The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, May 24, 1918 Page: 2 of 10
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THE LEXINGTON LEADER
North of Fifty-Three
By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
(Copyright: Little, Brown & Co.)
BUSH'S THREATS TO MAKE HAZEL SUFFER FOR HER RE-
JECTION OF HIS PROPOSAL ARE FOUND NOT TO
HAVE BEEN IDLY MADE
•Synopsis.—Miss Hazel Weir ts employed ns a stenographer in the
office of Harrington & Bush at Granville, Ontario. She is engaged to
Jack Barrow, a young real estate agent. Mr. Bush, Hazel's employer,
suddenly notices her attractiveness and at once makes her his private
stenographer. After three months Bush proposes marriage. Hazel
refuses, and after a stormy scene, In which Bash warns her he will
make her sorry of her action, Hazel leaves the office, never to return.
Hazel stared, aghast, astounded.
Bhe was not at all sorry; she was per-
haps n trifle ashamed. But the humor
of the thing appealed to her most
strongly of all. In spite of herself, she
smiled as she reached once more for
her hat. And this time Mr. Bush did
not attempt to restrain her.
She breathed a sigh of relief when
Bhe had gained the street, and she did
not In the least cnre if her departure
during business hours excited any cu-
riosity in the main office. Moreover,
she was doubly glad to be away from
"He looked perfectly devilish," she
told herself. "My, I loathe that man!
He is dangerous. Marry him? The
She knew that she must have cut
Mm deeply in a man's tenderest spot—
his self-esteem. But Just how well she
bad gauged the look and possibilities
of Mr. Andrew Bush, Hazel scarcely
"I won't tell Jack," she reflected.
"He'd probably want to thrash him.
lAnd that would stir up a lot of horrid
talk. Dear me, that's one experience
I don't want repeated. I wonder If he
made court to his first wife In that
She laughed when she caught her-
■elf scrubbing vigorously with her
handkerchief at the place where his
lips had touched her cheek. She was
primitive enough In her instincts to
Eeel a trifle glad of having retaliated
n what her training compelled her to
consider a "perfectly hoydenlsh" man-
ner. But she could not deny that It
bad proved wonderfully effective.
"I Do Give and Bequeath."
When Jack Barrow called again,
■which happened to be that very eve-
ning, Hazel told Mm simply that she
had left Harrington & Bush, without
entering into any explanation except
the general one that she had found It
Impossible to get on with Mr. Bush in
ber new position. And Jack, being
wore concerned with her than with her
work, gave the matter scant considera-
This was on a Friday. The next
forenoon Hazel went downtown. When
she returned, a little before eleven, the
maid of all work was putting the last
touches to her room. The girl pointed
to an oblong package on a chair.
"That came for you a iljtle while
ago, Miss Weir," she said. "Mr. Bush's
carriage brought it."
"Mr. Bush's carriage!" Hazel echoed.
"Yes'm. Regular swell turnout, with
a footman In brown livery. My, you
could see the gifts peeking all along
the square when It stopped at our
door. It quite flustered the missus."
The girl lingered a secund, curiosity
writ large on her countenance. Plainly
she wished to discover what Miss Ha-
Eel Weir would be getting in a package
that was delivered In so aristocratic
a manner. But Hazel was in no mood
to gratify anyone's curiosity. She was
angry at the presumption of Mr. An-
drew Bush. It was an excellent way
(of subjecting her to remark.
| She drew off her gloves, and, laying
aslcie her hat, picked up a newspaper,
land began to read. The girl, with no
iexcuse for lingering, reluctantly gath-
ered up her broom and dustpan, and
departed. When she was gone, and
not till then, Miss Weir investigated
• Boses—two dozen long-stemmed La
Frances—filled the room with their
delicate odor when she removed the
pasteboard cover. And set edgewise
among the stems she found his card.
Miss Weir turned up her small nose.
"I wonder if he sends these as a
sort of peace offering?" she suorted.
"I wonder If a few hours of reflection
' has made htm realize Just how exceed-
ingly caddish he acted? Well, Mr.
Bush, I'll return your unwelcome gift
—though they are beautiful flowers."
I And she did forthwith, squandering
40 cents on a messenger boy to deliver
them to Mr. Bush at his office. She
wished him to labor under no misap-
prehension as to her attitude.
The next day—Sundaj"—she spent
with Jack Barrow on a visit to his
cousin in a nearby town. They parted,
as was their custom, at the door. It
was still early in the evening—eight-
thirty, or thereabouts—and Hazel went
Into the parlor on the first floor. Mrs.
Stout and one of her boarders sat
theje chatting, and at Hazel's entrance
the landlady grevted her with a star-
tling bit of news:
"Evenln", Miss Weir. 'Ave you 'eard
about Mr. Bush, pore gentleman?"
Mrs. Stout was very English.
"Mr. Bush? No. What about him?'
"'E was 'urt shockin' bad this awft'-
noon," Mrs. Stout related. "Out 'orse-
back ridln', and 'Is 'orse ran away
with 'im, and fell on 'lm. Fell all of a
'eap, they say. Terrible—terrible!
The pore man Isn't expected to live.
'1s back's broke, they say. W'at a
pity! Shockin' accident, indeed,"
Miss Weir voiced perfunctory sym-
pathy, as was expected of her, seeing
that she was an Employee of the firm—
or had been lately. But close upon
t>iat she escaped to her own room.
She did not relish sitting there dis-
cussing Mr. Andrew Bush.
Nevertheless she kept thinking of
him ldng after she wept to bed. She
was not at all vindictive, and his mis
fortune, the fact—if the report were
true—that he was facing his end,
stirred her pity.
The report of his Injury was verified
In the morning papers. By evening It
had pretty well passed out of Hazel's
mind. She had more pleasant con-
cerns. Jack Barrow dropped In about
six-thirty to ask If she wanted to go
with him to a concert during the week.
They were sitting in the parlor, by
a front window, chattering to each
other, but not so engrossed that they
failed to notice a carriage drawn by
two splegdld grays pull up at the front
gate. The footman, In brown livery,
got down and came to the door. Hazel
knew the carriage. She had seen Mr.
Andrew Bush abroad In It many a
time. She wondered If there was some
further annoyance In store for her, and
frowned at the prospect.
She heard Mrs. Stout answer the
bell In person. Thece was a low
mumble of voices. Then the landlady
appeared in the parlor doorway, the
footman behind her.
"This is the lady." Mrs. Stout in-
dicated Hazel. "A message for you,
The liveried person bowed and ex-
tended nn envelope. "I was instructed
to deliver this to you personally," he
said, and lingered as If he looked for
nazel looked at the envelope. She
could not understand why, under the
circumstances, any message should
come to her through such a medium.
But there was her name Inscribed. She
glanced up. Mrs. Stout gazed past the
footman with an air of frank anticipa-
tion. Jack also was looking. But the
landlady caught Hazel's glance and
backed out the door, and Hazel opened
The note was brief and to the point:
Miss Weir: Mr. Bush, being seriously
Injured and unable to write, bids me say
that he Is very anxious to see you. lie
sends his carriage to convey you here. His
physicians fear that he will not survive
the night, hence he begs of you to come.
ETHEL R. WATSON.
Nurse In Waiting.
"The Idea! Of course I won't! I
wouldn't think of such a thing I" Hazel
"Just a second," she said to the foot-
Over on the parlor mantel lay some
sheets of paper and envelopes. She
borrowed a pencil from Barrow and
Barrow Glanced Over the Missive and
scribbled a brief refusal. The foot-
man departed with her answer. Hazel
turned to find Jack staring his puzzle-
"What did he want?" Barrow asked
bluntly. "That was th'e Bush turnout,
"Tou heard about Mr. Bnsh getting
hurt, didn't you?" she inquired.
"Saw It in the paper. Why?"
"Nothing, except that he Is supposed
to be dying—and he wanted to see
me. At least—well, read the note,"
Barrow glanced over the missive
"What do you suppose he wanted
you for?" he asked.
"Ilflw should I know?" Hazel evaded
"Seems funny," he remarked slowly.
"Oh, let's forget It." Hazel came
and sat down on the couch by him. "1
don't know of any reason why he
should want to see me. It was cer-
tainly a peculiar request for him to
make. But that's no reason why we
should let it bother us. If he's really
so badly hurt, the chances are he's out
of his head. Don't scowl at that bit
of paper so, Johnnie-boy."
Barrow laughed and ktssed her, and
the subject was dropped forthwith.
Later they went out for a short walk.
In an hour or so Barrow left for home,
promising to have the concert tickets
for Thursday night.
Hazel took the note out of her belt
and read it again when she reached
her room. Why should he want to
see her? She wondered at the man's
persistence. He had insulted her, ac-
cording to her view of it—doubly in-
sulted her with threats and an en-
forced caress. Perhaps he merely
wanted to beg her pardon; she had
heard of men doing such things In
their last moments. But she could not
conceive of Mr. Andrew Bush being
sorry for anything he did. And so she
could not grasp the reason for that
eleventh-hour summons. But she could
see that a repetition of such Incidents
might put her in a queer light. Other
folk might begin to wonder and Inquire
why Mr. Andrew Bush took such an
"Interest" in her—a mere stenogra-
pher. Well, she told herself, she did
not care—so long as Jack Barrow'S
ears were not assailed by talk. She
smiled at that, for she could picture
the reception any scandal peddler
would get from him.
The next day's papers contained the
obituary of Mr. Andrew Bush. He had
died shortly after midnight. And de-
spite the fact that she held no grudge,
Hazel felt a sense of relief. He was
powerless to annoy or persecute her,
and she could not escape the convic-
tion that he would have attempted
both had he lived.
She had now been idle a matter of
days. Nearly three months were yet
to elapse before her wedding.
It seemed scarcely worth while to
look for another position. She had
enough money saved to do everything
she wanted to do. It was not so much
lack of money, the need to earn, as
the monotony of idleness that irked
her. She had acquired the habit of
work, and that is a thing nof lightly
shaken off. But during that day she
gathered together the different Gran-
ville papers, and went carefully over
the "want" columns. Knowing the
town as she did, She was enabled to
eliminate the unlikely, undesirable
places. Thus by evening she was
armed with a list of firms and individ-
uals requiring a stenographer. And
in the morning she sallied forth.
Her quest ended with the first place
she sought. The fact of two years'
service with the biggest firm In Gran-
ville was ample recommendation; in
addition to which the office manager, it
developed in their conversation, had
known her father In yfears gone by.
So before ten o'clock Miss Hazel Weir
was entered on the pay roll of a fur-
niture-manufacturing house. It was
not a permanent position; one of their
girls had been taken III and was likely
to take up her duties again in six
weeks or two months. But that suited
Hazel all the better. She could put
In the time usefully, and have a breath-
ing spell before her wedding.
Three days went by. Hazel attended
the concert with Jack the evening of
the day Mr. Andrew Bush received os-
tentatious burial. At ten the next
morning the telephone girl called her.
"Someone wants you on the phone,
Miss Weir," she said.
Hazel took up the dangling receiver.
"That you, Hazel?"
She recognized the voice, half guess-
ing It would be he, since no one but
Jack Barrow would be likely to ring
"Surely. Doesn't It sound like me?"
"Have you seen the morning pa-
"Look 'em over. Particularly the
The harsh rattle of a receiver
slammed back on its hook without
even a "good-by" from him struck her
like a slap in the face. She hung up
slowly, and went back to her work.
Never since their first meeting, and
they had not been exempt from lovers'
quarrels, had Jack Barrow ever spo-
ken to her like that. Even through the
telephone the resentful note in his
voice grated on her and mystified her.
She was chained to her work—w"hlch,
despite her agitation, she managed to
wade through without any radical er-
rors—until noon. The twelve-to-ooe
intermission gave her opportunity to
hurry up the street and buy a Gazette.
Then, instead of going home to her
luncheon, she entered the nearest res-
taurant. She wanted a chance to read,
more than food. She did not unfold
the paper until she was seated.
A column heading on the front page
caught her eye. The caption read:
"Andrew Bush Leaves Money to Ste-
nographer." And under It the sub-
head : "Wealthy Manufacturer Makes
Peculiar Bequest to Miss Hazel Weir."
The story ran a full column, and had
to do with his interment. There was
a great deal of matter anent the prin-
cipal beneficiaries. But that which
formed the basis of the heading was a
codicil appended to the will a few
hours before Ms death, In which he did
"give and bequeath to Hazel Weir, un-
til lately in my employ, the sum of
five thousand dollars in reparation for
any wrong I may have done her."
Hazel stared at the sheet, and her
face burned. She could understand
now why Jack Barrow had hung up
his receiver with a slam. She could
picture him reading that article and
Watched for Jack From a Window
That Commanded the Street.
gritting his teeth. Her hands clenched
till the knuckles stood white under
the smooth skin, and fhen quite ab-
ruptly she got up and left the restau-
rant even while a waiter hurried to
take her order. If she had been a
man, and versed In profanity, she
could have cursed Andrew Bush till
his soul shuddered on Its journey
through infinite space. Being a woman,
she wished onl£ a quiet place to cry.
An Explanation Demanded.
Hazel's pride came to her rescue be-
for she was half-way honfe. Instinc-
tively she had turned to that refuge,
where she could lock herself in her
own room and cry her protest against
it all. But she had done no wrong,
nothing of which to fce ashamed, and
when the first shock of the news ar-
ticle wore off, she threw up her head
and refused to consider what the world
at large might think. So she went
back to the officp at one o'clock and
took up her work. Long before eve-
ning she sensed that others had read
the Gazette. Not that anyone men-
tioned it, but sundry curious glances
made her painfully aware of the fact.
She had Just reached the first land-
ing of her boarding house when she
heard the telephone bell, and a second
or two later the landlady called.
"Oh. Miss Weir! Telephone."
Barrow's voice hailed her over the
"I'll be out by seven," said he. "We
had better take a walk. We can't talk
In "the parlor; there'll probably be a
lot of old tabbies there out of sheer
"All right," Hazel agreed, and hung
She dressed herself. Unconsciously
the truly feminine asserted Its domi-
nance—the woman anxious to please
and propitiate her lover. She put on
a dainty summer dress, rearranged her
hair, powdered away all trace of the
tears that insisted on coming as soon
as she reached the sanctuary of her
own room. And then she watched for
Jack from a window that commanded
Barrow appeared at last. She went
down to meet hira before he rang the
bell. Just behind him came a tall
man in a gray suit. This individual
turned In at the gate, bestowing a nod
upon Barrow and a keen glance at her
as he passed.
"That's Grlnell, from the Times."
Barrow muttered sourly. "Come on;
let's get away from here. I suppose
he's after you for an Interview."
Hazel turned in beside him silently.
Right at the start she found herself
resenting Barrow's tone, his manner.
She had done nothing to warrant sus-
picion from him. But she loved him,
and she hoped she could convince him
that it was no more than a passing un-
pleasantness, for which she was no-
wise to blame.
"Hang It I" Barrow growled, before
they had traversed the first block.
"Here comes Grinell I I suppose that
old cat of a landlady pointed us out.
No dodging him now."
'There's no earthly reason why I
should dodge him, as you put It," Ha-
zel replied stiffly, "I'm not an escaped
Barrow shrugged his shoulders in •
way that made Hazel bring her teeth
together and want to shake him.
Grinell by then was hurrying up
with long strides. Hat in hand, ha
bowed to her. "Miss Hazel Weir, I
believe?" he interrogated.
"Yes," she confirmed.
"I'm on the Times, Miss Weir,"
Grinell went straight to the business In
hand. "You are aware, I presume,
that Mr. Andrew Bush willed you a
sum of money under rather peculiar
conditions—that is, the bequest was
worded in a peculiar way. Probably
you have seen a reference to it in the
papers. It has caused a great deal of
Interest. The Times would be pleased
to have a statement from yau which
will tend to set at rest the curiosity of
the public. Some of the other papers
have Indulged In unpleasant innuendo.
We would be pleased to publish your
side of the matter."
"I have no statement to make," Ha-
zel said coolly. "I am not in the least
concerned with what the papers print
or what the people say. I absolutely
refuse to discuss the rfiatter."
Grinell continued to point out—with
the persistence and persuasive logic of
a good newspaper man bent on learn-
ing what his paper wants to know—
the desirability of her giving forth a
statement. And in the midst of his
argument Hazel .bade him a curt "good
evening" and walked on. Barrow kept
step with her. Grinell gave It up for
a bad job, evidently, for he turned
They walked five blocks without a
word. Hazel glanced at Barrow now
and then, and observed with an uncom-
fortable sinking of the heart that he
was sullen, openly resentful, suspi-
"Johnnle-boj," she said suddenly,
"don't look so cross. Surely you don't
blame me because Mr. Bush wills me a
sum of money In a way that makes
"I can't understand it at all," he
said slowly. "It's very peculiar—and
deucedly unpleasant. Why should he
leave you money at all? And why
should he word the will as he did?
What wrong did he ever do you?"
"None," Hazel answered shortly. His
tone wounded her, cut her deep, so
eloquent was it of distrust. "The only
wrong he has done me lies in willing
me that money as he did."
"But there's an explanation for
that," Barrow declared moodily.
"There's a key to the mystery, and If
anybody has it you have. What Is it?"
"Jack," Hazel pleaded, "don't take
that tone with me. I can't stand It—I
won't. I'm not a little child to be
scolded and browbeaten. This morn-
ing when you telephoned you were al-
most Insulting, pnd It hurt me dread-
fully, You're angry now, and suspi-
cious. You seem to think I must have
done some dreadful thing. I know
what you're thinking. The Gazette
hinted at some 'affair' between me and
Mr. Bush; that possibly that was a
sort of left-handed reparation for ru-
ining me. If that didn't make me an-
gry, It would amuse me—It's so absurd.
Haven't you any faith In me at all? I
haven't done anything to be ashamed
of. I've got nothing to conceal."
"Don't conceal it, then," Barrow
mHttered sulkily. "I've got a right to
know whatever there Is to know If
I'm going to marry you. You don't
seem to ha-ve any idea what this sort
of talk that's going around means to
Hazel stopped short and faced him.
ner heart pounded slckenlngly, and
hurt pride and rising anger choked her
for an tastant. But she managed to
speak calmly, perhaps with added
calmness by reason of the struggle
she was compelled to make for self-
"If you are going to marry me," she
repeated, "you have got a right to
know all there Is to know. Have I
refused to explain? I haven't had
much chance to explain yet. Have I
refused to tell you anything? Would
any reasonable explanation make an
impression on you in your present
frame of mind. I don't want to marry
you If you can't trust me. Why, I
couldn't—I wouldn't—marry you any
time, or any place, under those con-
ditions, no matter how much I may
foolishly care for you."
"There's just one thing, Hazel," Bar-
row persisted stubbornly. "There must
have been something between you and
Bush. You're not helping yourself by
getting on your dignity and talking
about my not trusting you, Instead of
explaining these things."
"A short time ago," Hazel told him
quietly, "Mr. Bush asked me to marry
him. I refused, of course. He—"
"You refused 1" Barrow interrupted
cynically. "Most girls would have
Jumped at the chance."
"Jack 1" she protested.
"Well," Barrow defended, "he was
almost a millionaire, and I've got noth-
ing but my hands and my brain. But
suppose you did refuse him. How does
that account for the five thousand dol-
"I think," Hazel flung back passion-
ately, "I'll let sou find that out for
yourself. You've said enough now to
make me hate you almost. Your very
manner's an insult."
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Hazel seeks refuge In the far
Northwest, where Bhe obtains a
position as schoolteacher and
immediately after her arrival at
Cariboo Meadows she gets her
first glimpse of "Roaring Bill"
Wagstaff. The Introduction was
startling, to say the Iwist. The
Incident is a part of the next
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