The Mena weekly star., 1917-11-08

the deep cleft where Silver creek split mountain range in twain.
 Look around" said he. and tell me what you think of the House of Fyfe."
 There it stood, snow white, broad porched, new house reared upon the old stone foundation she remembered. The noon sun struck flashing on the windows. About it spread the living green of the grassy square. Behind that lowered the massive, dark hued background of the forest.
 "Ohi' she exclaimed. ''What wiz ard of construction did the work. That was why you fussed so long over those plans in Los Angeles thought it was to be this summer or maybe next winter. l never dreamed you were having 1t built right away"
 Well, isn't it rather nice to come home to?' he observed.
 Its dear, a honey looking place" she answered. "A beautiful site. and the house fits, that white and the red tiles. Is the big stone fireplace in the living room. Jack?"
 Yes, and one in pretty nearly every other room besides, he nodded Wood fires are cheerful"
 The Panther turned her nose shore ward at Fyfes word and soon slid in to the float, Jack and Stella went ashore Lefty Howe came down to trt. were stringing away from the camp. back to their work in the woods Some waved greeting to Jack Fyfe, and he waved back in the hail fellow fashion of the camps.
 Flows the frau, Lefty?" he inquired after they had shaken hands.
 Fine. Down to Vancouver Sisters sick" Howard answered laconically Houses all shipshEpe. Wanta eat here or up theref"
 Here at the camp until we get straightened around" Fyfe responded Tell Pollock to have something for us in about half an hour We'll go up and take a look"
 Howe swent in to convey this mes sage, and the two set of up the path. A sudden spirit of impishness made Jack Fyfe sprint. Stella gathered up her skirt and raced after him, but sudden shortness of breath overlook her, and she came panting to where Fyfe had stopped to wait.
 You'll have to climb hills and row and swim so you'l get some wind" Fyfe chuckled, "Too much easy liv- ing, lady"
 She smiled without making any reply to this sally. and they entered the house-the House of Fyfe, that was to be her home
 If the exterior had pleased her, she went from room to room inside with growing amaZement. Fyfe had finish ed from basement to attic without word to her that he had any such un- dertaEing in hand. Yet there was scarcely room in which she could not find the visible result of some ex- pressed wish or desire. Often during the winter they had talked over the matter of furnishings, and she recalled how unconsciously she had been led to make suggestions which he had stored up and acted upon. For the rest she found her husbands taste beyond criticism. There were drapes and rugs and prints and odds and ends that any woman might be proud to have in her home.
 You're an amazing sort of man, Jack" she said thoughtfully. "Is there anything you're not up to3 Even 6 Chinese servant in the kitchen. It's perfect"
 I'm glad you like it." he said. q hoped you would"
 "Who wouldntT' she cried impul- sively. T love pretty things. Wait till I get done rearranging"
 They introduced themselves to the immobile featured Celestial when they had jointly and severally inspected the house from top to bottom. Sam Foo gazed at them, listened to their account of themselves and disappeared.
 From that day on Stella found in he, hands the reins over a smooth, friction less, well ordered existence. Sam Foo proved himself such domestic treas ure as only the trained oriental can be. When the labor of an eight room dwell ing proved q little too much for him he urbanely said so. Thereupon at Fyfe's suggestion he imported fellow coun- tryman, another bland, silent footed model of efficiency i'll personal service. Thereafter Stellas task of supervision proved sinecure.
 tContinued Next Week. Whanaxtas. Xnas Need A 6eneral Tnnic