The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1918-04-11

ol-lne-Wuy ulSlrlct IN tne interior Oh
the province.
"NOw, that" Hazel thought.
She had sccOnd-class Certificate
tucked away among her belongings.
Originally 1t had been her intention to
teach, and she had done so one term
In bnckwoods school when she was
eighteen. With the ending Of the term
she had returned to Granville, studied
that winter, and got her second GER
tlllcate; but at the same time she had
taken buslness-college course, and
the following June found her clack-
ing typewriter mt nine dollars
week. And her teachers diploma had
remained In the bottom Of her trunk
ever since.
Unaccountably, 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.
and most of all, the West, held nlluring
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
n chance at one or two she found In
the Manitoba paper, but centerlng her
hopes on the country west of the
Rockies. Her savings in the bank
amounted to three hundred odd dol
lars, and cash in hand brought the
sum to n total of three hundred and
slXty-five. At any rate, she had suil-
cient to insure her living for quite
a long time. And she went 10 bed
feeling better than she had felt for
two weeks.
Very shortly hcreafter-almost, II
seemed, by return mail-IIazel got re-
plies to her letters of inquiry. The
fact that each and every one seemed
bent on securing her services aston
lshed her.
But the reply from Cariboo Mead
ows, b. C., 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 to IIa-
eel was n little kodak print inclosed
in the letter, showing the schOolhouse
The building itself was primitive
enough, of logs, with pOle-and-sod
roof. But 1t was the huge back
ground, the timbered mountains rising
to snowclnd heights against cloud
less sky, that attracted her.
She sat for a long time looking at
the picture, thinking. Here was the
concrete, visible prcsentment 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 II to be
purely local name. But the letter
told her that she would have to stage
II Il hundred and SiXty-fve miles north
from Ashcroft, B. c., where the writer
would meet her and drive her to the
Meadows.
"What country" she whispered.
ats wild; really, truly wild; and cv-
erything I've ever seen has been
tanned and Smoothed down, and made
cminently respectable and cOnven-
tiona long ago. That's the place.
That's where I'm going and I'm going
it blind. I'm not going to tell any
one-not even Kitty-until, like n
bear, I've gone over the mountain to
see what | can see"
Within an hour of that Miss Hazel
Weir had written TO accept the terms
offered by the Carlboo Meadows school
district and was busily packing her
trunk.