Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-05-01
CHAPTER xllI-Continued.

of ready-made clothing drove her to despair It seemed that what women resided in Hazelton gust invariably dress in Mother Hubbard gowns of cheap cotton print with other gar ments to match. But eventually they found for her undergarments of sort, waist and skirt, and comfort able pair of shoes. Hats, as milliner would understand the term, there were none. And in default of such she stuck to the gray felt sombrero she had worn into the Klappan and out again-which, In truth, became her very well, when tilted at the proper angle above her heavy black hair. Then she went back to the hotel, and sought bathroom.
 Returning from this she found Bill, Bill all shaved and shorn, unloading himself of sundry packages of new attire.
 Aha, everything is lovely" he greet ed. "Old Hack jumped at the belts, and paid fat price for the lot. Also the ranch deal has gone through. He's prince, old Hack. Sent up man
 
 and the deed waiting for me. And oh, say, here's letter for you"
 "For me? Oh, yes,' as she looked at the handwriting and postmark. q wrote to Lorraine Marsh when we were going north. Good heavens, look at the date-it's been here since last Sep tembeP!"
 "Hackaberry knew where we were," Bill explained. Sometimes in camps like this they hold mail two or three years for men that have gone into the interior"
 She put aside the letter, and dressed while Bill had his bath. Then, with the smoke and grime of hard trail yobliterated, and with decent clothes upon them, they sought the dining room. There, while they waited to be served, Hazel read Lorraine Marsh's letter, and passed it to Bill with self-conscious little laugh.
 ''There's an invitation there we might accept" she said casually.
 He returned the letter as the wait ress brought their food.
 "Wouldn't 1t be nice to take a trip homer" Hazel suggested thoughtfully. 'I'd love to-"
 "We are going home," Bill reminded gently.
 "Oh, of course," she smiled. "But mean to Granville. I'd like to go back there with you for while, just to-just to-"
 ITO show 'em," he supplied lacon- ically.
 "Oh, Bill" she pouted.
 Nevertheless, she could not deny that there was measure of truth in his brief remark. She did want to 'show 'em."
 She looked across the table at her husband, and thought to herself with proud satisfaction that she had done well, Viewed from any angle whatso- ever, Bill Wagstaff stood head and shoulders above all the men she had ever known. Big, physically and men, tally, clean-minded and capable-in- dubitably she had captured a lion, and, though she might have denied stoutly the imputation, she wanted Granville to see her lion and hear him roar.
 "Still thinking Granville?" Bill Queried, when they had finished an uncommonly silent meal.
 Hazel flushed slightly. She was, and momentarily she felt that she should have been thinking of their lit tie nest up by Pine River Pass instead. She knew that Bill was homing to the cabin. She herself regarded 1t with affection, but of a different degree from his. Her mind was more occupied with another, more palpitating circle of life than was possible at the cabin, much as she appreciated its green and peaceful beauty. The sack of gold lying in the bank had somehow opened up far-fung possibilities. She skipped the interval of affairs which she knew must be attended to, and betook her self and Bill to Granville, thence to the bigger, older cities, where money shouted in the voice of command, where all things were possible to those who had the price.
 But she was beginning to know this husband of hers too well to pro- pose anything of the sort abruptly. Behind his tenderness and patience she had sometimes glimpsed some thing inhexible. unyielding as the will derness he loved. So she merely an- swered:
 Tn a way, yes"
 Lets go outside where 1 can smoke of oP 4>t decent meal" he suggested. "Then we'll figure on the next move. I think atout twenty-four hours iD Hazelton