The Prescott daily news., 1918-04-17
CHAPTER vIil-contlnued.

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 Hazel went out to the rail. Bill Wagstaff had disappeared. but present. ly she caught sight of him standing on the shore end of the wharf. his hands thrust deep in his coat pockets, staring after the steamer. Hazel waved the envelope that she stiii heid in her hand. Now that she was independent of him. she felt magnanimous, forgiving-and suddenly very much alone. as If she had dropped back into the old. deprsss- ing Granville atmosphere. But he gave no answering sign save that he turned on the instant and went up tho hill to where his horses stood tied among the huddled buildings. And within twenty minutes the Stanley D turned jutting point and Bella Coola was lost to view.
 Hazel went back into her stateroom and sat down on the berth. Presently she opened the envelope. There was . thick fold of bills, her ticket. and both were wrapped in a sheet of paper pen ciled with dots and crooked lines. She laid 1t aside and counted the money.
 Heavens I" she whispered. "I wish he hadn't given me so much. l didn't need all that"
 For Roaring Bill had tucked dozen one-hundred-dollar notes in the enve- lope. And, curiously enough, she was not offended, only wishful that he had been less generous. Then she took up the map, recognizing 1t as the sheet of paper Bill had worked over so long their last night at the cabin.
 It made the North more clear-a great deal more clear-to her, for he had marked Cariboo Meadows, the To- cation of his cabin. and Bella Coola, and drawn dotted lines to indicate the way he had taken her in and brought her out.
 She put away the money and the map, and bestowed a brief scrutiny upon herself in the cabin mirror. Six months in the wild had given her a ruddy color. the glow of perfect phys ical condition. But her garments were tattered and sadly out of date. The wardrobe of the steamer-t trunk lady had suffered in the winters wear. She was barely presentable in the outing suit of corduroy.
 The Stanley D.. upon the evening of the third day, turned into Barnard Inlet and swept across harbor speckled with shipping from all the Seven Seas to her berth at the dock.
 So Hazel came again to a city-a city that roared and beloved all its manifold noises in her ears, long grown accustomed to a vast and brood ing silence. Mindful of Bill's parting word, she took hack to the Lady smith. And even though the hotel was removed from the business heart of the city. the rumble of the city's her culean labors reached her far into the night. At last she fell asleep, and dawn of clear spring day awakened her.
 She ate her breakfast, and set forth on a shopping tour. To such advan- tage did she put two of the hundred dollar bills that by noon she was ar- rayed in a semi-tailored suit of gray. spring hat, shoes and gloves to match. She felt once more at ease, less con- scious that people stared at her frayed and curious habiliments. With a con- plete outfit of lingerie purchased, and trunk in which to store it forwarded to her hotel, her immediate activity was at an end. and she had time to think of her next move.
 And, brought face to face with that, she found herself at something of . loss. She had no desire to go back to Cariboo Meadows, even to get what few personal treasures she had left behind. Cariboo Meadows was wiped ofY the slate as far as she was con- cerned. Nevertheless, she must make her way. Somehow she must find a means to return the unused portion of the-to her-'enormous sum Roaring Bill had placed in her hands. She must make her own living. The question that troubls< her was: How, and