The Prescott daily news., 1918-04-17

wheref She had her trade at her fin ger ends. and the storied once build ings of Vancouver assured her that any emcient stenographer could find work. But she looked up as she walked the streets at the high, ugly walls of brick and steel and stone, and her heart misgave her.
 At nightfall she went up to her room and threw herself wearily on the bed. She was tired. body and spirit, and lonely. Her brief experience in Cari- boo Meadows had not led her to look kindly on teaching as . means of live ihood. And stenographers seemed to be in demand. Wherefore, she req soned that wages would be high. With the list In her purse. she went down on Hastings-which runs like . huge ar tery through the heart of the city. with lesser streets crossing and d.vsrE- ing.
 But she made no application for em- ployment. For on the corner of Has tings and Seymour. as she gathered her skirt in her hands to cross the street. someone caught her by the arm and cried:
 Well, forevermore. if 1t isn't Hazel Weir"
 And she turned to find herself facing Lorraine Marsha Granville school chum-and Loraine's mother. Back of them, with wide and startled eyes. loomed Jack Barrow.
 He pressed forward while the two women overwhelmed Hazel with q hood of exclamations and questions. and extended his hand. Hazel accept ed the overture. She had long since gotten over her resentment against him. She was furthermore amazed to ind that she could meet his eve and take his hand without a single futter Of her pulse. It seemed strange. but she was glad of 1t.
 They stood 6 few minutes on the corner; then Mrs. Marsh proposed that they go to the hotel. where they could talk at their leisure and in comfort. Lorraine and her mother took the lead Barrow naturally fell into step with Hazel.
 rye been wearing sackcloth and ashes, Hazel" he said humbly. "Short- ly after you left. somebody on one of the papers ferreted out the truth of that Bush affair, and the vindictive old hounds reasons for that compromising legacy were set forth. Bush appears to have kept diary-and kept 1t post cd up to the day of his death-poured out all his feelings on paper. and re- peatedly asserted that he would win you or ruin you. And 1t seems that that night, after you refused to come to him when he was hurt, he called in his lawyer and made that codicil-and spent the rest of the time till he died gioating over the chances of 1t be- smirching your character"
 I've grown rather indifferent about it, Hazel replied impersonalIy. "But he succeeded rather easily. Even vou who should have known me better were ready to believe the very worst"
 i've paid for It," Barrow pleaded You don't know how I've hated myself loI Dcihs suSu Cdu. buI IL taught me lesson-if you'll not hold a grudge against me. I've wondered and worried about you, disappearing the way you did. Where have you been. and how have you been getting onf You surely look we'll" He bent an admlring glance on her.
 "Oh, I've been every place, and I can't complain about not getting on" she answered carelessly.
 For the life of her, she could not help making comparisons between the man beside her and another who she guessed would by now be bearing up the crest of the divide that overlooked the green and peaceful vista of forest and lake, with the Babine range lying purple beyond. She wondered if Roar ing Bill Wagstaff would ever, under any circumstances. have looked on her with the scornful, angry distrust that Barrow had once betrayed. Barrow's