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THE LEXINGTON LEADER
North of Fifty-Three
By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
(Copyright: Little, Brown & Co.)
HAZEL FINDS SHE CANNOT HOPE TO ESCAPE FROM
"ROARING BILL'S" CABIN IN THE WILDERNESS
BEFORE SPRING
Synopsis.—Miss Ilazen Weir is employed as a stenographer In the
ofiice of Harrington & Hush 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 Utisli proposes marriage. Hazel
refuses, and after a stormy scene, in which Bush warns her he will
make her sorry for her action, Hazel leaves the otlice, never to return.
Shortly after this Bush is thrown from his horse and killed. Publica-
tion of his will discloses that he left Hazel $5,000 in "reparation for
any wrong I may have done her." Jack Barrow, in a jealous rage,
demands an explanation, and Hazel, her pride hurt, refuses. Hazel's
engagement Is broken and, to escape from her surroundings, she se-
cures a position as schoolteacher at Cariboo Meadows, In a wild part
of British Columbia. There, at a boarding house, she first sees "Koaring
Bill" Wagstaff, a well-known character of that country. Soon after her
arrival Hazel loses her way while walking in the woods. She wanders
until night when she reaches "Koaring Bill's" camp fire in the woods.
He promises to ta"ke her home In the morning, but she is compelled to
spend the night in the woods. After wandering in the woods all the
next day, "Roaring Bill" finally admits that he is taking Hazel to his
cabin in the mountains.
CHAPTER V.—Continued.
"Anyhow," he went on, when she re-
mained silent. "I didn't. And you'll
Sinve to lay the blame on nature for
^making you a wonderfully attractive
"woman. I did honestly try to find the
•way to Cariboo Meadows that first
Might. It was only when I found my-
self thinking how fine It would be to
pike through these old woods and
mountains with a partner like you that
the chill gone from her body, she be-
stowed a curious glance on her sur-
roundings.
There was furniture of a sort un-
known to her, tables and chairs fash-
ioned by hand with Infinite labor and
rude skill, massive In structure, uphol-
stered w(th the .akins of wild beasts
common ti the region. Upon the walls
hu/ig pictures, dainty black-and-white
prints, and a water color or two. And
between the pictures were nailed heads
I decided—as 'I did. I'm human—the | of mountain sheep and goat, the ant-
*°™ n, she "tempted me. Anil aren't ( lers of deer and caribou. Above the
you better off? Do you .know that yon fireplace spread the huge shovel horns
look fifty per cent better for these few
days of living In the open—the way
Avery normal being likes to live?
You're getting some color in your
•cheeks, and you're losing that worried,
archangel look. Honest, If I were a
physician, I'd have only one prescrip-
tion : Get out Into the wild country,
and live off the country as your primi-
tive forefathers did. Of course, you
-can't do that alone. I know beeatlfce
I've tried it. We humans don't differ
eo greatly from the other animals.
We're made to bunt in couples or
packs. There's a purpose, a law, yod
of a moOse, bearing across the prongs
a shotgun and fishing rods. The center
of the floor—Itself, as she could see,
of hand-smoothed logs—was lightened
with a great black and red and yellow
rug of curious weave. Covering up
the bare surface surrounding it were
bearskins, black and brown. Her feet
rested in the fur of a monster silver-
tip, fur thicker and softer than the
pile of any carpet ever fabricated by
man. All around the walls ran shelves
filled with books. A guitar stood in
one corner, a mandolin in another.
Except for the dust that had gath-
irnight say, behind that, too; only it's pmj jigiitly in its owner's absence, the
•terribly obscured by a lot of other non- pi[ice wns as neat and clean as if the
essentials in this day and age." housemaid had but gone over It. Hazel
But she would not take up the cud- j shrugged her shoulders. Roaring Bill
gels against him, would not seem to Wagstaff became, if anything, more of
•countenance or condone his offense by i an enigma than ever, in the light of his
•discussing it from any angle wliatso- | dwelling. She recollected that Cariboo
-ever. And she was more determined ! Meadows had regarded him askance,
to allow no degree of friendliness, even I and wondered whv.
of the country. That's how you como
to have a wardrobe all ready to your
hand. Now, you'd be awful foolish to
act like a mean and stiff-necked female
person. You're not going to, are you?"
he wheedled. "Because I want to
make you comfortable. What's the
use of getting on your dignity over a
little thing like clothes?"
"I don't intend to," Hazel suddenly
changed front. "I'll make myself as
comfortable as I can—particularly if
It will put you to any trouble."
"You're bound to scrap, eh?" he
grinned. "But It takes two to build a
fight, and I positively refuse to fight
with you."
He dragged the trunk back Into the
room, and came out carrying a great
armful of masculine belongings. Two
such trips he made, piling all his things
onto a chair.
"There 1" he said at last. "That end
of the house belongs to you, little per-
son. Now, get those wet things off be-
fore you catch a cold. Oh, wait aHnln-
ute I"
He disappeared trfto the kitchen end
of the house, and came back with a
wash-basin and a pail of water.
"Your room Is (jow ready, madam,
an' It please you." He bowed with
mock dignity, and went back into the
kitchen.
HUzel heard him rattling pots and
dishes, whistling cheerfully the while.
She closed the door, and busied herself
with an inventory of the tenderfoot
lady's trunk. In it she found every-
thing needful for complete change, and
a variety of garments to boot. Folded
In the bottom of the trunk was a gray
cloth skirt and a short blue silk
kimono. There was a coat and skirt,
too, of brown corduroy. But the femi-
nine instinct asserted itself, and she
laid out the gray skirt and the kimono.
For a dresser Roaring Bill had fash-
ioned a wide shelf, and on it she found
a toilet set complete—hand mirror,
military brushes, and sundry articles,
backed with silver and engraved with
his Initials. Perhaps with a spice of
malice, she put on a few extra touches.
There would be some small satisfac-
tion in tantillzing Bill Wagstaff—even
If she could not help feeling that It
might be a dangerous game. And, thus
arrayed in the weapons of her sex, she
slipped on the kimono, and w/>nt Into
the living room to the cheerful glow of
the fire.
Bill remained busy In the kitchen.
Dusk fell. The gleam of a light showed
through a crack in the door. In the
big room only the fire gave battle to
In conversation, because she recog-
nized the masterful quality of the
man.
After n lapse of time thpy dropped
Snto another valley, and faced west-
"ward to a mountain range which Bill
told her was the Rockies. The next
•day a snowstorm struck them. It was
not particularly cold. Bill wrapped
Jier in a heavy canvas coat, and plod-
ded on. Noon passed, and he made
He came in while her gaze was still
roving from one object to another, and
threw his wet outer clothing, boy
fashion, on the nearest chair.
"Well," he said, "we're here."
"Please don't forget, Mr. Wagstaff,"
she replied coldly, "that I would much
prefer not to be here."
He stood a moment regarding her
with his odd smile. Then he went into
the adjoining room. Out of this he
no stop. If anything, he Increased his j presently emerged, dragging a small
iPace. steamer trunk. He opened It, got down
Suddenly, in the late afternoon, they ! on his knees, and pawed over the con-
etepped out of the timber into a little j tents. Hazel, looking over her shoul-
■ciearing, in which the blurred outline j der, saw that the trunk was filled with
«f a cabin showed under the wide arms [ woman's garments, and sat amazed.
«f a leafless tree. | "Say, little person," Bill finally re-
Tlie melting snow had soaked j marked, "it looks to me as If you could
through the coat; her feet were wet j outfit yourself completely right here."
•with the clinging flakes, and the chill j don-t know that I care to deck
•of a lowering temperature had set Ha- [ myself in another woman's finery,
zel shivering. ' thank yon," she returned perversely.
Roaring Bill halted at the door and ..Now_ see here.. K,mring B111 turne(1
Jlfted her down from Silk's back with- J reproachfully "see here •"
out the formality of asking her leave. ; He srlnnod 'to hImge,f nnd wont
lie pulled the lutchstrlng, and led her „Bnln ,nt0 ,hc other r returning
„B , l !e n'de StT, 1 with a small, square mirror. He plant-
•wood and kindling were piled In readl- ,,,, h|ms(,lf squarely In front ot her,
mess for use. Bill kicked the door
ishut, dropped on his knees and started
and held up the glass. Hazel took one
look at her reflection, and she could
the fire. In five minutes a great blaze ,mve gtru(.k Roar,ng fn|> Wg flu.
leaped and crackled Into the wide
throat of the chimney. Then he piled
on more wood, and turned to her.
"This is the house that Jack built,"
he said, with a sober face and a
twinkle In his gray eyes. "Tills is the
man that lives In the house that Jack
built And this"—he pointed mis-
chievously at her—"Is the woman
who's going to love the man that lives
In the house that Jack built."
"That's a lie!" she flashed stormlly
through her chattering teeth.
"Well, we'll see," he answered cheer-
dacity. She had not realized what
an altogether disreputable appearance
a normally good-looking young woman
could acquire In two weeks on the
trail, with no toilet accessories and
only the clothes on her back. She
tried to snatch the mirror from him,
but Bill eluded her reuch, and laid the
glass on the table.
"You'll feel a whole lot better able to
cope with the situation," he told her
smilingly, "when you get some decent
clothes on and your hair fixed. That's
a woman. And you don't need to feel
fully. "Get up here close to the fire | s,garnish about these things. This
and take off those wet things while I lr^nl;.s Eot „ hIstorv ,ot mR tc„
put away the horses." A bunch of simon-pure tenderfeet
And with that he went out whistling, j strayed Into the mountains west of
hero a couple of summers ago. There
were two women In the bunch. The
— | youngest one, who was about your age
A Little Personal History. land size, must have had more than
Hazel discarded the wet coat, and, { her share of vanity. I guess she fig-
CHAPTEFI VI.
drawing a chair up to the fire, took
off her sopping footgear and toasted
Iter bare feet at the blaze. Her cloth-
ing was ulso wet, and she wondered
pettishly how In the world she was
going to manage with only the gar-
ments on her back—and those dirty
and torn from hacking through the
brush for a matter of two weeks. Ac-
cording to her standards, that was
roughing It with a vengeance. But
tired on charming the bear and the
moose, or the simple aborigines who
dwell In this neck of the woods. Any-
how, she had all kinds of unnecessary
fixings along, that trunkful of stuff
In the lot. You can imagine what a
nice time their guides had packing that
on a horse, eh? They got Into a deuce
of a pickle finally, and had to abandon
a lot of their stuff, among other things
the steamer trunk. I lent them a hand.
presently she gave over thinking of her and tliey told me to help myself to the
plight. The fire warmed her, and, with I stuff. So I did after they were out
Hazel Saw That the Trunk Was Filled
With Woman's Garments.
the shadows, throwing a ruddy glow
into the far corners. Presently Bill
came In with a pair of candles which
he set on the mantel above the fire-
place.
"By Jove!" he said, looking down at
her. "You look good enough to eat I
I'm not a cannibal, however," he con-
tinued hastily, when Hazel flushed.
She was not used to such plain speak-
ing. "And supper's ready. Come on I"
The table was set. Moreover, to her
surprise—and yet not so greatly to her
surprise, for she was beginning to ex-
pect almost anything from this para-
doxical young man—it was spread with
linen, and the cutlery was silver, the
dishes china, in contradistinction to
the tinware of his camp outfit.
As a cook Itoorlng BUI Wagstaff had
no cause to be ashamed of himself, and
Hazel enjoyed the meal, particularly
since she had eaten nothing since six
In the morning. After a time, when her
appetite was partially satisfied, she
took to glancing over his kitchen.
There seemed to be some adjunct of a
kitchen missing. A fire burned on a
hearth similar to the one in the living
room. Pots stood about the edge of
the fire. But there was no sign of a
stove.
Bill finished eating, and resorted to
cigarette material iustead of his pipe.
"Well, little person," he said at last,
"what do you think of this Joint of
mine, anyway?"
"I've just been wondering," she re-
plied. "I don't see any stove, yet you
have food here that looks as If It were
baked, and biscuits that must have
been cooked in on oven."
"You see no stove for the good and
sufficient reason," he returned, "that
you can't pack a stove on a horse—and
we're three hundred odd miles from
the end of any wagon road. With a
Hutch oven or two—that heavy, round
Iron thing you see there—I can guar-
antee to cook almost anything you can
cook on a stove. Anybody can if they
know how. Besides, I like things bet-
ter this way. If I didn't, I suppose
I'd have a stove—and maybe a hot-wa-
tiT supply, and modern plumbing. As
It Is, It affords me a sort of prldeful
satisfaction, which you may or may
not be able to understand, that this
cabin and everything in it Is the work
of my hands—or stuff I've packed In
here with all sorts of effort from the
outside. Maybe I'm a freak. But I'm
proud of tills place. Barring the in-
evitable ionesomeness that comes now
and then, I can be happier here than
any place I've ever struck yet. This
country grows on one."
"Yes—on one's nerves," Hazel re-
torted.
Bill smiled, and, rising, began to clear
away the dishes. Hazel resisted an Im-
pulse to help. She would not work;
she would not lift her finger to any
task, she reminded herself. He had
put her In her present position, and lie
could wait on her. So she rested an
elbow on the table and watched him.
In the midst of his work he stopped
suddenly.
"There's oceans of time to do this,"
he observed. "I'm just n wee bit
tired, If anybody should ask you. Let's
camp In the other room. It's a heap
more comfy."
He put more wood on the kitchen
fire, and set a pot of water to heat.
Out In the living room Hazel drew her
chair to one side of the hearth. BUI
sprawled on the bearskin robe with an-
other cigarette In his fingers.
"No," he began, after a long silence,
"this country doesn't get on one's
nerves—not if one Is a normal human
being. You'll find that. When I first
came np here I thought so, too; it
seemed so f>ig and empty and forbid-
ding. But the more I see of it the bet-
ter it compares with the outer world,
where the extremes of luxury and want
are always In evidence. It began to
seem like home to me when I first
looked down into tills little basin. I
had a partner then. I said to him:
'Here's a dandy, fine place to winter.'
So we wintered—in a log shack sixteen
foot square that Silk and Satin and
Nigger have for a stable now. When
summer came my partner wanted to
move on, so I stayed—stayed and be-
gan to build for the next winter. And
I've been working at it ever since,
making little things like chairs nnd
tables and shelves, and fixing up game
heads whenever I got an extra good
•ne. And maybe two or three times a
year I'd go out. Got restless, you
know. I'm not really a hermit by na-
ture. Lord, the things I've packed in
here from the outside ! Books—I hired
a whole pack train at Ashcroft once to
bring in just books; they thought I
was crazy, I guess. I've quit this place
once or twice, hut I always come back.
It's got that home feeling that I can't
find anywhi re else. Only It has always
lacked one Important home qualifica-
tion," he finished softly. "Do you ever
build air castles?"
"No," Hazel answered untruthfully,
uneasy at the trend of his talk. She
was learning that Bill Wagstaff, for
all his gentleness and patience with
her, was a persistent mortal.
"Well, I do," he continued, unper-
turbed. "Lots of 'em. But mostly
around one thing—a woman—a dream
woman—because T never saw one that
seemed to fit In until I ran across you."
"Mr. Wagstaff," Hazel pleaded,
"won't you please stop talking like
that? It isn't—It Isn't—"
"Isn't proper, I suppose," Fill sup-
plied dryly, "Now, that's merely an
error, and a fundamental error on your
part, little person. Our emotion and
Instincts are perfectly proper when yon
get down to fundamentals. You've got
an artificial standard to judge by,
that's all. And I don't suppose yon
have the least Idea how many lives are
spoiled one way and another by the
operation of those same artificial stand-
ards In this little old world. Now, I
may seem to you a lawless, unprin-
cipled individual Indeed, because I've i
acted contrary to your idea of the ae- j
cepted order of things. But here's my j
side of It: I'm In search of happiness, i
We all are. I have a few Ideals—and '
very few Illusions. I don't quite believe j
in this thing called love at first sight.
That presupposes a volatility of emo- 1
"on that people of any strength of
character are not likely to indulge In.
Rut for Instance, a man enn have u
very definite Ideal of the kind of wom-
an he would like for a mnte, the kind
of woman he could be happy with an I 1
could make happy. And whenever lie
finds a woman who corresponds to that
Ideal lie's apt to make a strenuous at- '
tempt to get her. That's pretty much
how I felt about you."
"You had no right to kidnap me," 1
Hozel begun.
"You had no business getting lost
and making It possible for me to carry
you off," Bill replied. "Isn't that logic?"
I'll never forgive you," Hazel
flashed. "It was treacherous and un- \
manly. There are other ways of win-
ning a woman."
"There wasn't any other way open
to me." Bill grew sunaemy moody.
"Not with you in Cariboo Meadows,
i Tin taboo there. Why, I'll have been at
your elbow when you left the supper
I table at Jim Briggs' that night if I
| hadn't known how it would be. I went
there out of sheer curiosity to take a
look at you—maybe oot of a spirit of
defiance, too, because I knew that I
was certainly not welcome even If they
were willing to take my money for a
meal. And I came away all up in the
nlr. There was something about you—
the tone of your voice, the way your
proud little head Is set on your shoul-
ders, your makeup In general—that
sent me away with a large-sized grouch
at myself, at Cariboo Meadows, and at
you for coming In my way."
"Why?" she asked In wonder.
"Because you'd have believed what
they told you. and Cariboo Meadows
! can't tell anything about me that Isn't
J had," he said quietly. "My record
j there makes me entirely unfit to asso-
ciate with—that would have been your
conclusion. And I wanted to be with
you, to talk to you, to take you by
storm and make you like me as I felt
I could enre for you. You enn't have
grown up, little person, without realiz-
ing that you do attract men very
strongly. All women do, but some fur
more than others."
"Perhaps," she admitted coldly.
"Men have annoyed me with their un-
welcome attentions. But none of them
ever dared go the length of carrying
me away against my will. You can't
explain or excuse that."
"I'm not attempting excuses," Bill
made answer. "There are two things
I never do—apologize or bully. I dare
say that's one reason the Meadows
gives me such a black eye. If they
weren't n good deal afraid of me, and
always laying for a chance to do me
HP, they wouldn't let me stay In the
town overnight. So you can see what
a handicap 1 was under when It came
to making your acquaintance and
courting you In the orthodox manner."
"You've made a great mistake," she
said bitterly, "If you think you've re-
moved the handicap. I've suffered a
great deal at the hands of men in the
past six months. I'm beginning to be-
lieve that all men are brutes at heart."
Roaring Bill sat up nnd clasped his
hands over his knees and stared fixedly
Into the flre.
"No," he said slowly, "all men are
not brutes—nny more than all women
are angels. I'll convince you of that."
"Take me home, then," she cried for-
lornly. "That's the only way you can
convince me or make amends."
"No," Bill murmured, "that isn't the
way. Walt till you know me better.
Besides, I couldn't take you out now if
I wanted to without exposing you to
greater hardships than you'll have to
j endure here. Do you realize tlmt It's
I fall, and we're In the high latitudes?
j This snow may not go off at all. Even
If It does It will stornl again before a
week. You couldn't wallow through
snow to your wulst In forty-below-zero
went her."
"People will pass here, nnd I'll get
word out," Hazel asserted desperately.
"What good would that do you?
You've got too much conventional re-
gard for whnt you term your reputa-
tion to send word to Cariboo Meadows
that you're living back here with Roar-
ing Rill Wagstaff, and won't some one
please come and rescue you." He
paused to let that sink In, then con-
tinued; "Besides, you won't see a
white face before spring; then only by
accident. No one in the North, out-
side of a few Indians, has ever seen
tills cabin or knows where it stands."
She sat dumb, raging Inwardly. For
the minute slie could have killed Hoar-
Ing Bill. She who had been so sure In
her Independence carried, whether or
no, into the heart of the wilderness at
the whim of a man who stood n self-
confessed rowdy. In 111 repute among
his own kind. There was s slumber-
ing devil In Miss Hazel Weir, and It
took little to wake her temper. She
looked nt Bill Wagstaff. and her breast
heaved. He was responsible, and ha
could sit coolly talking about it. The
resentment that had smoldered against
Andrew Bush and Jack Barrow concen-
trated on Roaring Bill ns the arch of-
fender of them all. And lest she yield
to a savage impulse to scream at him,
she got up and ran into the bedroom,
slammed the door shut behind her. and
threw herself across the bed to muflle
the sound of her crying In a pillow.
After a time she lifted her head.
Outside, the wind whistled gustily
around the cabin corners. In the
hushed Intervals she heard a steady
pad, pad, sounding sometimes close by
her door, ngain faintly at the far end
of the room. A beam of light shone
through the generous latchstrlng hole
In the door. Stenllng softly over, she
peeped through this hole. From end
to end of the big room nnd back again
Roaring Bill paced slowly, looking
strnlght ahead of him with a fixed,
absent stare, his teeth closed on bis
nether lip. Hazel blinked wondering-
ly. Many an hour In t e last three
months she had walked the floor like
that, biting her lip in mental agony.
And then, while she was looking, Bill
abruptly extinguished the candles. In
lhe red gleam from the hearth she saw
Mm go into the kitchen, closing the
door 6oftly. After that there was no
sound but the swirl of the storm
brushing at her window.
• • • «
In line with Roaring Bill's forecast,
the weather cleared for a brief span,
and then winter shut down in earnest.
Daily the cold Increased, till u half-
Inch layer of frost stood on the cabin
panes.
How Hazel passes the winter
in the "wilds" and what hap-
pens when spring brings a
chance for her release, is told
in the next installment.
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more than a general resemblance to
the genuine wood, but skillful finishing
makes thorn very much alike. lXperta
can usually distinguish between them
£>y the aid of an ordinary pocket lens.
The efforts of the superficial, however,
to Judge the wood by Its appearance,
weight, grain and color often lead
them astray.
A frame has been Invented to en-
able one tunn to operate a two-man
law.
Stand by the right for the sake of
the right.
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instead of
coffee.
Postum is
nutritious,
healthful,
economical,
delicious and
American.
TRY IT m EVERY
GOOD REASON
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Little, Ed F. The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 41, Ed. 1 Friday, June 21, 1918, newspaper, June 21, 1918; Lexington, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110834/m1/3/: accessed March 29, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.