Martinsburg W Va evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1913-1920, 1918-01-10
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smIrching your character"
"I've grown rather Indifferent abou
it." Hazel replied impersonally. "Bui
he succeeded rather easily. Even you
who should have known me better
were ready to believe the very worst.
sI've paid for IT, Barrow pleaded
You don't know how I've hated myself
for being such a cad. But it taughi
me lesson--if you'll not hold. a
grudge against me, I've wondered an
worried about you, disappearing th
way you did. Where have you been
and how have you been getting on
You surely look we'll" He bent an
admiring glance on her.
"Oh, I've been every place, and
can't complain about not getting on,
she answered carelessly.
For the life of her, she could moi
help making comparisons between the
man beside her and another who she
guessed would by now be bearing III
the crest of the divide that overlooked
the green and peaceful vista of fores
and lake, with the Babine range lying
purple beyond. She wondered if Roar,
ing BIZ Wagstaff would ever, under
any circumstances, have looked on hel
with the scornful, angry distrust thai
Barrow had once betrayed. Barrow
attitude was that of little boy who
had broken some plaything in a fit oil
anger and was now woefully trying Il
mt the pieces together again. I
amused her. Indeed. it afforded her h
distinctly un-Christian satisfaction
since she was not by nature of a meei
Or forgiying spirit.
Hazel visited with the three of them
In the hotel pnrlor for matter OF tive,
hours, went to luncheon with them
ana at luncheon Lorraine Marsls
brought up the subject OF her coming
home to Granville with them. Ths
Bush incident was discussed and dis
missed. On the question of returning,
Hazel was noncommittai.
"Of course you'll come! We won't
hear Of leaving you behind. SO you
ran consider that settled" Lorraine
Marsh declared at last. 'sWe're going
day after tomorrow. SO is Mr.. 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 beer doing pretty wei lately"
he said. IT came out here on deal
TINT involved about fifty thousand dol
lars. / closed it up just this morning
aId the commission would just about
buy us. that little house we had planted
once. Won't you let bygones be by
cones. Hazie?"
lit might be possible, Jack. she an
swefed slowlyA ''if it We're 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.
'Jnvt give me q chance. I was a hot
headed, jealous fool, but I never will
be again. Give me a chance, Hazel"
you'll have to make your own
chances, she said deliberately. II re-
fuse TO bind myself in any way. Why
shouldkI put myself out to make you
happy when you destroyed all the faith
I had in you? And don't think I'm
going to care-except, perhaps, In a
friendly way"
And with that Barrow had to be
content.
At dusk of the following day she and
Lorraine Marsh sat in Pullman flat
tening their noses against the car win
rons of Vancouver as the train rolled
through the outskirts of the city. Ha-
eel told herself that she was going
home. Barrow smiled friendly assur
anee over the seat.
Even so. she was restless. far from
content. There was something lack
ing. At half after eight she called the
porter aud 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 did not know why she
should cry. but cry she did till her pill
low grew moist--and't heavy feeling
In her breast grew, If anything, more
intense.
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. a folded sheet Of paper, which
seemed to hypnotic her. so fixedly did
she remain looking at it. A sheet Of
plain white paper. marked with dots
and names and crooked lines that
stood for rivers, with shaded patches
that meant mountain ranges she had
seen--BilI Wagstaff's map.
She stared at 1t long time. Then
she found her time table. and ran along
he 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 iourneyed by stage.
She noted the distance, and the limit
Me hotIr ne arrival afld lnalya1 nj her