The Washington times., 1938-02-10


Two thousand miles. And
such expenses. Nothing left but
$50 and this old wreck of car"
We'll be in Rockville tomor.
row." Janet soothed. Well find
out all about Uncle George"
Poor George!" deplored Aunt
Bertha. "Everything's so myste-
riosu about his death. And his
mythical gold mine!"
This nugget isn't mythical"
Janet indicated the charm on her
chain bracelet. He sent it to me. y
A stranger was approaching the
camp by the creek. a wide-Shoul'
dered man with deep blue eyes
and a whimsical smile. He intro
duced himself as Kim Chandrell;
said he was fishing, and that his
camp was a short way down
stream.
Fishing for what?" said Aunt
Bertha testify. tired of visits by
young men attracted to Janet's
auburn hair.
Trout. of course" replied Kim
Chandrell. Although do think
your niece is the most attractive
girl I've ever seen
Indeed" Aunt Bertha bristled.
81 dare say we'd have fewer loaf
ers dropping into camp if"
Slice up that half loaf bread.
will you dear?" said Janet. And
Kim Chandrell chuckled softly.
SHE LIKES KIM
It was an hour before Kim Chan
drell left. Aunt Bertha said it
was about time: that Janet had
gossiped with him until he knew
as much about their reason for
coming West as they did them
selves.
He was nice" Janet opined.
"Good heavens. Aunty Bert Don't
put SO much wood on that fire!
The winds coming up, and"
She grabbed stick of pine,
tried to drag it from the flames.
Sparks flew. One of them started
q blaze on the opposite bank.
"Fire!" shrieked Aunt Bertha.
Janet dipped a pail of water,
scrambled up the opposite steep
embankment. She dashed through
a screen of pine trees, saw that
flames were already consuming an
old slab-roofed shed in which was
stored some baled hay. Janet
groaned. Behind her puffed Aunt
Bertha-with a milk bottle full Of
water.
Drink it," said Janet ruefully.
"Here comes somebody"
A gangling hard-faced man
strobe up. Angrily he bawled:
DANCED tin can tourists! Burn
In your way through the country"
He pulled a revolver from his
corduroys.
Don't kill u.s." screeched Aunt
Bertha.
Easy" Janet slipped support
ing arm about her aunt. Put that
gun away, mister! You own that
Shed?"
YEAH" he growled. And the
hay that was in it! You'll pay for
this-or go to Jail"
Jail" echoed Aunt Bertha.
I'LL TAKE YOUR CAR"
"Yeah, jail I'm Ed elaine, I
run summer camp here. Cut and
haul mine tinbers for"
How much damage have we
done?" Janet faltered.
Three hundred dollars"
"Three hun" Janet Choked.
ave haven't that much"
Then I'll take your car"
elaine was disappointed in the
old car which was worth no more
than a hundred dollars. Yet he
seemed not too unreasonable. His
camp cook and the cooks flunkey
had quit yesterday. Janet and
Aunt Bertha could take their
places. He would give them room,
board and credit for two dollars
each per day.
Burned our way into slavery"
groaned Janet. But we're in no
position to bargain. Well do your
camp cooking, Mr.. elaine"
The next morning Janet and
her aunt got breakfast for 10
ravenouS timber cutters. With the
word "jail" ringing in her ears,
Aunt Bertha worked like a Tro-
Jan.
Janet was washing stack OF
tin dishes when Kim Chandrell
came strolling into the cook shack.
He drawled: well! So this is the
way you settle your debts!"
How come you're so well in
formed?" Janet snapped.
"Oh, get around. Saw the fire
last night. I thought Claine's
value on those few bales OF hay
was pretty high"
OFFERS HELP
But what can We do?" Janet
coUntered.
He took wallet from his rid
ing breeches. II might help"
Keep your money, gallant
stranger"
Yes" snapped Aunt Bertha
"Don't try to capitalize on our
misfortune-and j Janet's S good
looks. You're using your poor
taSte!"
1--WE all make mistakes" he an
swered, smiling Some by being
gallant. Others by putting toe
much wood on d campfire"
Get out of here" Aunt Bertha