the DIM
ing room. After that she began
to make inquiries. Neither clerk nor
manager knew aught of Charlie Ben
ton. They were both in their first
season there. They advised her to
ask the storekeeper.
"MacDougal will know" they
were agreed. HE knows everybody
around here and everything that goes
on"
The storekeeper. a genial. round
bodied Scotchman, haa the lntor-
maton desired.
Charlie Benton?" said he. mo;
he'll be at his map up the lake. He
was in three or four days backs. /
mind now he said he'd be down
Thursday. That's to-day. But he
isn't here yet, or his boat'd be by
the wharf yonder."
Are there any passenger boats
that call there?" she asked.
MacDougal shook his head.
Not reg'lar. There's a gas boat
goes t the head of the lake now an
then. She's away now. Ys might
hire a launch. Jack Fyfe's camp
tenders about to get under way.
But ye wouldna care to Ago on her,
I'm thinkin'. She'll be loaded wi
umberjacks-every man drunk as a
lord, most like. Maybe Benton'n be
in before night"
To be Continued