The Lamar register., 1918-03-27

hours, went TO luncheOn with them,
and at luncheon Lorraine Marsh
brought up the subject of her coming
home to Granville with them. The
Bush incident was discussed and dis
missed. On the question of returning,
Hazel was noncommittal.
"Of course you'll comet We won't
hear of leaving you behind. So you
can consider that settled" Lorraine
Marsh declared at last. "We'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.
1--WE been doing pretty well lately"
he said 81 came out here on a deal
that involved about fifty thousand dol
lars. / closed II up just this morning
and the commission would just about
buy us that little house we hard planned
once. Won't you let bygones be by
cones, Hazie7"
1T might be possible. Jack" she an
swered slowly. "if 1t were not for the
fact that you took the most effective
u
every atom of affection I had for you.
1 don't feel bitter any more-I simply
don't feel at ALL"
"But you WILL" he said eagerly.
"Just give me chance. was hot
headed. jealous fool. but / 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
should ! put myself out to make you
happy when you destroyed all the faith
had In your And l don't think I'm
going to care-except, perhaps, In
friendly way"
And with. that Barrow had to be
content.
At dusk Of the following day she and
Lorraine Marsh sat in a Pullman, fiat
tening their noses against the car win
dow. taking a last look at the envi-
rons of Vancouver as the train rolled
through the outskirts of the city. Ha-
gel told herself that she was going
home. Barrow smiled friendly assur-
ance over the seat.
Even so. she was restless. far from
content. There was something lack
ing. At half after eight she called the
porter and had him arrange her section
for the night. And she got into bed.
thankful to be by herself. depressed
without reason.
She slept for a 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 molst-and the heavy feeling
In her breast grew, II anything, more
intense.
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 hypnotize her. so fixedly did
she remain looking at 1t. 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-Bill Wagstaff's map.
She stared at II long time. Then
she found her time table, and ran along
the 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 journeyed by stage.
She noted the distance. and the limit
eds hour of arrival, and looked at her
watch. Then feverish activity took
hold of her. She dressed. got her
suitcase from under the berth, and
stuffed articles into 1t. regardless of
order.
That done, she set her suitcase In
the aisle. and curled herself In the
berth, with her face pressed close
against the window. A whimsical
smile played about her mouth, and her
fingers tap-tapped steadily on the
purse. wherein was folded Bill Wag-
Stairs map.
And then out Of the dark ahead
cluster of lights winked briefly. the
shrek of the limited's whistle echoed
up and down the wide reaches Of the
North Thompson, and the coaches
came to a stop. Hazel took one look
to make sure. Then she got softly into
the aisle, took up her suitcase, and left
the car. At the steps she turned to
give the car porter message.
''Tell Mrs. Marsh-the lady In lower
Ave." she said, with dollar to quicken
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