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

edifice. It's windows displaying indls.
criminstely Indian baskets. groceries.
and hardware. Northward opened
broad scope OF lake level. g1rt about
with tremendous peaks whose lower
slopes were banked with thick for
est.
Somewhere distant along that lake
shore was TO be her home. As the
car rolled over the 400 yards be
tween store and whitesnd green st.
Allwoods. she wondered II Charlie
would be there to meet her. She
was weary OF seeing strange faces.
OF being directed. OF being hustled
about.
But he was not there. and she re.
called that he never had been notable
for punctuallty. Five years is a
long time. She expected to find him
CHANCELLOR the better. In certain
directions. He had promised TO be
there: but, in this respect. time evi.
IDENTIFY had wrought no appreciate
Transformation.
She registered. was assigned a
room. and ate luncheon TO the mclan-
choly accompaniment OF three man
orchestra struggling vainiy with
Bach in an alcove off the dining
room. After that she began TO make
inquiries. Neither clerk nor man.
fager knew aught OF Charlie Benton.
They were both in their first season
there. They advised her to ask the
storekeeper.
"MacDougal will know" they were
agreed. lie knows everybody
around here. and everything that
goes on"
The storekeeper. n genial. round.
bodied Scotchman. had the informa.
ton she desired.
Charlie Benton" said he. mo
he'll be at his camp up the lake. He
was in three or four days back. |
mind now. he said he'd be down
Thursday: that's today. But he isn't
here yet. or his boat'd be by the
wharf yonder."
Are there any passenger boats
that call there?' she asked.
MacDougal shook his head.
wv ifb ioAs htft y u gas
goes Z the head Of the lake now and
then. She's away now. Ye might
hire a launch. Jack Fyfe's camp
tenders about TO get under way.
But We wouldna care TO go on her.
I'm thinkin'. She'll be loaded WI
lu-nberja cks-evcry man drunk as a
lord. most like. Maybe Bentonl be
in before night"
She went back TO the hotel. But
st. Allwoods. in its dual capacity of
health-andpleasure resort, was a
gilded shell, making a brave outward
show. but capitalizing chiefly lake,
mountains, and hot, mineral springs.
Her room was a bare, cherries place.
She did not want to sit and ponder.
Too much real grief lowered in the
immediate background OF her life.
Il is not always sufficient to be
young and alive. To sit still and
think-that way lay tears and dc.
spondency. So she went out and
walked down the road and out upon
the wharf. which tutted zoo yards
into the lake.
1t stood deserted save for lone
fisherman on the outer end. and an
elderly couple that preceded her.
Halfway out she passed a slip beside
which lay moored a heavily built,
50-foot boat. SCARED with usage. a
squat and powerful craft. Lakeward
stretched smooth. unrippled sur.
face. Overhead patches OF white
cloud drifted lazily. Where the
shadows from these lay, the lake
spread gray and lifeless. Where the
afternoon sun rested, It touched the
water with CLEANS OF gold and pale,
delicate green. A white. winged yacht
lay offshore, her sails in slack folds.
A lump of an island lifted two miles
beyond, all cliffs and little. wooded
hills. And the mountains surround.
ing in a giant ring seemed TO shut
the place away from all the world.
For sheer wild, rugged beauty, Roar.
ing Lake surpassed any spot she had
ever seen Its quiet majesty. its