The Arvada enterprise., 1918-08-08

elamor, but had become thlns 20
fee from. She bestowed glad pres
sure on her husbands arm as tney
walked up the street. Bill carrying tne
sack Of gold perched carelessly on one
shoulder.
"say, their enterprise has gone tne
length of establishing branch penA
here. I see"
he called her attention to square
footed edifice, its new-boarded waAs
as vet guiltless Of paint, except wnere
a row Of black letters set forth tnat
It was the Bank Of British North
America. ..,.
"Thats a good place to stow tnls
bullion" he remarked. Il want TO set
it of my hands,"
80 to the bank they bent their steps,
A solemn, horse-faced Englisnman
weighed the gold, and issued Bill a re.
ceipt, expressing a polite regret tnat
lack of facility to determine Its nne-
ness prevented him from converting "
into cash.
"That means a trip to Vancouver
Bill remarked outside. swell, we can
stand that"
From the bank they went to the
hotel, registered, and were shown 10
a room. For the first time since the
summit Of the Klappan Range, where
her tiny hand glass had suffered dis-
aster. Hazel was permitted clear
view Of herself In a mirror.
"Tm a perfect fright" she mourued.
"Huh!" Bill grunted. you're all
right. Look at me-"
The trail had dealt hardly with both'
In the matter of their personal appear
ance. Tanned to an abiding brown
they were, and Hazels one-tme
smooth face was spotted with fly bites
and marked with certain scratches
suffered In the brush as they skirted
the Kispiox. Her hair had lost its
sleek, glossy smoothness Of arrange
ment. Her hands were reddened and
rough. But chiefly she was concerned
with the sad state Of her apparel. She
had come a matter Of four hundred
miles in the clothes on her back-and
they bore unequivocal evidence Of the
journey.
I'm a perfect fright" she repeated
pettishly. "One's manners, morals,
clothing. and complexion all suffer
from too close contact with your BE-
loved North. BILL"
'Thanks!" he returned shortly. II
suppose I'm q perfect fright, too. Lons
hair, whiskers. grimy, calloused hands
) and all the rest Of It. A shave and q
hair cut, q bath and . new suit Of
clothes will remedy that. But I'll be
the same personality in every essential
quality that I was when I sweated
over the Klappan with hundred
pounds on my back"
II hope so," she retorted. II don't
require the shave. thank goodness, but
certainly need q bath-and clothes
I wish had the gray suit that's prob
ably getting all moldy and moth-eater
at the Pine River cabin. wonder Il
I can get anything At to wear herer
"Women live here" Bill returned
quietly. land suppose the stores sup
ply 'em with duds. Unlimber thai
bank roll Of yours, and do some shop
ping"
She sat ON the edge Of the bed, 70
garding her rejection In the mirrol
with extreme disfavor. Bill nngeret
his thick stubbls Of . beard for I
thoughtful minute. Then he at down
beside her.
"What's q mollah, honr he wheed
led. "What makes you such crosss
patch all at oncsr'
"Oh. I don't know" she answsrs,
dolefully. I'm tired and hungry. an
I look . frisht-and-oh. Just svssy
thing"
tut. ruti" he demonstrated good
naturedly. THAT'S Just mood again
We're out Of the woods, literally an
ngufauvely. II you're hungry, let's 4,
and see what We can make this hots
produce In the way Of grub. bsfor,
We do anything else"
II wouldn't 90 into their dinins
room looking like this for the world.
she said decidvely.
"All right; you 20 shopping. then,
he proposed. while I take these fur
up to old Hacks place and turn then
into money. Then we'll dress, an,
make this hotel feed M the bes
they've got Cheer up. Maybe It Va
, tough on You to slice Q year out o
, your life and leave II In q couutr
= where there's nothing but woods an'
D eternal silenee-but we've got aroun'
twenty thousand dollars to show 70
3 It. Hasel. And one can't get soml
! thing for nothing. There's q pyte
. mark on It somewhere. always. D
my good little pal-and ses II you can
, make one Of these stores dig up
! white waist and black skirt, like 70
!. had on the drst time saw You"
s He kissed her. and went quickly o.,
!. And aftsr long time Of sober starin
. at her image In the glass Hassl shoo
herself impatientiy.
OIL I'm q silly. selfish. incompetent n,
!. tie beast" she whispered. '.Btll oust
!. to thump me. instead Of being kin<
, ! can't do anything. and don't kuo,
much. and I'm Q scarscrow for iook
!. right now. And ! started out to b
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