Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-03-01
CHAPTER vnI-contInued.

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Hazel went out Co the rail. Bill
Wagstar had disappeared, but present
~ she caught sight Of him standing on
the shore end of the wharf, his hands
thrust deep in his coat pockets, staring
after the steamer. Iiazel waved the
envelope that she still held in her hand.
Now that she was Independent of him,
she felt magnanlmGus. forgiving-and
suddenly very much alone, as II she
had dropped back into the old, depress-
Ing Granville atmosphere. But he gave
M answering sign save that he turned
on the instant and went up the hill to
where his horses stood tied among the
hdddled buildings. And within twenty
minutes the Stanley d turned n jutting
point. and Bella Coola was lost to view.
Hazel went back into her stateroom
and sat down on the berth. Presently
she opened the envelope. There was a
thick fold of bills, her ticket, and both
were wrapped In q sheet Of paper pen
ciled with dots and crooked lines. She
laid II aside and counted the money.
Heavens r she whispered. II wish
he hadn't given me so much. II didn't
need all that"
For Roaring Bill had tucked a dozen
one-hundrcd-doilar notes In the enve
iope. And. curiously enough, she was
not offended. only wishful that he had
been less generous. Then she took up
the map. recognizing 1t as the sheet
OF paper Bill had worked over so long
their last night at the cabin.
Il made the North more clear-a
great deal more clenr-to her, for he
had marked Cariboo Meadows, the To-
cation Of his cabin. and Bella Coda,
and drawn dotted lines to indicate the
way he had taken her in and brought
her out.
She put away the money and the
map. and bestowed a brief scrutiny
upon herself In the cabin mirror. Six
months In the wild had given her n
Yuddy color, the glow of perfect phys
zeal condition. But her garments were
battered and sadly out Of date. The
wardrobe Of the steamer-trunk lady
had suffered In the winters wear. She
was barely presentable in the outing
suit OF corduroy.
The Stanley D.. upon the evening Of
rhe third day. turned into Barnard Inlet
and swept across n harbor speckled
with shipping from all the Seven Seas
10 her berth at the dock.
SO Hazel came again to a city-a
city that roared and beloved all its
manifold noises In her ears, long
grown accustomed to n vast and brood
Ing silence. Mindful of Bills parting
word. she took n hack to the Lady.
smith. And even though the hotel was
removed from the business heart of the
city. the rumble Of the city's her
culean Iabors reached her far into the
night. At last she fell asleep, and
dawn Of a clear spring day awakened
her.
She ate her breakfast, and set forth
on a shopping tour. To such advan.
tage did she put two of the hundred.
dollar bills that by noon she was mr.
rayed in n s~emi-tailored suit Of gray
spring hat. shoes and gloves to match
she felt onc more at ease, less con
scious that people stared ut her frayeC
and curious habiliments. With a com
plete outfit Of lingerie purchased, ant
n trunk in which to store 1t forwarded
to her hotel. her immediate activity
was at an end. and she had time Il
think of her next move.
And, brought face to face with that
she found herself at something of
loss. She had no desire to go back {,
CariboO Meadows. even to get VIVA
few personal treasures she had lef
behind. CaribOo Meadows was wipe,
on the slate as far as she IA con
cerned. Nevertheless, she must max
her way. Somehow she must find
means to return the unused portion o
ihe-to her-enormous sum Roarin
Bin had placed in her hands. She mus
make her own living. The question
that troubled her was: How. an
where? She had her trade at her fir
ger ends. and the stOried Office builC
ings Of Vancouver assured her tina
any efficient s~tenographer could fin
work. But she looked up as sh
walked the streets at the high, ugl
walls of brick and steel and stone, an
her heart mlsgave her.
At nightfall she went up to her ROOF
and threw herself YEARLY on the be-
She was tired, body and spirit, an
lonely. Her brief experience in Car
hoo Meadows had not led her to loo
kindly on teaching MS a means Of liv,
lihOod. And stenographers seemed
he In demand. Wherefore. she rel
soned that wages would be high. Wit
the list In her purse, she went down Q
Hastings-which runs like a huge a
terry through the heart of the cit
with lesser streets crossing and diver
ing.
But she made no application for er
2Ioyrlent. For on the corner OF Ha
fiugs and Seymour, as she gathert
her skirt in her hands to cross II
street. someone caught her by the ar
and cried
"well, forevCrmore, If It isn't Haz
weirr'
And she turned TO find herself facir
Lorraine Marsha Granville scho
rhum-and Loraine's mother. Back
them, with wide and startled eye
doomed Jack Barrow.
He pressed forward while the tV
women overwhelmed Hazel with
Hood Of ordinations and question
and extended his hand. Hazel acceI
ed the overture. She had long sin
gotten over her resentment agair
him. She was furthermore amazed
find that she could meet his eye a
mke bis hand without n single 1utt
OF her pulse. II seemed strange, b
she was glad Of Il.
They Rt5Od n few minutes on I
corner thtn Mrs. Marsh proposed tn