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

LOraine and her mother took the lead.
Barrow naturally fell into step with
Hazel.
I've g 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 a diary-and kept it 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 it 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
gloatlng over the chances of 1t be-
smirching your character"
1--WE grown rather Indifferent about
It," Hazel replied im%personally. But
he succeeded rather easily. Even you,
who should have known me better,
were ready to believe the very worst"
"Fve paid for it," Barrow pleaded.
"You don't know how I've hated myself
for being such a cad. But it taught
me q 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 on?
You surely look we'll" He bent an
admiring glance on her.
ooh, I've been every place, and l
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 onc betrayed. Barrow's
attitude was that of a little boy who
had broken some plaything in q fit of
anger and was now woefully trying to
put the pieces together again. 1t
amused her. Indeed. it afforded her a
distinctly uni Christian satisfaction.
since she was not by nature of a meek
or forgiving spirit.
Hazel visited with the three If them
in the hotel parlor for a matter of two
hours, went to luncheon with them,
and 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 noncOmmittal.
"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
coast city.
"Pve been doing pretty well lately
he said. Il came out here on a deal
that involved about fifty thousand dol
lars. / closed it up just this morning
and the commission would just about
buy us that little house we had planned
once. Won't you let bygones be by
cones. HaZieT'
''Tt might be possible, Jack" she an.
swered slowly, "if 1t were not for the
fact that you took the most effective
means a man could have taken to kill
every atom of affection l had for you
I don't feel bitter any more-I simply
don't feel at ALL"
"But you WILL" he said eagerly
"Just give me q chance. I was a hot
; headed. Jealous fool, but I never viii
be again. Give me a chance, HSzel."
you'll have TO make your owl
chances" she said deliberately. 81 re
fuse to bind myself in any way. Why
should / put myself out to make yol
happy when you destroyed all the faitl
/ had in you? And l don't think In
|, going to care-except, perhaps, in
|, friendly way"
And with that Barrow had to b,
content.
At dusk of the following day she ant
Lorraine Marsh sat in a Pullman, fat
! tening their noses against the car win
dow, taking a last lock at the env!
, ron of Vancouver as the train rollet
through the outskirts of the city. Ha
, eel told herself that she was gOini
home. Barrow smiled friendly assur
ance over the seat.
a Even so, she was restless, far fror
= content. There was something lack
ing. At half after eight she called tn
porter and had him arrange her sectio
for the night. And she got into bee
thankful to he by herself, depresse
without reason.
She slept for n time. her sleep brC
e ken into by morbid dreams, ami ever
n tually she Weakened to find her eyes flu
of tears. She did not know why sh
should cry, but cry she did till her nj
low grew moist-and the heavy feelin
g in her breast grew, if anything, MOI
intense.
Il She switched on the tiny electr+
bulb over her head, and fumbled
her purse for another handkerchie
% Her fingers drew forth, with the bit
a linen, a folded sheet of paper, whiC
$, seemed to hypnotic her, so fixedly d
t she remain looking at it. A sheet
e plain white paper, marked with do
and names and crooked lines tn
10 stood for rivers, with shaded patch,
ID that meant mountain ranges she hi
er seen-Bill Wagstaff's map.
ut She stared at it a long time. TIL,
she found her time table, and ran alol
le the interminable string of static
at names till she found Ashcroft, fro