The Prescott daily news., 1918-04-17

udu DiOhCh SOlbC ehiAo AA VI At VA anger and was now woefully trying to put the pieces together again. It amused her.
 Hazel visited with the three If them in the hotel parlor for 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'n 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 MT. 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.
 'Tve been doing pretty well lately" he said. 'I came out here on deal that involved about fifty thousand dol lars. closed 1t 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 zones. Hazie"
 '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 had for you. don't feel bitter any more-I simply don't feel at all"
 "But you will" he said eagerly. "Just give me a chance. was hot headed, Jealous fool, but I never will be again. Give me a chance, Hazel"
 "You1l have to make your own chances" she said deliberately. "I re- fuse to bind myself in any way. Why should put myself out to make you happy when you destroyed all the faith I had in you? And I don't think I'm going to care-except, perhaps, in . friendly way"
 And with that Barrow had to be content.
 At dusk of the following day she and Lorraine Marsh sat in a Pullman. nat tening their noses against the car win dow, taking a last look at the envi- rons of Vancouver as the train rolled through the outskirts of the city. Ha- gel told herself that she was going home. Barrow smiled friendly assur- snce over the seat.
 Even so, she was restless, far from AtA lea 1A ing. At half after eight she called the porter and had him arrange her section for the night. And she got into bed, thankful to be by herself, depressed without reason
 She slept for time, her sleep bro ken into by morbid dreams, and even- tually she wakened to find her eyes full of tears.
 She switched on the tiny electric bulb over her head, and fumbled in her purse for another handkerchief. Her fingers drew forth. with the bit of linen. folded sheet of paper, which seemed to hypnOtize her, so fixedly did she remain looking at it. A sheet of plain white paper, marked with dots and names md crooked lines that stood for rivers. with shaded patches that meant mountain ranges she had seen-Bill WagstafY's map.
 She stared at it long time. Then she found her time table, and ran along the interminable string of station names till she found Ashcroft, from whence northward ran the Appian way of British Columbia, the Cariboo road. over which she had journeyed by stage. She noted the distance. and the limit eds hour of arrival. and looked at her watch. Then a feverish activity took hold of her. She dressed, got her suitcase from under the berth, and stuffed articles into 1t. regardless of order.
 That done, she set her suitcase in the aisle. and curled herself in the berth, with her face pressed close against the window. A whimsical smile played about her mouth. and her fingers tap-tapped steadily on the purse, wherein was folded Bill Wag- staffs map.
 And then out of the dark ahead cluster of lights winked briefly, the shriek of the limited's whistle echoed up and down the wide reaches of the North Thompson, and the coaches came to stop. Hazel took one look to make sure. Then she got softly into the aisle, took up her suitcase, and left the car. At the steps she turned to give the car porter a message.
 Tell Mrs. Marsh-the lady in lower i've" she said, with dollar to quicken his faculties, that Miss Weir had to