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SICK WOMEN
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You Can Be Free from Pain
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Harrington, Me.-" I suffered with
backache, pains through my hips
THE VALLEY of the GIANTS
By PETER B. KYNE
"GOD HELP YOU!"
Synopsis. Pioneer In the Callfor
tila redwood region, Jolin CardiRan,
at forty-seven, Is the leading citizen
of Sequoia, owner of rnllU, ships,
end many acres of timber, wid
ower after three years of married
llfo, and father of two-year-old
Hryce CardlKfin. At fourteen Uryce
makes the acquaintance of Shirley
Sumner, a visitor at Hequola, and
Mi Junior by a few years Together
they Mult the Valley of the QInU,
sacred to John Cardigan and his
Hon as the burial place of IJryce's
mother, and p.irt with mutual re
grot. While Uryce Is at college
John Cardigan meets with heavy
business losses and for the first
time views the future with uncer
talnty. After graduation from col
lege, and a trip abroad, Uryce Car
digan comes homo. On the train he
meets Shirley Sumner, on her way
to Sequoia to make her home there
with her uncle, Colonel I'onnlngton.
Uryce learns that his father's eye
sight has failed and that Colonel
Pennington Is seeking U take ad
vantage of the old man's business
misfortunes, John Cardigan Is de
spairing, but Uryce Is full of tight.
Uryce finds a burl redwood felled
across his mother's grave, lie goes
to dinner at Pennington's on Shir
ley's Invitation and finds the din
ing room paneled with burl from
the tree. Uryce and 1'ennlngton de
clare war, though Shirley does not
know It. Uryce bestH Jules lion
dcau, Pennington's lighting logging
boss, and fprces him to confess that
Pennington ordered the burl tree
cut. Pennington buttii Into the
fight and gets hurt. Dryce stnnds
(iff a gang jf Pennington's lumber
men. Shirley, who sees It all, tells
Uryce It must be "goodby." Uryce
tenews acquaintance with Molra
Ii-Tavlsh, daughter of his drunken
woods-boss.
CHAPTER VIII Continued.
The thought that ho so rendlly un
derstood touched her; a glint of tears
wits In her nrttl cyeH. He Haw them
ntitl placed IiIh arms frnternnlly around
her shoulders. "Tut-tut, Molra!
Don't cry," he soothed her. "I un
derstand perfectly, and of course we'll
have to do something about It. You're
loo line for this." With a sweep of
Ids hand lie Indicated the camp. "Sit
down on the steps, Molra. and we'll
nlk It over. I really called to see
yonr father, but I guewi I don't want
to see him after all If he's bIcIc."
She looked at him bravely. "I didn't
know you at first, Mr. Hryce. I llhbed.
Father Isn't sick. Ho's drunk:"
"I thought so when I saw the load-Ins-crew
tnlcltiK It easy at the log
landing. I'm terribly sorry."
"I loathe It and I cannot leave It,"
she burst out vehemently. "I'm chain
ed to my degradation. I dream
dreams, and they'll never como true.
I I oh, Mr, Uryce, Mr. Bryce, I'm so
unhappy."
"So am I," ho retorted. "We all
Ret our dose of It, you know, and Just
at present I'm having an extra helping,
It seems. You're cursed with too
much Imagination, Molra. I'm sorry
about your father. Kor all his sixty
years, Molrn. your ronfoundeil parent
"Father Isn't Sick. He's Drunk."
tan still manhandle any man on the
pay-mil, and us fast as Dad put In a
new woods-boss old Mac tlrovu him off
(he Job. He simply declines to be
tired, and Dud's worn out and too tired
to bother about his old woods-boss any
more. LIo'h bwn waiting until I should
get back."
"I know," said Molra wearily. "No
body wants to b Curd I gun's woods
boss and have to fight my father to
hold his Job. I realize what a nuis
ance ho has become,"
F.ryce chuckled. "Of course the mat
ter simmers down to this: Dad Is so
fond of yonr father that he Just hasn't
got the moral courage to work hi in
over and now that Job Is up to tne.
Molra, I'm not going" to beat about the
bush with yon. They tell me your
fnther Is n hopeless Inebriate."
"I'm nfrnld he l, Mr. Uryce."
"How long has he been drinking to
rtcesa?"
"About ten ywrs, I think. Of course,
he would always take a few drinks
with the men around rxiy-dny, but after
mother died, he begun taking his
drinks between pay-days. Then he
took to going down to Sequoia on
Saturday nights and coming back on
the mad-train, the maddest of the lot
I suppose he was lonely, too. He
didn't get real bad, however, till
about two years ago."
"Well, we have to get logs to the
mill, and wo can't get them with old
John litirleycorn for a woods-boss,
Molra. So we're going to change
woods-bosses, and tlio new woods-boss
will not he driven off tho Job, becausu
I'm going to stay up here u couple of
weeks and break him In myself. But
how do you manage to get money to
clothe yourself? Sinclair tells me
Mac needs every cent of his two hun
dred and fifty dollars a month to enjoy
himself."
"I used to steal from him," the girl
admitted. "Then I grew ashamed of
that, and for the past six months I've
been earning my own living. Mr. Sin
clair was very kind. Ho gave me a
Job waiting on table In the camp din
ing room. You see, I had to have
something here. I couldn't leave my
father. He had to have somebody to
take care of him. Don't you see, Mr.
Hryce?"
"Sinclair Is n fuzzy old fool," Uryce
declured with emphasis. "Tho Idea of
our woods-boss's daughter slinging
hash to lumberjacks. Poor Molra 1"
Ho took one of her bunds In his,
noting the callous spots on tho plump
palm, the thick finger-Joints that hint
ed so of toll, the nails that had never
been manicured save by Molra herself.
"Do you remember when I was a boy,
Molra, how I used to como up to tho
logging-camps to hunt and llsh? I al
ways lived with tho McTnvlshes then.
And In September, when the huckle
berries were ripe, we used to go out
and pick them together. Poor Molra 1
Why, we're old pals, and I'll be shot
If I'm going to see you suffer. Listen,
Molm. I'm going to fire your father,
as I've said, because he's working for
old J. n. now, not the Curdlgan Red
wood Lumber company. I really ought
to pension him after his long years In
the Cardigan service, hut I'll be f
hanged If we can afford pensions any
more particularly to keen a mnn In
booze; so the best our old woods-boss f
gets from me Is tills shanty, or another
llko It when we move to now cuttings,
and a perpetual meal-ticket for our
camp dining room while the Cardi
gans remain In business. I'd finance
him for a trip to some state Institu
tion where they sometimes reclaim
such wreckage, If I didn't think he's
too old a dog to bo tnught now tricks."
"Perhaps," sho suggested sndly,
"you had better talk the matter over
with him."
"No, I'd rather not. I'm fond of your
father, Molra. Ho wub a man when
I huw him hist such n man as these
woods will never see ngaln and I
don't want to see him ngaln until ho's
cold sober. I'll write him n letter. Ah
for you, Molra, you're fired, too. I'll
not have you waiting on table In ray
logging-camp not by n Jugful I You're
to como down to Sequoia and go to
work In our olllce. We can uwi you on
tho books, helping Sinclair, and re
lievo htm of tho task of billing, check
ing tallies, and looking after the pay T
roil. I'll pay you u hundred dollars
a month, Molra. Can you get along
on that?"
Her hard hand closed over his
tightly, but sho did not speak.
"All right. Molra. It's a go, then.
There, there, girl, don't cry. Wo
Cordlgans had twenty-live years of
faithful service from Donald McTav
Ish before ho commenced slipping
after all, wo owe him something, I
think."
Sho drew his bund suddenly to her
Urn and kissed It; her hot tears ot
Joy fell on It, but her heart was too"
full for mere words.
Tlddle-de-dee. Molrn I nuck up,"
he protested, hugely pleased, but em
barrnssed withal. "The way you tnkf
this, one would think you bud expert
ed me to go back on an old pal and
hnd been pleasantly surprised when I
didn't. Cheer up, Molra I I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll advance you two
months' salary for well, you'll need
n lot of clothes and things In Sequoia
that you don't need here. And I'nl
glad I've managed to settle the Me
TiivNh bash without kicking tip a row"
and hurting your feelings. Poor old
Mac I I'm sorry I cnn't bear with him
but wr simply have to havo the log
you know."
He rose, stooped, and pinched nor
ear; for lutd he not known her since
childhood, and had they not gathered
huckleberries together In tho long
ago? She was sister to him Just an
other ono of his problems and noth
Ing more. "Hoport on tho Job as soon
os possible, Molra," ho called to hoi
from Ine gale.
Presently, when Molra lifted her
Madonna glnnce to the frlezo of tim
ber on tho skyline, there was a new
glory In her eyea; and lo, It was nu
tumn tn tho woods, for over that hill
Prince Churmlng had como to her, and
l!f wns all crimson and gold I
When the trtn loaded with Cardl-
Author of "Cappy Rick"
gun logs crawled In on the main track
and stopped at the log-landing In Pen
nington's camp, the locomotive un
coupled and backed In on tho siding
for the purpose of kicking the caboose
In which Shirley and Colonel Penning
ton had ridden o the woods, out onto
the main line again where, owing to
a slight downhill grade, the cnboose
controlled by tho brnkeman could
coast gently forward and be hooked
onto the end of the log train for the
return Journey to Sequoia.
Throughout the afternoon Shirley,
following the battle royal between
Bryco and the Pennington retainers,
had snt dismally in the caboose. She
wns prey to many contllctlng emo
tions; but- hnvlng had what her sec
term "a good cry," she had to a great
extent recovered her customnry poise
and was busily speculating on the
rapidity with which she could leave
Sequoia and forget she had ever met
Bryce Cardigan when the log train
rumbled Into the landing and the last
of the long f-.trlng of trucks came to a
stop directly opposite the caboose.
Shirley happened to be looking
through the grimy caboose window at
that moment. On the top log of the
load tho object of her unhappy specu
lations was seated, apparently quite
oblivious of the fact that he was bock
once more In the haunt of his enemies,
although knowledge that tho double
bitted ax he had so unceremoniously
borrowed of Colonel Pennington was
driven deep Into the log beside hln
with the hnft convenient to his hand,
probably had much to .do with Bryce's
air of detnehed Indifference.
Shirley told herself that should he
move, should ho show tho slightest
disposition to raise his head and bring
his eyes on n level with hers, she
would dodge away from tho window
In time to escape his scrutiny.
She reckoned without tho engine.
With n smart bump It struck tho ca
boose and shunted It briskly up the
siding; at tho sound of the Impact
Bryce raised his troubled glnnce Just
In time to see Shirley's body, yield
ing to the shock, sway Into full view
at tho window.
With dlfllculty he suppressed a grin.
"I'll bet my Immortal soul Bhe was
peeking nt me," ho soliloquized. "Con
found the luck I Another meeting this
nftcrnoon would bo embarrassing."
Tactfully he resumed his Btudy of his
feet, not even looking up when the
cnboose, after gaining the main track,
slid gently down tho slight grade find
was coupled to the rear logging truck.
Ho heard tho engineer shout to the
brnkemnn who had ridden down from
the head of tho train to unlock the
siding switch and couple the caboose
to hurry up, lock the switch, and
get bnck aboard tlie cnglno.
"Cnn't got this dnnged key to turn
In the lock," the brnkeman shouted
presently. "Lock's rusty, and some
thing's gone bust Inside."
Minutes passed. Bryco's assumed
abstraction became real, for he had
mnny matters to occupy his busy
brain, and It was Impossible for him to
sit Idle without adverting to some of
them. Presently ho wns subconscious
ly aware that tho train wns moving
gently forward; nlmost Immediately,
It seemed to him, the long string of
trucks had gathered their customary
speed; nnd then suddenly It dawned
upon Hryco that tho train had started
off without n single Jerk and that It
was gathering headway rapidly.
Ho looked nheud nnd his hair grow
creepy at the roots. There was no lo
comotive attached to tho train! It
was running away down a two per
cent grade, and becnuso of the tre
mendous weight of tho train, It wns
gathering momentum at n fearful rate.
The reason for tho runawuy dawned
on Hryco Instantly. The road, being
privately owned, was, like most log
ging roads, neglected ns to roadbed
and rolling stock ; also It was under
manned, and the brnkeman, who also
acted as switchman, had failed to set
the hand-brakes on tho leading truck
nfter tho engineer had locked the air
brakes. As n result, during the live or
six minutes required to "spot In" the
cnboose, and an extra minute or two
lost whllo the brnkeman struggled
with the recalcitrant lock on the
switch, tho air hnd leaked nwny
through the worn valves and rubber
tubing, nnd the brakes hnd boon re
leasedso that tho train, without
warning, had quietly and almost noise
lessly slid out of the log-lnndlng and
started on Its mad career. There was
nothing to do now save watcli tho wild
runnway and pray, for of nil tho mad
runaways Iti a mad world, a loaded
logging train Is by far the worst.
Kor on Instant nfter realizing his
predicament, Bryce Cnrdlgun was
tempted to Jump ond take his chnnco
on n few broken bones, before tho
train could reach n greater speed than
twenty miles nn hour. Ills next lm
pulso was to ran forward and set tho
hnnd-brnke on the lending truck, but
a glanco showed him that even with
the train standing still ho could not
hope to leap from truck to truck nnd
Innd on the round, freshly peeled sur
face of the logs without slipping, for
he hnd no calks In his hoots, And tn
slip now meant awlft nnd horrible
death.
Then he remembered. In the wildly
rolling cnboose Shirley Sumner rode
with her uncle, while less than two
miles nhend, the track swung In n
sharp curve high up along the hillside
above Mad river. Iryee knew the
lending truck would never tnkc thnt
curve nt high speed, even If the an
cient rolling stock should hold togeth
er until the curvo was reached, but
would shoot off nt n tangent Into the
canyon, carrying trucks, logs, nnd ca
boose with It, rolling over nnd over
down the hillside to the river.
"The caboose must be cut out of
this runaway," Hryce soliloquized,
"and It must be cut out In n devil of
u hurry. Here goes nothing In pnr
tlculnr, nnd may God be good to my
dear old man."
Ho jerked his axe out of the log,
drove It deep Into the top log toward
the end, nnd by using the haft to cling
to, crawled townrd the renr of the
load and looked down nt the cnboose
coupling. The top log was a sixteen-
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foot butt r the two bottom logs were
eJghteen-footers. With n silent prayer
of thnnks to Providence, Bryce slid
down to the landing thus formed. He
wns still five feet above the coupling,
however; but by leaning over tho
swaying, humping edge nnd swinging
the nxo with ono hand, he managed to
cut through the rubber hose on the
nlr connection.
After accomplishing this, axe In
hand, he leaped down to the nnrrow
ledge formed by the bumper In front
of the caboose driving his face Into
the front of the cnbooso; and he only
grasped the steel rod lending from
the brnke-chnlns to the wheel on the
roof In time to avoid falling half
stunned between the front of the cn
boose nnd the rest of tho logging
truck. Tho cnbooso had onco been n
box car; bonce there wns no railed
front plntform to which Bryce might
have leaped In safety. Clinging peril
ously on the bumper, he reached with
his foot, got his toe tinder the lever
on tho side, Jerked It upward, and
threw the pin out of the coupling;
then with his free hand he swung the
nxe nnd drove tho grent steel Jaws of
the coupling apart.
The cnbooso wns cut out I But nl
reatly tho deadly curve was In sight;
In two minutes tho first truck would
reach It; and the cnboose, though cut
loose, had to bo stopped, else with the
headway It had gathered. It, too. would
follow tho logging trucks to glory.
For a moment Bryco clung to the
brake-rod, wenk and dizzy from the
effects of the blow wlicn, leaping down
from the loaded truck to tho caboose
bumper, his face had smashed Into
tho front of tho cnboose. His chin
wns bruised, skinned, and bloody; bis
noso hnd been broken, and twin rivu
lets of blood rnn from his nostrils. He
wiped It away, swung his nxe, drove
the blade deep Into the bumper nnd
left It there with tho hnft qulvurlng;
turning, he climbed swiftly up the
narrow Iron ladder besldo the brake
rod until ho reached the roof; then,
still standing on the ladder, he
renched the brake-wheel and drew
It promptly but gradually nround
until the wheel-blocks began to
bite, when ho exerted his tre
mendous strength to tho utmost
nnd with his knees braced doggedly
ngulnst the front of the caboose, held
tho wheel.
Tho brake screamed, but the speed
of the caboose was not appreciably
slnckenod. "It's had too good a start I"
Bryce moaned. "The momentum Is
more thnn I can overcome. Oh, Shir
ley, my love' God help you I"
Ho cast n sudden despairing look
over his shoulder downward at the
coupling. He was winning, nfter nil,
for a space of six feor now yawned
between the end of the logging truck
nnd the bumper of the caboose. If
he could hut hold thnt tremendous
strain on the wheel for a quarter of
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n mile, he might get tho demon ca
boose under control I
After what seemed an eon of wait
ing, he ventured another look ahead.
The reur logging-truck wns n hundred
yards In fronl of him now, and from
the wheels of the cnboose nn odor of
something burning drifted up to him.
"Pve got your wheels locked I" he half
sobbed. "I'll hold you yet, you brute.
Slide I That's It I Slide, nnd flatten
your Infemnl wheels. Hah I You're
quitting quitting. I'll have you In
control before we rench tho curve.
Burn, curse you, bum I"
With a shriek of metal scraping
metal, the head of the Juggernaut
ahead took the curve, clung there an
Instant, nnd wns cntapultcd out Into
space. Logs weighing twenty tons
were flung nbout like kindling; one In
stant, Bryce could see them In the air;
the next they hnd disappeared down
tho hillside. A deafening crash, a
splash, a cloud of dust
With a protesting squeal, the cn
boose enme to the point where the log-
glng-trnln had left the right of wny,
carrying rails and ties with It Tho
wheels on the side nearest the bank
slid into the dirt first and plowed deep
Into the soil ; the cnboose came to
an nbrupt stop, trembled nnd rattled,
overtopped Its center of gravity, and
fell over ngnlnst the cut-bank, wenrlly,
like a drunken hag.
Bryce, still clinging to the brake,
was fully jbrnced for the shock nnd
was not flung oft. Calmly he descend
ed the Inddcr, recovered tho axe from
the bumper, climbed bnck to the roof,
tiptoed off the roof to the top of the
bank and sat cnlmly down under n
mnnzanlta bush to nwnlt results, for
he wns quite confident that non of
the occupants of the confounded cn
boose hnd been treated to anything
worso than n wild rldo nnd n rare
fright, and he wns curious to sec how
Shirley Sumner would behave In nn
emergency.
Colonel, Pennington wns first to
emerge tit the rear of the caboose. Ho
leaped lightly down the steps, ran to
tho front of the car, looked down the
track, and swore feelingly. Then ho
darted back to the rear of the ca
boose. "All clear and snug ns n bug under
n chip, my dear," he called to Shirley.
"Thank God, the caboose become un
coupled guess that fool brakeman
forgot to drop the pin ; It wns the last
car, and when It Jumped the track
nnd plowed Into the dirt, It Just nnt
urally quit nnd toppled over ngnlnst
the bnnk. Come out, my dear."
Shirley came out, dry-eyed, hut
white nnd trembling. Tho Colonel
plnced his arm nround her, nnd sho
hid her face on his shoulder and shud
dered. "There, there 1" he soothed hor
uffectlonntely. "It's nil over, my dear.
All's well that ends well.'.'
"The train," she cried In n choking
voice. "Where Is It?"
"In little pieces down In Mnd
river."
"Bryce Cardigan," she sobbed. "I
snw him he wns riding ntop on the
train. He nh, God help him I"
Tho Colonel shook hor with sudden
ferocity. "Young Cardigan," he cried
sharply. "Hiding tho logs? Are you
certnln?"
She nodded, nnd her shoulders
shook plteously.
"Then Bryce Cardigan Is gone!"
Pennington's pronouncement wns sol
emn, dendly with Itsi flat finality. "No
man could havo rolled down Into Mnd
river with n trnlnlocd of logs nnd sur
vived. The devil himself couldn't."
Ho heaved a grent sigh, and added:
"Well, thnt clenrs the atmosphere con
siderably, nlthough for all his faults,
I regret, for his father's sake, that this
dreadful affair has happened. Well,
It cnn't bo helped, Shirley. Poor devil I
For nil his dnmnnble trentment of mo,
I wouldn't have hnd this happen for a
million dollnrs."
Shirley burst Into wild weeping
Bryce's heart leaped, for he under
stood the reason for her grief. She
hnd sent him away In nngcr, nnd ho
hnd gone to his death ; ergo It would
bo long before Shirley would forgive
herself. Hryce had not Intended pre
senting himself before hei In his bat
tered anil bloody condition, but the
sight of hor distress now was mora
than he could benr. Ho coughed slight
ly, and the alert colonel glanced up nt
him Instantly
"Well, I'll be banged!" The words
fell from Pennington's lips with u
heartiness that wns almost touching.
"I thought you'd gono with the train."
"Sorry to have disappointed you, old
top," Bryce replied blithely, "but I'm
Just naturally stubborn. Too bad about
the atmosphere you thought cleared a
moment ago l It's clogged worse than
ever now."
Bryce turns a deaf ear to
Shirley and forces the fight
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rapt admiration to the drum-major.
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"Charley, dear," said young Mrs.
Torkins, "I understand there Is going
to be a great deal of singing In the
present campaign."
"Some of It Is liable to be pretty
bad."
"I nra nfrald so. Hut I want to do
my best. Do you think I ought to stop
studying political economy and taka
music lessons?"
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