Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-02-02

dear know X people as l do. / can't
blame you for wanting to be where
their nasty tongues can't wound You. "
But Hazel was obdurate. She would
not inflict herself on the one friend
She had left. And Kitty, after n short
talk, berated her affectionately for
her independence and rose to go.
For" said she, 81 didn't get hold of
this thing till Addie Horton called Mt
the hotel this afternoon. and I didn't
stop to think that IL was near teatime
but came straight here. Jimmiell
think I've eloped. So ta-ta. I'll come
out tomorrow about two. / have 70
confab with house agent In the fore
noon By-by."
Hazel sat down and actually smiled
when Kitty was gone. Somehow n
grievous burden had fallen off her
mind. Likewise, by some psycholog-
ical quirk, the idea of leaving Gran.
vile and making her home elsewhere
no longer struck her as running away
under fire. She felt that she could
adventure forth among strangers in
a strange country with a better heart.
knowing that Kitty Brooks would put
a swift quietus ON any gossip that
came her way.
So that Hazel went down to the din
ing room light-heartedly, and when the
meal was finished came back and fell
TO reading her papers. The first of
the Western papers was Vancouver
World. In a real-estate mans half
page she found diminutive sketch
plan of the city on the shores of Bur
rHrd inlet, Canada's principal outpost
on the far Pacific.
It's quite big place" she muir
INJURED absently. zone would be far
enough away there. goodness knows"
Then she turned to the Help
Wanted" advertisements. And down
near the bottom of the column she
happened on an inquiry for school
teacher, female preferred, in an out
of-the-way district in the interior of
the province.
"Now, that" Hazel thought.
She had a second-cass certificate
tucked away among her belongings.
Originally it had been her intention to
teach, and she had done so one term
in backwoods school when she was
eighteen. With the ending of the term
she had returned to Granville, studied
that winter, and got her second GER
tificate; but Mt the same time she had
taken a business-coIlege course. and
the following June found her clacli-
ing a typewriter at nine dollars a
week. And her teachers diploma had
remained in the bottom of her trunk
ever since.
UnaCc0untably, since Kitty Brooks
visit. she found herself itching to turn
her back on Granville and its unpleas-
ant associations. She did not attempt
to analyze the feeling. Strange lands
promise. One thing was certain
Granville for all she had been born
there, and grown to wOmanhood there
was now no place for her. The very
people who knew her best would make
her suffer most
She spent that evening going thor
oughly over the papers and writing
letters to various school boards, taking
chance Mt one or two she found in
the Manitoba paper, but centering her
hopes on the country west Of the
Rockies Her savings Ia the bank
amounted to three hundred odd dol
lars, and cash in hand brought the
sum to a total of three hundred and
SiXty-fve. At any rate, she had sufli.
Cient TO insure her living for quite
a long time And she went to bed
feeling better than she had felt for
two weeks
Very shortly thereafter almost II
seemed, by return mail-Hazel got re-
plies to her letters Of inquiry. The
fact that each and every one seemed
bent on securing her services aston.
ished her.
But the reply from Cariboo Mead
ows, B. G., the first place she had
thought of. decided her The member
Of the school board who replied held
forth the natural beauty of the coun-
try as much as he did the advantages
of the position. The thing that per
haps made the strongest appeal 10 la
gel was Il little Kodak print inclosed
In the letter, showing the schoolhouse.
The building itself was primitive
enough, of logs. with n pole-and sod
roof. But it was the huge back
ground. the timbered mountains rising
to snowclad heights against cloud
less sky, that attracted her
She sat for q long time looking Mt
the picture, thinking. Here was the
concrete visible presentment of some
thing that drew her strongly. She
found an atlas. and looked up Carl
boo Meadows on the map II was not
to be found, and Hazel Judged It to be
purely local name. Buj The letter
told her that she would have TO stage
1t q hundred and sixty five miles north
from Ashcroft y. G., where the writer
would meet her and drive her to the
Meadows.
"What q country" she whispered
IT'S wild: really. truly wild ana cv-