The Mena weekly star., 1917-09-27

Little, Brown & Co.
 length of time. You can't tell when you may have to call on your neighbor or the fellow working for you in mat ter of life and death almost A man couldn't possibly maintain the same att titude toward bunch of loggers work ing under him that would be considered proper back where we came from Take me. for instance, and my case is no different from any man operating on moderate scale out here I'd get the reputation of being swell headed and they'd put me in the hole at every turn. They wouldn't care what they did or how it was done. Ten to one | couldn't keep capable working crew three weeks on end. On the other hand. take bunch of loggers on a payroll work ing for i man that meets them on an equal footing why, they'll go to h. and back again for him. They're as loyal as soldiers to the flag They're a mighty self sufficient. independent lot these lumberjacks. and that goes for most everybody knocking about in this
 ountry -loggers, prospectors, miners settlers and all If you're what they term all right yon can do anything and they'll back you up. If you go to putting on airs and trying to assert yourself as superior being they'll go out of their way to hand you packages of trouble"
 T sec" she observed thoughtfully. "Ones compelled by circumstances to practice democracy"
 Something like that" he responded carelessly and went on eating his sup per.
 T should have been q man." Miss Es- tella Benton pensiyely remarked "Then l could put on oyeralls and make my self useful instead of drone There doesn't seem to D, B hing here I can do. I could keep house-on>y you haven't any house 10 keep there fore no need of housekeeper"
 "Say. Stell, can you cook?' asked her brother.
 "A little" Stella rejoined guardedly "why do ysu ask?y
 "Why, yosIr wall about being man and putting on overalls and digging in reminded me that if you liked you may have chance to get on your apron and show us what you can do" he laughed. "Matt's about due to go on tear. He's been on the water wagon now about his limit. The first man that comes along with a bottle of whisky Matt will get it and quit and head for town was wondering If you could keep the gang from starving to death if that happen ed. The last time had to get in and cook for two weeks myself. And can't run a logging crew from the cook shanty very we'll"
 T dare say could manage" Stella returned dubiously. This seems to he a terrible place for drinking Is 1t the accepted thing to get drunk at all times and in publicw
 Its about the only excitement there is," Benton smiled tolerantly. T guess there is no more drinking out here than any other part of this North American continent Only a man here gets drunk openly and riotously without any effort to hide it and without it being consid- cred anything but a natural lapse. That's one thing you'll have to get used to out here, Stell-I mean that what vices men have are all on the surface. We don't get drunk secretly at the club and sneak home in a taxi Oh, well, we'll cross the bridge when we come to it. Matt may not break out for weeks"
 He yawned openly.
 Sleepy" Stella inquired.
 T get up every morning between 4 and B." he replied, "and can go to sleep any time after supper"
 T think I'll take walk along the beach," she said abruptly.
 "All right, Don't hike into the woods and get lost, though"
 She circled the segment Of bay, climb ed low, rocky point and found her self a seat on a fallen tree. Outside the lake heaved uneasily, still dotted with whitecaps whipped up by the southerly gale. At her feet surge after surge hammered the gravelly shore Far through the woods behind her the wind whistled and hummed among swaying tops of giant fir and cedar There was heady freshness in that rolliclzing wind, an odor resinous and pungent mingled with that elusive smell of green growing stuff along the shore. Beginning where she sat, tree trunks rose in immense brown pillars, running back in great forest naves, shadowy always, f1oored with green moss laid in rich, soft carpet for the wood sprites' feet. Far beyond the long grad ual lower slope lifted a range of saw backed mountains, the sanctuary Of wild goat and bear, and across the roll ing lake lifted other mountains sheer from the waters edge, peaks rising above timber line in majestic contour, their pinnacle crests grazing the clouds that scudded before the south wind.
 Beauty? Yes. A wild, imposing grandeur that stirred some responsive chord fin her. If one only could live amid such surrounding with content ed mind. she thought, the wilderness would have compensations of its own. She had an uneasy feeling that isola- tion from everything that had played an important part in her life might be the least depressing factor in this new existence. She could not view the rough and ready standards of the woods with much equanimity-not as she had that day seen them set forth. These things were bound to be a part of her daily