The Lamar register., 1918-04-24

She put aside the letter and dressed
while Bill had his bath. Then, with
the smoke and CRIME of a hard trail
obliterated, and with decent clothes
upon them, they sought the dining
room. There, while they waited to be
served, Hazel read Lorraine AIarsh's
letter, and passed 1t 10 Bill with a
self-conscious little laugh.
There's an invitation there we
might accept" she said casually.
He returned the letter us the walt
ress brought their food.
Wouldn't it be nice to take IA trip
home?" Hazel suggested thoughtfully.
I'D nve to-
1--WE are going home.g Bill reminded
gently.
'"Oh, of course,S she smiled. But
l mean to Granville. I'd like to go
back there with you for while, just
to-just to
"To show 'em." he supplied lacon-
ically.
"Oh, Bill =" she pOuted.
Nevertheless, she could not deny
that there was measure of truth in
his brief remark. She did want to
show EN-"
She looked acros the table ut her
husband. and thought to herself with
proud satisfaction that she had done
well. Viewed from any angle whatso-
ever. Bill Wagstaff stood head and
shoulders above all the men she had
ever known. Big. physically and men
tally, clean-minded and capnble-in-
dubitably she had captured a lion,
and. though she might have denied
stoutly the imputation. she wanted
Granville to see her lion and hear him
roar.
"Stlll thinking Granvillef" Bill
queried, when they had finished an
uncommonly silent meal.
Hazel flushed slightly. She was.
and momentarily she felt that she
should have been thinking of their lit
tie nest up by Pine River Pass instead.
She knew that Bill was honiRg to the
cubin. She herself regarded 1t with
affection, but of II different degree from
his. Her mind was more occupied
with another, more palpltating circle
of life than was possible at the cabin,
much as she appreciated It's green and
peaceful beauty. The sack of gold
lying n,the bank had somehow opened
up far-aung possibilities. She skipped
the interval of affairs which she knew
must be attended to. and betook her
self and Bill to Granville, thence to
the bigger, older cities. where money
shouted in the voice of command.
where all things were possible TO those
who had the price.
But she was beginning TO know
this husband of hers too well to pro-
pose anything of the sort abruptly.
Behind his tenderness ana patience
she had sometimes glimpsed some
thing infiexlble. unyieldlng as the will
derness he loved. So she merely an
swered:
in a way, yes"
Lets go outside where can smoke
u decent cigar on top of this fairly
decent meal" he suggested. Then
wen figure on the next move. think
about twenty-four hours In Hnzelton
will do me. There's a steamer goes
down-river tomorrow.Y
-Four days later they stood on the
deck of u srimy little steamer breast
ing the outgoing tide that surged
through the First Narrows. Presently
they swung around Brockton Point.
and Vancouver spread Its peninsular
clutter before them. Tugs and
launches pufred by. about their harbor
traffic. A ferry clustered black with
-. IuIat Inf
even above the hurbor noises, across
the intervening distance they could
hear the vibrant hum of the indus
trial hive.
She had no regrets when Bill con-
fined their stay to the time necessary
to turn his gold into bank account.
and allow her to buy "A trunkful. more
or less. of pretty clothes. Then they
bore on eastward and halted at Ash