The Dolores star., 1918-11-22

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be in demand. Wherefore. she rea-
soned that wages would be high. With
the list in her purse she went down on
Hastings-which runs like huge ar
terry through the heart OF the city,
with lesser streets crossing and diverg-
ing.
But she made no application for en-
ployment. For on the corner Of Has
tlngs 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 it 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,
doomed Jack Barrow.
He pressed forward while the two
women overwhelmed Hazel with a
flood 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
find that she could meet his eye and
take his hand without single flutter
of her pulse. It seemed strange, but
she was glad of 1t.
They stood a 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 VIII
Hazel.
I've 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 rindiotive old
hounds reasons for that compromising
legacy were set forth. Bush appears
to have kept diary-and kept 1t post
ed 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
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smirching your character"
I've grown rather Indifferent about
It," Hazel regSIed impersonally. But
he succeeded rather easily. Even you,
who shGald have known me better,
were res4ty to believe the very worst"
I've paid for it." Barrow pleaded
you dol't know how I've hated myself
for being such cad. But it taught
me Iesson-if you'll not hold q
grudge against me. Ne wondered and
worried about YOU, disappearing the
way you did. = Where have You been,
and how have you been getting on7
You surely look we'll" He bent an
admiring 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 nOsy 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. Barrows
attitude was that Of little boy who
had broken some plaything in n fit of
anger and was now woefully trying to
put the pieces together again. 1t
amused her. Indeed. 1t afforded her n
distinctly un-Christian satisfaction
since she was not by nature of q meek
or forgiving spirit.
Hazel visited with the three of them
In the hotel parlor for matter of two
hours, went to luncheon with them,
end at luncheon Lorraine Marsh
brought up the subject of her coming
home to Granville with them. The
Bush Incident was discussed and dis
missed. On the question Of returning,
Hazel was noncomnittal.
"Of course you'll come! We won't
hear of leaving you behind. So you
can consider that settled" Lorraine
Marsh declared at last. "we're going
day after tomorrow. So is Mr.. Bar
row."
Jack walked with her out to the
Ladysmith, and, among other things,
told her how he happened to be IN the
eosst city.