The Republican journal., 1920-07-08
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2. Coughs. Colds. Bronchitis
3. ToOthache, Faceache. Neuralgia
3. Headache. Sick Headache. Vertigo
| 10. Dyspepsia. Indigestion. Weak Stomach
IS. Group. Hoarse Cough. Laryngitis
ID. Eczema. Eruptions.
| ID. Rheumatism. Lumbago
10. Fever and Adue. Malaria
y. Piles. Blind. Bleeding. Internal, External
I'D. Catarrh. Influenza. Cold in Head
20. Whoopin8 Cough
| FL. Asthma. Oppressed Difficult Breathing
~. Disorders of the Kidneys
so. Urinary Incontinence
"a. Sore Throat. Qunsy
~. Grip. Grippe. La Grippe
For sale by druggists everywhere,
| HUMPHREYS HOMEO. MEDICINE CO..
/ Corner William and Ann Streets. New York
sawmills-her own and Bryce Carol
CAMS. To her came at regularly spaced
intervals the faint whining of the saws
and the rumble of log trains crawling
| out of the log dumps; high over the
! piles of bright. freshly sawn lumber
she caught from time to time the flash
of white spray as the great logs tossed
from the trucks hurtled down the
skids and crashed into the bay. At
the docks of both mills vessels were
loading, their tall spars cutting the
sky line above and eeeyoqd the smoke
stacks: far down the bay a Steam
schooner. loaded until her main deck
was almost flush with the water, was
putting out to sea and Shirley heard
the faint echo of her siren as she
whistled her intention to pass to star
board of wind iammer inward bound
in tow of a Cardigan tug.
ITS wonderful" she said presently,
apropos of nothing.
aye" he replied in his deep. melo-
dious voice. ''Ive been sitting here my
| dear, listening to your thoughts. You
know something. now. of the tie that
! binds my boy to Sequoa. This"-he
waved his arm abroad in the dark
ness-"this is the true essence of life
to create, to develop the gifts that
| God has given us-to work and know
| the blessing of wearinesS-to have
dreams and see them come true. That
is life, and I have lived. And now /
| am ready to rest" He smiled visit
| fully. 1.-The king is dead. Long live
the king I wonder if you. raised as
| YOU have been. can face life in Sequoia
reSolutely with my son. 1t is a dull,
drah sawmill town. where life unfolds
gradually without thrill-where the
| years stretch ahead of one with only
! trees. among simple folk. The life
may be hard on you, Shirley; one has
| to acquire a taste for it. you know"
81 have known the Tilt of battle,
John-partner," she answered: thence
think I can enjoy the sweets of VIC
tory. l am content"
"And what a run you did give that
boy Bryce!"
She laughed softly. 81 wanted him
to fight; had a great curiosity to see
/ the stuff that was in him." she ex-
| planned.
Next day Bryce Cardigan. riding the
top log on the end truck of a long
/ train just in from Cardigans woods
in Township Nine, dropped from the
end of the log as the train crawled
through the mill yard on its way to
/ the log dump. He hailed Buck Ogilvy.
where the latter stood in the door of
the Office
"Big doings up on Little Laurel
creek this morning, Buck"
EDO tell /" Mr.. Ogilvy murmured
| morosely
| ut was great" Bryce continued.
"Old Duncan McTavish returned. |
knew he would. His year on the
! mourner's bench expired yesterday,
/ and he came back to claim his old job
of woods boss"
Hes one year too late" Ogl1vy de-
clared. 81 wouldn't let that big Cana
dian Jules Rondeau quit for farm.
| Some woods boss, that-and his first
job with this company was the dirtiest
you could hand him-smearing grease
on the skid road at dollar and half
day and found. He's made too good
to lose out now. Idon't care what his
private morals may be. File can get
out the logs. hang his rascally hide.
and I'm for him."
"Pm afraid you haven't anything to
say about it, Buck" Bryce replied
dryly.
II haven't Ell? Well, any time you
deny me the privilege of hiring and
firing you're going to be out the serv-
ice of a rafting good general mana
ger, my son. Yes. sir! If you hold
me responsible for results l must Sc
lect the tools want to work with"
"Oh, very WELL" Bryce laughed.
Have it your own way. Only if you
can drive Duncan McTavish out of
Cardigan's woods I'd like to see you
do 1t. Possession is nine points of
the law, Buck-and Old Duncan is in
possession"
"What do you mean-in possessionr'
Il mean that at ten o'clock this
morning Duncan McTavish appeared
at our log landing. The whisky fat
was all gone from him and he ap.
peared forty years old instead of the
sixty that he is. With whoop he
came jumping over the logs, straight
for Jules Rondeau. The big Canuck
saw him coming and knew what his
visit portended--so he wasn't taken
unawares. It was case of fight for
his job-and Rondeau fought"
"The devil you say!"
II do-and there was the devil to
pay. It was a rough and tumble and