Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-10-06

But when lunch was over she was
at the end of her resources. Jack
Junior settled in his crib for a nap.
Fyfe went away to that area back
| of the camp where arose the crash
of falling trees and the labored puff
ing of donkey engines. She could
hear faint and far the voices of the
falling gangs that cried. Tim -ber-r"
She lCnged for some secluded place
to sit end think or try to stop think
ing. And without fully realizing the
direction she took she walked down
past tie camp, crossed the skid
road, stepping lightly over main line
and haul back at the donkey engi-
neer's warning and went along the
lake shore.
\ path wound through the belt of
brush and hardwood that fringed
the lake. Not until she had fol-
lowed this up on the neck of q little
promontory south of the bay did
: she remember with a shock that she
was approaching the place where
Monohan had begged her to meet
him. She looked at her watch. Two
thirty. She sought the shore line
he would come in spite of her re-
fusal. But to her great relief she
saw no sign of him. Probably he
had thought better of it. had seen
now as she had seen then that no
good and an earnest chance of evil
might come of such a clandestine
meeting, had taken her stand as
final
She was glad, because she did not
want to go back to the house. She
did not want to make the effort OF
wandering away in the other direc-
ton to find that restful peace of
woods and water. She moved up a
little on the point until she found
mosSy boulder and sat down on that,
resting her chin in her palms, look
ing ont over the placid surface of
the lake with Somber eyes.
And so Monohan surprised her
The knoll lay thick carpeted with
moss. He was within few steps
of her when a twig cracking under
foot apprised her of some ones ap-
proach. She rose, with an impulse
to fly, to escape a meeting she had
not desired. And as she rose the
breath stopped in her throat.
Twenty feet behind Monohan came
Jack Fyfe with his hunters stride
soundlessly over the moss, a rifle
dropping in the crook of his arm. a
sunbeam striking obliquely between
two frs showed her bis face plainly,
the faint curl of his upper lip.
Something in her look arrested
Monohan. He glanced around,
twisted about, froze im his tracks, his
back to her. Fyfe came up. or the
three he was the coolest, the most
riSorCusly self possessed. He
glanced from Monohan to his Wife,
back to Monohan. After that his
blue eyes never left the other mans
face.
What did I say to you yester-
day?" F'yfc opened his mouth at
last. But then I might have known
was wasting my breath on you!"
We'll" Monohan retorted insolently,
what are you going to do about it =?
This isn't the stone age"
F'yfe laughed unpleasantly.
Lucky for you. You'd have been
eliminated long ago." he said. NO
it takes the present age to produce
such rotten specimens as you"
y deep flush rose in Monohan's S
cheeks. He took a step toward Fyfe,
hts hands clinched.
You wouldn't say that if you
weren't armed" he taunted hoarsely.
mo? Fyfe cast the rifle to one
side. 1t fell with metallic clink
against 4 stone. 1T do say it, though,
you see. You are sort of yellow
dog, Monohan. You know it, and
you know that / know it. That's
why it stings you. to be told So"
Monohan stepped back and slipped
out of his coat. His face was Grim
son.
"Ill teach you something!" he
snarled.
He lunged forward as he spoke,
shooting a straight arm blow for
| Fyfc's face. 1t swept through empty
air, for Fyfe, poised on the balls of
his feet, ducked under the driving
, fist and slapped Monohan across the
mouth with the open palm of his
| hand.
Tag he said sardonically.
You're it,"
(To be continued.)