Cleveland County herald., 1920-10-07

in tow of a Cardigon tug.
 Its wonderful" sac said presently, apropos of nothing.
 Aye" he replied in his deep, melo- dious voice. I've been sitting here my dear, listening to your thoughts. You know something, now. of the tie that binds my boy to Sequoia. This"-he waved his arm abroad in the dark- ness-"this is the true essence of fife 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 wist- fully. ""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. It is dull, drab sawmill town, where life unfolds gradually without thrilI-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 taste for it, you know"
 q have known the lit of battle, John-partner," she answered; thence think I can enjoy the sweets of vic tory. I am content"
 And what a run you did give that boy Bryce p
 She laughed softly. q wanted him to fight; had a great curiosity to see the stuff that was in him." she ex- planed.
 Next day Bryce Cardigan, riding the top log on the end truck of long train just in from Cardigan's woods in Township Nine, dropped from the end of the log as the train crawled through the mill yard on it's 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"
 Do tell f' Mir. Ogilvy murmured morosely.
 "It 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"
 He's one year too late,' Ogilvy de- l clared "I wouldn't let that big Cana dian Jules Rondeau quit for a 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 a dollar and a half a day and found. He's made too good to lose out now. I don't care what his private morals may be. He can get out the logs. hang his rascally hide, and I'm for him D
 I'm afraid you haven't anything to say about it, Buck" Bryce replied dryly.
 q haven't eh? Well. any time you deny me the privilege of hiring and firing you're going to be out the serv- ice of a rattling good general mana ger, my son. Yes sir! If you hold me responsible for results 1 must se- lect the tools I want to work with"
 "Oh, very we'll" Bryce laughed Have it your own way. Only if you can drive Duncan McTavish out of
 
 do it. Possession is nine points of the law Buek-and Old Duncan is in possession"
 ''What do you mean-in possessionY"
 'I 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 a 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 iob-and Rondeau fought"
 "The devil you say
 q do-and there was the devil to pay. It was a rough and tumble and no grips barred-just the kind of a fight Rondeau likes. Nevertheless Old l Duncan floored him. While he's been away somebody taught him the ham, mer fock and the crotch hold and q few more fancy ones, and he got to work on Rondeau in a hurry. Tn fact he had to, for if the tu$se had gone over five minutes Rondeau's youth would have decided the issue"
 And Rondeau was whipped?e
 "To whisper Mae floored him, and choked him until he beat the ground with his free hand in token of surrender; whereupon old Duncan let him up, and Rondeau went to his shanty and packed his turkey. The last I saw of him he was headed over the hill to Camp Two on Laguna Grande. He'll probably chase that as sistant woods boss hired after the consolidation out of Shirleys woods and help himself to the fellows iob. 1 I don't care if he does What interests me Is the fact that the old Cardigan woods boss is back on the job in Car digan's woods, and I'm mighty glad of It. The old horsethief has had his l lesson and will remain sober here after l think he's cured"
 "The infamous old outlawr