The Lamar register., 1918-03-20

OF paper Bin nnu worked over so song
their last night at the cabin.
II 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 n brief scrutiny
upon herself in the cabin mirror. Six
months In the wild had given her n
ruddy color, the glow of perfect phys
ical condition. But her garments were
tattered and sadly out OF date. The
wardrobe of the steamer-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 city-a
city that ronred and beloved all its
manifold noises In her ears. long
grown accustomed to vast and brood
ing silence. Mindful OF Bills 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 a 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 u seml-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 COM
plete outfit of lingerie purchased. and
a trunk in which to store 1t 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 a
loss, She had no desire to G. back tc
Cariboo Meadows, even to get what
few personal treasures she had left
behind. Cariboo Meadows was wiped
of 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 1her own living. The question
that troubled her was: How, and
where? She had her trade at her fin
ger ends. and the storied office build
ings OF Vancouver assured her that
any efficient stenographer could find
work. But she looked up as she
walked the streets at the high. ugly
walls of brick and steel and stone. ant
her heart misgave her.
At nightfall she went up to her room
AMI threw herself wearily on the bed
She was tired. body and spirit, ant
lonely. Her brief experience in Carl
boo Meadows had not led her to lool
kindly on teaching as a means of live
lihood. And stenographers seemed t.
be in demand. Wherefore, she rea
soned that wages would be high. Witt
the list in her purse. she went down OF
Hastings-which runs like huge ar
terry through the heart of the city
with lesser streets crossing and diverg
ing.
But she made no application for em
ployment. For on the corner of Has
! tings and Seymour. as she gathered
her skirt in her hands to cross tn
street. someone caught her by the arm
and cried:
well, forevermore. If 1t Isn't Haze
Weirl"
} And she turned TO find herself facini
: Lorraine Marsh-a Granville schoo