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dear. knowing people as / do. can't
| blame you for wanting to be where
their nasty tongues can't wound you"
But Hazel was obdurate. She would
not infiict herself on the one friend
she had left And Kitty. after a short
| talk, berated her affectionately for
her independence and rose to go.
"Eor," said she. 81 didn't get hold of
| this thing till Addie Horton called at
the hetel this afternoon, and didn't
stop to think that 1t was near teatfme,
but came straight here. JImmieTl
think I've cloped. So ta-ta. I'll come
| out tomorrow about two. I have to
confab with a house agent In the fore
noon. By-by..
Hazel sat down and actually smiled
| when Kitty was gone. Somehow a
grievous burden had fallen of 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 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 a Vancouver
World. In a real-estate mans half
page she found a diminutive sketch
plan Of the city on the shores of Bur
rard inlet. Canada's principal outpost
on the far Pacific.
Its quite a 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 a 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-class certificate
| tucked away among her belongings.
Originally 1t had been her intention to
| teach, and she had done so one term
| in a 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 at the same time she had
| taken a business-college course, and
| ing a typewriter at 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 alluring
promise. One thing was certain:
Granville, for all she had been born
| there, and grown to wofnanhood 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
| a chance at one or two she found in
the Manitoba paper, but centering 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 a total of three hundred and
sixty-five. At any rate. she had sufi-
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 Observation-Disclosures, 1t
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. 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-
hays made the strongest appeal to Ha-
eel was a little kodak print inclosed
in the letter. showing the schoolhouse.
The building itself was primitive
enough, of logs. with a pole-and-sod
roof But it was the huge back
ground the timbered mountains rising
to snowclad heights against a cloud
less sky, that attracted her.
She sat for a long time looking at
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. 1t was not
to be found, and Hazel judged it to be
purely local name. But the letter
told her that she wculd have to stage
it a hundred and sixty-five miles north