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HAZEL GETS HER FREEDOM AND THEN FINDS THAT SHE
DOES NOT WANT IT.
Synopsis. Miss Hnzel Weir, a stenographer, living at Granville,
Ontario, is placed under a cloud by circumstances for which she is
entirely blameless. To escape from the groundless gossip that pursues
her she secures a position as schoolteacher at Cariboo Meadows, in a
wild part of British Columbia. There, at a boarding house, she first
sees Roaring Bill" Wagstaff, a well-known character of that country.
Soon after her arrival Hazel loses her way while walking In the woods,
bbe wanders until night when she reaches "Roaring Bill's" camp fire
n the woods. He promises to take 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. Hazel finds upon their arrival at
the cabin that she cannot hope to escape from the wilderness before
spring. During the long winter "Roaring Bill" treats Hazel with the
greatest respect. He tells her he loved her and tries to induce her to
marry him, but she refuses. In the spring he takes her to Bella Coola.
where she can get a boat to Vancouver.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued.
Hazel went out to the rail. Bill
■Wagstaff had disappeared, but present-
ly she caught sight of him standing on
the shore end of the wharf, his hands
thrust deep In his coat pockets, staring
after the steamer. Hazel waved the
■envelope that she still held In her hand.
Now that she was independent of him,
she felt magnanimous, forgiving—and
suddenly very much alone, as if she
had dropped back Into the old, depress-
ing Granville atmosphere. But he gave
no answering sign save that he turned
■on the Instant and went up the hill to
where his horses stood tied among the
huddled buildings. And within twenty
minutes the Stanley D turned a jutting
point, and Bella Coola was lost to view.
Hazel went back into her stateroom
*nd sat down on the berth. Presently
she opened the envelope. There was a
thick fold of bills, her ticket, and both
•were wrapped in a sheet of paper pen-
ciled with dots and crooked lines. She
laid it aside and counted the money.
"Heavens I" she whispered. "I wish
he hadn't given me so much. I didn't
need all that."
For Roaring Bill had tucked a dozen
one-hundred-doll.nr notes in the enve-
lope. And, curiously enough, she was
mot offended, only wishful that he had
■been less generous. Then she took up
« the map, recognizing it as the sheet
of paper Bill had worked over so long
their last night at the cabin.
It made the "North more clear—a
great deal more clear—to her, for he
* had marked Cariboo Meadows, the lo-
cation of his cabin, and Bella Coola,
and drawn dotted lines to indicate the
way he had taken her in and brought
her out.
She put away the money and the
map, and bestowed a brief scrutiny
upon herself in the cabin mirror. Six
months in the wild had given her a
iTjddy color, the glow of perfect phys-
ical condition. But her garments were
tattered and sadly out of date. The
"wardrobe of the steamer-trunk lady
had suffered In the winter's wear. She
was barely presentable In the outing
* !t of corduroy.
The Stanley D„ upon the evening of
the third day, turned Into Barnard Inlet
and swept across a harbor speckled
with shipping from all the Seven Seas
to her berth at the dock. .
So Hatel came again to a city—a
•city that roared and bellowed all Its
manifold noises In her ears, long
grown accustomed to a vast and brood-
ing silence. Mindful of Bill's parting
•word, she took a hack to the Lady-
«mlth. And even thongh the hotel was
removed from the business heart of the
city, the rumble of the city's her-
culean labors reached her far Into the
oight. At last she fell asleep, and
<awn of a clear spring day awakeneo
her.
She ate her breakfast, and set forth
on a shopping tour. To such advnn-
tage did she put two of the hundred-
collar bills that by noon she was ar-
rayed In a semi-tailored suit of gray,
■spring hat, shoes and gloves to match.
She felt once more at ease, less con-
scious that people stared at her frayed
and curious habiliments. With a com-
plete outfit of lingerie purchased, and
a trunk In which to store It forwarded
to her hotel, her Immediate activity
was at an end, and she had time to
think of her next move.
And. brought face to face with that,
she found herself at something of a
loss. She had no desire to go back to
Cariboo Meadows, even to get what
Personal treasures she had left
behind. Cariboo Meadows was wiped
ofF the slate as far as she was con-
cerned. Nevertheless, she must make
her way. Somehow she must find a
means to return the unused portion of
the—to her—enormous sum Roaring
Bill had placed In her hands. She must
tnake her own living. The question
that troubled her was: How, and
where? She had her trade' at her fin-
ger ends, and the storied office build-
ings of Vancouver assured her that
any efficient stenographer could find
work. But she looked up as she
walked the streets at the high, ugly
walls of brick and steel and stone, and
tier heart misgave her.
At nightfall she went up to her room
and threw herself wearily on the bed.
8he was tired, body and spirit, and
lonely. Her brief experience in Cari-
!#t> Meadows had not led her to look
kindly on teaching as a means of live-
lihood. And stenographers seemed to
be in demand. Wherefore, she reft*
soned that wages would be high. With
the list in her purse, she went down on
Hastings—which runs like a huge ar-
tery through the heart of the city,
with lesser streets crossing and diverg-
ing.
But she made no application for em-
ployment. For on the corner of Has-
tings and Seymour, as she gathered
her skirt in her hands to cross the
street, someone caught her by the arm
and cried:
Well, forevermore, If it isn't Hazel
Weir I"
And she turned to find herself facing
Loralne Marsh—a Granville school
chum—and Loraine's mother. Back of
them, with wide and startled eyes,
loomed Jack Barrow.
He pressed forward while the two
woin«) overwhelmed Hazel with a
flood of exclamations and questions,
and extended his hand. Hazel accept-
ed the overture. She had long since
gotten over her resentment against
him. She was furthermore amazed to
find that she could meet his eye and
take his hand without a single flutter
of her pulse. It seemed strange, but
she was glad of It.
They stood a few minutes on the
corner; then Mrs. Marsh proposed that
they go to the hotel, where they couU3
talk at their leisure and In comfort.
Loralne and her mother took the lead.
Barrow naturally fell Into step with
Hazel.
'Tve been wearing sackcloth and
ashes, Hazel," he said humbly. "Short-
ly after you left, somebody on one of
the papers ferreted out the truth of
that Bush affair, and the vindictive old
hound's reasons for that compromising
legacy were set forth. Bush appears
to have kept a diary—and kept it post-
ed up to the day of his death—poured
out all his feelings on paper, and re-
peatedly asserted that he would win
you or ruin you. And It seems that
that night, after you refused to come
to him When he was hurt, he called In
his lawyer and made that codicil—and
spent the rest of the time till he died
gloating over the chances of It be-
smirching your character."
"I've grown rather Indifferent about
It." Hazel replied Impersonally. "But
he succeeded rather easily. Even you,
who should have known me better,
were ready to believe the very worst."
•Tve paid for It," Barrow pleaded.
"You don't know how I've hated myself
for being such a cad. But It taught
me a lesson—If you'll not hold a
grudge against me. I've wondered and
worried about you. disappearing the
way yoo did. Where have you been,
and how have you been getting on?
Tou surely look well." He bent an
admiring glance on her.
"Oh, I've been every place, and I
can't complain about not getting on,"
she answered carelessly.
For the life of her, she could not
help making comparisons between the
man beside her and another who she
guessed would by now be bearing up
the crest of the divide that overlooked
the green and peaceful vista of forest
and lake, with the Babine range lying
purple beyond. She wondered if Roar-
ing Bill Wagstaff would ever, under
any circumstances, have looked on her
with the scornful, angry distrust that
Barrow had once betrayed. Barrow's
attitude was that of a little boy who
had broken some plaything In a fit of
anger and was now woefully trying to
put the pieces together again. It
amused her. Indeed, it afforded her a
distinctly un-Christian satisfaction
since she was not by nature of a meek
or forgiving spirit
Hazel visited with the three of them
In the hotel parlor for a matter of two
hours, went to luncheon wltn them,
and at luncheon Loralne Marsh
brought up the subject of her coming
home to Granville with them. The
Tve been doing pretty well lately,
he said. "I camo out here on a deal
that Involved about fifty thousand dol-
lars. I closed it up Just this morning—
and the commission would Just about
buy us that little house we had planned
ouce. Won't you let bygones be by-
gones, Hazle?"
"It might be possible. Jack," she an-
swered slowly, "If it were not for the
fact that you took the most effective
means a man could have taken to kill
every atom of affection I had for you.
I don't feel bitter any more—I simply
don't feel at all."
But you will," he said eagerly.
Just give me a chance. I was a hot-
headed, Jealous fool, but I never will
be^ again. Give me a chance, Hazel."
"You'll have to make your own
chances," she said deliberately. "I re-
fuse to bind myself In any way. Why
should I put myself out to make you
happy when you destroyed all the faith
I had In you? And I don't think I'm
going to care—except, perhaps, In a
friendly way."
And with that Bnrrow had to be
content.
At dusk of the following day she and
Loralne Marsh sat In a Pullman, flat-
tening their noses against the car win-
dow, taking a last look at the envi-
rons of Vancouver as the train rolled
through the outskirts of the city. Ha-
zel told herself that she was going
home. Barrow smiled friendly assur-
ance over the seat.
Even so, she was restless, far from
content. There was something lack-
ing. At half after eight she called the
porter and had him arrange her section
for the night. And she got into bed,
thankful to be by herself, depressed
without reason.
She slept for a time, her sleep bro-
ken Into by morbid dreams, and even-
tually she wakened to find her eyes full
of tears. She did not know why she
should cry, but cry she did till her pil-
low grew moist—and the heavy feeling
In her breast grew. If anything, more
intense.
She switched on the tiny electric
bulb over her head, and fumbled in
her purse for another handkerchief.
Her fingers drew forth, with the bit of
linen, a folded shdet of paper, which
seemed to hypnotize her, so fixedly did
she remain looking at It. A sheet of
plain white paper, marked with dots
and names and crooked lines that
stood for rivers, with •shaded patches
that meant mountain ranges she had
seen—Bill Wagstaff's nap.
She stared at it a long time. Then
she found her time table, and ran
interminable str'ng of station
the
W
Roaring Bill Took Her in His Arms.
names till she found Ashcroft, from
whence northward ran the Ai-jiinn way
of British Columbia, the Cariboo road,
over which she had journeyed by stage.
She noted the distance, and the llmit-
ed's hour of arrival, and looked at her
watch. Then a feverish activity took
hold of her. She dressed, got her
suitcase from under the berth, and
stuffed articles Into It, regardless of
order.
That done, she set her suitcase In
the aisle, and curled herself In the
berth, with her face pressed close
against the window. A whimsical
smile played about her mouth, and her
fingers tap-tapped steadily on the
purse, wherein was folded Bill Wag-
staff's map.
And then out of the dark ahead a
cluster of lights winked briefly, the
shriek of the llmlted's whistle echoed
up and down the wide reaches of the
North Thompson, and the coaches
came to a stop. Hazel took oije look
to make sure. Then she got softly Into
the aisle, took up her suitcase, and left
the car. At the steps she turned to
give the enr porter a message,
'Tell Mrs. Marsh—the lady in lower
five," she said, with a dollar to quicken
his faculties, "that Miss Weir had to
go back. Say I will write soon and
explain."
She stood back In the shadow of
the station for a few seconds. The llm-
lted's stop was brief. When the reTl
lights went drumming down the track,
she took up her suitcase and walked
uptown to the hotel where she hHd tar-
ried overnight once before.
The clerk showed her to a room.
She threw her suitcase on the bM and
turned the key in the lock. Then she
went over, and, throwing up the win-
dow to Its greatest height, sat down
and looked steadily toward the north,
smiling to herself.
I can find him," she suddenly said
aloud. "Of course I can find him 1"
And with that she blew a kiss from
B|IS^JnCnen hWSS disoussed 111111 die- her finger tips out toward the dark
missed. On the question of returning,
Hazel was noncommittal.
"Of course you'll comel We won't
hear of leaving you behind. So you
can consider that settled," Loralne
Marsh declared at last "We're going
day after tomorrow. So Is Mr. Bar-
row."
Jack walked with her out to the
Ladysmith, and, among other things,
told her how he happened to be In the
coast city.
and silent North, pulled down
shade, and went quietly to bed.
the
CHAPTER IX.
An Ending and a Beginning.
Unconsciously, by natural assimila-
tion, so to speak. Hazel Weir had ab-
sorbed more woodcraft than she real-
ized in her over-winter stay in the
high latitudes. Bill Wagstaff had once
told her that few people know Just
what they can do until they are com
pelled to try, and upon this, her second
Journey northward, the truth of that
statement grew more patent with each
pnssing day.
So trailing north with old Limping
George, his fa* klooteb, and two half-
grown SI wash youths. Hazel bore
steadily across country, driving
straight as the rolling land allowed
for the cabin that snuggled In a woodsy
basin close up to the peaks that guard
Pine Hiver |mss.
There came a day when brief uncer-
tainty becume sure knowledge at sight
of a L-shaped body of water glimmer-
ing through the fire-thinned spruce.
Her heart fluttered for a minute. Like
a homing bird, by grace of the rude
map and Limping George, she had
come to the lake where the Indians
had camped In the winter, and she
could have gone blindfolded from the
lake to Roaring Bill's cabin.
She urged her pony through the
light timber growth and across the
little meadows where the rank grass
and strange varicolored flowers were
springing up under the urge of the
warm spring sun. Twenty minutes
brought her to the clearing. Silk and
Satin and Nigger, loafing at the sunny
end of the stable, pricked up their ears
at her approach, and she knew that
Roaring Iiili was home again. She tied
her horse to a sapling and drew nearer.
The cabin door stood wide.
A brief panic seized her. She felt a
sudden shrinking, a wild desire for
headlong flight. But it passed. She
knew that lor good or ill she would
never turn back. •
On the soft turf her footsteps gave
fort! no sound. She gained the door-
way nr. silently as a shadow. Roaring
Bill faced the end of the long room, but
he did not see her, for he was slumped
in the big Chair before the fireplace,
his chin sunk on his breast, staring
straight ahead with absent eyes.
In all the days she had been with
him she had never seen him look like
that. That weary, hopeless expression,
the wry twist of his lips, wrung her
heart and drew from her a yearning
little w hisper.
"Bill!"
He came out of his chair like a pan-
ther. And when bis eyes beheld her
In the doorway he stiffened in his
tracks, staring, seeing, yet reluctant to
believe the evidence of his vision. His
brows wrinkled. He put up one hand
and absently ran it over his cheek.
"I wonder if I've got to the point of
seeing things," he said slowly. "Say,
little person, is it your astral body, or
is it really you?"
"Of course it's me," she cried tremu-
lously, and with fine disregard for
her habitual preciseness of speech.
He came up close to her and pinched
her arm with a gentle pressure, as If
he had to feel the material substance
of her before he could believe. And
then he put Ills hands on her shoul-
ders, as he had done on the steamer
that day at Bella Coola, and looked
long and earnestly at her—looked till I
a crimson wave rose from her nesk to
the roots of her dark, glossy hair. Anil
with that Roaring Bill took her In Ills
arms, cuddled her up close to him, and
kissed her, not once but many times.
"You really and truly came back,
little person," he murmured. "Lord,
Lord—and yet they say the day of
miracles is past."
"You didn't think I would, did you?"
she asked, with her blushing face snug-
gled against his sturdy breast. "Still,
you gave me a map so that I could
find the place."
"That was just taking a desperate
chance. No, I never expected to see
you again, unless by accident," he said
honestly. "And I've been crying the
hurt of It to the stars all the way back
from the const. I only got here yes-
terday. I pretty nenr passed up com-
ing back at all. I didn't see how I
could stay, with everything to remind
me of you. Say, but it looked like a
lonesome hole. I used to love this
place—but I didn't love it last night.
It seemed about the most cheerless
and depressing spot I could have
picked. I think I should have ended
up by touching a match to the whole
business and hitting the trail to some
new country. I don't know. I'm not
weak. But I don't think I could have
stayed here long."
They stood silent In the doorway for
a long Interval. Bill holding her close
to him, and she blissfully contented
careless and unthinking of the future,
so filled was she with Jay of the pres-
ent.
"Do you love me much, little per-
son?" Bill asked, after a little.
She nodded vigorous assent.
"Why?" he desired to know.
Oh. just because—because you're a
man, I suppose," she returned mischie-
vously.
"The world's chuck-full o.<f men,"
BUI observed.
"Surely," she looked up at him. "But
they're not like you. Maybe it's bad
policy to start In flattering you, but
there aren't many men of your type,
Billy-boy; big and strong and capable!
and at the same time kind and patient
and able to understand things, things
a woman can't always put into words.
Last fall you hurt my pride and nearly
scared me to death by carrying me off
In that lawless, headlong fashion of
yours. But you seemed to know just
how I felt about It, and you played
fairer than any man I ever knew
would have done under the same cir-
cumstances. I didn't realize it until I
got back into the civilized world. And
then all at once I found myself longing
for you—and for these old forests and
the mountains and all. So I 'came
back."
"Wise girl," he kissed her. "You'll
never he sorry, I hope. It took some
nerve, too. It's a long trail from here
to the outside. But this north coun-
try—It gets in your blood—if your
blood's red—and I don't think there's
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any water In your veins, little person.
Lord 1 I ru afraid to let go of you for
fear you'll vanish into nothing, like a
Hindu fakir stunt."
"No fear," Hnzel laughed. 'Tve got
a pony tied to a tree out there, and
four Slwashes and a camp outfit over
by Crooked lake. If I should vanish
I'd leave a plain trail for you to fol-
low."
"Well," BUI said, after a short si-
lence, "it's a hundred and forty miles
to a Hudson's Bay post where there's
a mission and a preacher. Let's be on
our way and get married. Then we'll
come back here and spend our honey*
moon, eh?"
She nodded assent.
"Are you game to start In half an
hour?" he asked, holding her off at
arm's length admiringly.
"I'm game for anything, or I wouldn't
be here," she retorted.
"All right. You Just watch an ex-
hibition of speedy packing," Bill de-
clared—and straightway fell to work.
Hazel followed him about, helping to
get the kyaks packed with food. They
caught the three horses, and BUI
stripped the pony of Hazel's riding
gear and placed a pack on him. Then
he put her saddle on Silk.
'He's your private mount hence-
forth." Hill told her laughingly. "You'll
ride liitn with more pleasure than you
did the first time, won't you?"
Presently they were ready to start,
planning to ride past Limping George's
amp and tell him whither they were
bound. Hazel was already mounted.
Itoaring Bill paused, with his toe In
the stirrup, and smiled whimsically at
her over his horse's back.
"I forgot something." snld he, and
went back Into the cabin—whence he
shortly emerged, bearing In his hand
a sheet of paper upon which some-
thing was written In bold, angular
characters. This be pinned on the
door. Hazel rode Silk close to see
what It might be, and laughed amused-
ly, for Bill had written:
"Mr. and Mrs. William Wagstaff will
be at home to their friends on and
after June the twentieth."
He swung up into his saddle, and
they Jogged across the open. In the
edge of the first timber they pulled
up and looked backward at the cabin
drowsing silently under its sentinel
tree. Roaring Bill reached out one
arm and laid it across Hazel's shoul- |
ders.
"Little person," he said soberly, by making it possible for her to turn out
here's the end of one trail, and the beautiful, snowy white, clothes like new.
beginning of another—the longest trail
either of us has ever faced. How does
it look to you?"
She caught his fingers with a quick,
hard pressure.
All trails look alike to me," she
said, with shining eyes, "Just so we
hit them together."
*••••«
"What day of the month Is this,
BUI?" Hazel asked.
j "Haven't the least Idea," he an-
I swered lazily. "Time Is of no conse-
quence to me at the present moment."
| They were sitting on the warm earth
before their cabin, their backs propped
comfortably against a log, watching
the sun sink behind a distant skyline
all notched with purple mountains i
upon which snow still lingered. Beside
them a smudge dribbled a wisp of
smoke sufficient to ward off a pesti-
lential swarm of mosquitoes and blnck '
flies. In the clear, thin air of that
altitude the occasional voices of what
bird and animal life was abroad In the
wild broke Into the evening hush with
astonishing distinctness—a lone goose
winged above In wide circles, uttering
his harsh and solitary cry. He had
lost his mate. Bill told her. Far off In
the bush a fox barked. The evening j
flight of the wild ducks from Crooked _ _
lake to a chain of swamps passed In- C,leflll I OUT
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"Roaring Bill" and Ha*el
■tart on a long trip inta th®
mountains In search of gol1. On
the way they make an Interest-
ing discovery. Read about It In
the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Cactus Candy.
Louisiana sugar cane planters have
evolved n plan for manufacturing
candy from the spineless cactus. In
the process the peel of the plant Is
removed, dipped into hot molasses
and coated with granulated or pow-
dered sugar. The result is a confec-
tion of rich and delicious flavor.
So successful have been the experi-
ments with the new sweet that cane
planters nre now growing cactus,
which formerly was utilized, when
used at ail, for cattle fodder. Planters
can in this way furnish plenty of raw
material for the new product.
Another Important result In the I
making of what some enterprising ad- j
vertiser may call "kaktus-kahdy,"
says an exchange, is that sugar mills
which have heretofore been Idle for
Witherspoon - McMullcn
Live Stock Com. Co.
Actual offices In Kansas City, St. Loul*
Wichita, Oklahoma City and Ft. Worth
"WE PLEASE THE TRADE"
Ik htr VtMiUunniMOe
lata faaSere a>4 MIm straight,
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Oklahoma Auto-Radiater
reader k Lamp Repair Skep
Oar epoelaltlee; He pa I rl ng leaky,
• mashed up and frosea radia-
tors We do not plug tobee,
but we replace old tubes with
now tube*. Ml W. MceaD If
FILMS DEVELOPED
5 Cents a Roll
Prints 3 cents and np
OKLAHOMA FILM FINISHING CO.
311H N. Broadway
Oklahoma City, Okie
STORAGE DATTERIES
| Rebuilt, Rmpalntd Mnd/tm-chmrgmd
New Batterirs In •took for any make ot car,
nine months In the year can now use | U&nm' riWMIK'Jii" .I'miTS
part of their equipment In the candy
manufacturing industry.
Late Food Discoveries.
Lichens have been proposed as the
latest addition to staple articles of
diet. One scientist has suggested Ice-
land moss as suitable for making flour
for bread and reindeer moss as good
fodder for animals.
Prun,y Storage Battery Co.
427 W. Main SI. Oklahoma City, Okla,
N. S. SHERMAN MACHINE
AND IRON WORKS
Engineers, Founders and Machinist!
Grate Bars and Smokestacks
II to M tut Maia Straet OkUhsmi Cllj, Okk.
N. U.. Oklahoma City, No. 27-181%
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Little, Ed F. The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 43, Ed. 1 Friday, July 5, 1918, newspaper, July 5, 1918; Lexington, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110836/m1/3/: accessed May 12, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.