The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-07-04

outlook to match his speech. In her
fathers point of view. and in
Charles now. mans personal life
did not seem to matter in comparison
with getting on and making money.
And II was with that personal side
OF existence that Stella Benton was
now chiefly concerned. She had
never been required To adjust herself
to an existence that was wholly taken
up with getting on. 10 the complete
exclusion of everything elese. Her
work had been TO play. She could
scarce conceive of any one entirely
excluding pleasure and diversion
from his or her life. She wondered
II Charlie had done so. And II not.
what ameliorating circumstances.
what social outlet. might be found
TO offset. for her, continued exist.
ence in this isolated region OF tower.
ing woods. So far as her first i'm.
pressions went. Roaring Lake ap-
peared 10 be mostly frequented by
lu-nberjacks addicted to rude speech
and strong drink.
Are there many people living
around this lake7'' she inquired. ut
Is surely beautiful spot. IL we
had this at home, there would be n
summer cottage on every hundred
yards of shore"
BE a long time before we get TO
that stage here" Benton returned.
And scenery in b. c. is a drug on
the market: we've got Europe backed
off the map for tourist attractions,
IL they only knew IL. No. about the
only summer home in this locality
is the Abbey place at Cottonwood
Point. They come up here every
summer for two or three months.
Otherwise | don't know of any lilies
OF the field barring the hotel people.
and they. being purely transient,
don't count. There's the Abbey.
Monohan outfit. with two big logging
camps. my outfit. Jack Fyfe's, some
hand loggers on the east shore. and
the II. A. T. at the head Of the
lake. That's the population-and
Roaring Lake is forty-two miles long
and eight wide"
Are there any nice girls around?"
she asked
Benton grinned widely.
"Girls?" said he. Not so you
could notice. outside the Springs
and the hatchery over the way, there
isn't a white woman on the lake
except Lefty Howe's wife-Lefty's
Jack Fyfe's fore-nan-and she's fat
and past forty. | told you 1t WAS
God forsaken hole. as far as society
is concerned, Stell."
~ know" she said thoughtfully,
but one can scarcely realize such
social Darkness, until one actually
experiences IL. Anyway. / don't
know but I'll appreciate utter quiet
for awhile But what do you do with
yourself when you're not workingg
There's seldom any such time"
he answered. II tell you, Stella, I've
got a big job on my hands. I've
got definite mark to shoot at. and
I'm going TO make a bull's-eye in
spite of hell and high water. I have
no time TO play, and there's no place
TO play If ! had. | don't intend to
muddle along making a pittance like
a hand logger. ] want a stake, and
then it'll be time to make a splurge
in a country where a man can get a
run for his money"
IF that's the case" she observed.
I'm likely to be handicap to you,
am ! not?"
Lord. no." he smiled. "I'lI put
you to work too, when you get rest
ed up from your trip. You stick
with me, Sis. and youll wear dia-
monds."
She laughed with him at this. and
leaving the shady maple they walked
up to the hotel, where Benton pro-
posed that they get a canoe and
paddle to where Roaring River flow
ed out OF the lake, half mile west.
ward. TO kill the time that must
elapse before the 800 train.
The st. Allwoods' car was rolling
out to Hopyard when they came
back. by the time Benton had turn
ed the canoe over to the boathouse
man and reached the wharf. the
horn of the returning machine
sounded down the road. They wait
cd. The car came TO stop at the
abutting wharf. The driver handed
two suitcases off the burdened hood
OF his machine. From out the ton
neau clambered a large. smooth