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    NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE.
THE VALLEY rf the GIANTS
CHAPTER XVIII Continued.
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"I suppose bo," she answered, "al
though I think until very recently
Hint It wns (hose sixteen townships
of red cedar that crown grant In
British Columbia In which you Induced
me to Invest four hundred thousand
dollars. You will remember that you
purchased that timber for mo from the
Caribou Timber company, Limited.
You raid it wns an unparalleled Invest
ment. Quito recently I learned no
matter how that you were tho princi
pal owner of the Caribou Timber com
pany, Limited I Smart ns you arc,
HonTebody swindled you with that red
-ednr. It was a wonderful stand of
timber so rend tho cruiser's report
but Ilfty per cent of It, despite Its
green and flourishing nppearance, Is
hollow-butted I And the remaining
llfty per cent of sound timber ennnot
be logged unless the rolttcn timber Is
logged also nnd gotten out of the way.
And I am Informed that logging It
upells bankruptcy."
She gazed nt him steadily, but with
out rir.il ice; his face crimsoned and
then paled; presently his glance
Nought tho carpet. While ho struggled
to formulate n verbal defense ngalnst
her accusation Shirley continued;
"You had erected a huge sawmill
nnd built nnd equipped a logging road
before you discovered you had been
swindled. So, In order to save as
much as possible from the wreck, you
decided to unload your white elephant
on somebody else. I was tho readiest
victim. You were the executor of my
father's estate you were my guardian
nnd financial adviser, and so you found
It very, very easy to swindle me I"
"I had my back to tho wnll," ho
quavered. "I was desperate and It
wasn't at nil the bad Investment you
have been told It Is. You had the money
moro money than you knv what to
do with and with the proceeds of tho
sale of those cedar lands, I know I
could make an Investment In California
redwood nnd more thnn retrieve my
fortunes mnko big money for both
of us."
"You might have borrowed the money
from me. You know I hnvo tyivor hes
itated to Join In your enterprises."
"Tills was too big a deal for you,
Shirley, I had vision. I could sec In
calculable rlclics In this redwood .em
pire, but It was n tremendous gamble
and rcQulred twenty millions to swing
It nt (ho very start. I dreamed of tho
eontrol of California redwood; nnd If
you will stand by me, Shirley, I shall yet
make my dream como true and half
of it shall bo yours. It has nlways
been my Intention to .buy back from
you secretly and at n nlco proilt to you
that Caribou red cednr, and with tho
acquisition of the Cardigan properties
I would hnvo been In position to do
no. Why, that Cardigan tract In tho
ISan Ilcdi'ln which we will buy In with
(In it year for half a million, Is worth
live millions at least, And by that
time, I feel certain In fact, I know
the Northern Pacific will commenco
building In from tho south, from Wit
Ills." I "J shall" ho began, hut hd paused
inbrupUy, ns If he had suddenly Re
membered that tact nnd not pugnacity
was tho requirement for tho hnndllng
of this ticklish situation.
i Sho silenced him with a disdainful
gesture. "You shall not smash tho
Cardigans," sho declared firmly. "You
,nro devoid of mercy, of n sense of
-sportsmanship. Now, then, Undo
Seth, listen to mo: You hnvo
'twenty-four hours In which to ninko
nip yonr mind whether to ncccpt my
'ultimatum or refuse It. If you re
fuse, I shall prosecute you for fraud
jnd n betrayal of trust as my father's
executor , on that red cednr timber
deal."
Ho brightened a trifle. "I'm nfrnld
'that would bo n long, hard row to hoe,
liny dear, nnd of course, I Bhnll have to
defend mysoff."
J "In addition," tho girl went on qui
etly, "tho county grand Jury ahull bo
.furnished with a stenographic report
of your conversntlouof Thursday
night with Mayor Poundstone. TImt
oylll not bo a long, hard row to hoe,
t Uncle" Petri, for In. addition to the
stenographer, I have another reliable
witness, Judge Moore. Your casual
disposal of my sedan as a bribe to the
mayor will bo hard to explain and
rather amusing, In view of tho fact
that Bryco Cardigan managed to fright
en Mr. Poundstone Into returning the
sedan while you were awny. And
'If that Is not mifllclcnt for my purposo,
I I have the sworn confession of the
I Black Minorca that you gave him Ave
hundred dollars to kill Bryco Cardigan.
Your woods boss, Rondeau, will also
swear that you approached htm with a
j proposition to do away with nryco
Cardigan. I think, therefore, that you
will readily see how Impossible a sit
(unllOB you have managed to create
nnd will not uisagree wiui me wnen i
suggest that It would be better for you
to leave this ,couuty."
Ills face had gone gray and hag
card. "I can't," he murmured, "I
I can't leave this great business now.
.Your own interests in me company
'render such a course unthinkable.
; "Without my hand at tho helm, thing
I will to te swash."
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of "Cappy Ricks"
"I'll risk that. I want to get rid of
that worthless red cedar timber; so I
think you had better buy It back from
mo at the same figures at which you
sold It to me."
"Hut I haven't the money nnd I
can't borrow It. I I "
'l will have the cqulvnlcnt In stock
of the Luguna Orande Lumber com
pany. You will call on Judge Moore
to complete the transaction and leave
with him your resignation ns president
of the Lngunn Grande Lumber com
pany." Tho Colonel raised his glance and
bent it upon her In cold nppralsal.
Sho met It with firmness, nnd the
thought enme to him: "She Is n Pen
nington I" And hopo died out In his
heart. He began pleading In maudlin
fashion for mercy, for compromised
Hut tho girl wns obdurate.
"I nm showing you more mercy than
you deserve you to whom mercy wns
over n sign of weakness, of vacillation.
There Is a gulf between us, Undo
Seth n gulf which for a long tlmo
I hnvo dimly sensed nnd which, be
cause of my recent discoveries, has
widened until It enn no longer De
bridged."
He wrung his hands In desperntlon
and slid to his knees beforo her; with
hypocritical endearments he strove to
tnko her hand, but she drew nwny from
him. "Don't touch me," she cried
sharply and with n breaking note In
her voice. "You planned to kill Brvco
Cardigan-! And for that and that
alone I shall never forgive you."
She fled from the office, lenvlng him
cringing nnd grovelling on the floor.
"There will be no directors' meeting,
Mr. Sexton," sho Informed the mana
ger ns she passed through the general
ofllcc. "It Is postponed."
Thnt' trying Intervlow had wrenched.
Shirley's soul to a degreo that left her
faint and weak. She at once set out
on n long drive, In tho hopo that be
foro sho turned homeward again she
might regnln something of her cus
tomary composure.
Presently tho nsphnltum-pavcd
street gave way to n dirt road nnd
terminated abruptly nt the boundaries
of n field that sloped gently upward
a Hold studded with huge blnck red
wood stumps showing dismally
through coronets of young redwoods
thnt grew riotously around tho base
of the dopnrtcd parent trees. From
tho fringe of tho thicket thus formed,
the terminus of nn old skid-road
showed and a' signboard, freshly paint
ed, pointed the way to tho Valley of
the Olants.
Shirley hnd not, intended to como
here, but now thnt sho hnd arrived,
It occurred to her that It was hero
sho wanted to come. Parking her car
by tho sido of tho road, she alighted
nnd proceeded up tho old skid, now
newly planked nnd with tho encroach
ing forcstratlon cut nway so that the
daylight might enter from nbovo. On
over tho gentlo divide sho went nnd
down townrd tho nmphlthenter where
the primeval giants grow. And ns
slu' approached ft, the sound that Ts
sllenco In tho redwoods the thunder
ous dTnpason of tho centuries wove
Its spell upon her; quickly, Impercept
ibly there faded from her mind the
"Who la It?"
memory of that grovelling Thing she
had left behind In the mlll-ofllce. nnd
In Its place there came n subtlo peace,
n feeling of awe, of wonder such a
feeling, Indeed, ns must como to one
In the realization that man "Is distant
but God Is near.
A cluster of wild orchids pendent
from the great fungus-covered roots
of a glunt challenged her attention.
Sho gathered them. Farther on, In
a spot where n Bhaft of sunlight fell,
sho plucked an armful of golden Cal
Ifronla popples and flaming rhododen
drcu, nnd with her delicate burden
-she came at length to the giant-guarded
clearing where the halo of sunlight
fell upon tho grave of Hryca Cardi
gan's mother. There were red roses
on (t a couple of dozen, at leust, and
these rho rearranged In order to make
room 'for her own offering.
"Poor dear I" she murmured aud
ibly. "God didn't spare you for much
happiness, did ho?"
A voice, deep, res'onant, klndlv,
spoke n few feet away. "Who is It?"
Shirley, startled, turned swiftly.
Scutcd ncross tho little amphitheater
In a lumberjack's easy-chntr fashioned
from nn old barrel, John Cardigan sat,
his sightless gaze bent upon her. "Who
Is it?" he repeated.
"Shirley Sumner," sho answered.
"You do not know me, Mr. Cardigan."
"No," replied ho, "I do not. That
Is a name I have heard, however. You
nre Seth Pennington's niece. Is some
one with you?"
"I am qulto nlonc, Mr. Cardigan."
"And why did you come here alone?"
he queried.
"I I wanted to think."
"You mean you wanted to think
clearly, my dear. Ah, yes, this Is tho
placo for thoughts." Ho was silent
n moment. Then: "You were think
ing nloud, Miss Shirley SOmncr. I
heard you. You said: 'Poor dear
God didn't spare you for much hap
piness, did he?' Then you knew
nbout her being here."
"Yes, sir. Some ten years ago,
when I was n very little girl, I met
your son ltryce. He guve mo n ride
on his Indlnn pony, nnd we came here.
So I remember."
"Well, I declare 1 Ten yenrs ago,
eh? You'vo met, eh? You've met
BrycO since his return to Sequoln, I
believe. He's quite n fellow now."
"Ho Is Indeed."
John Cardigan nodded sagely.- "So
that's why you thought aloud;" ho re
marked Impersonally. "Bryco told you
nbout her. You nre right, Miss Shlr
loy Sumner. God didn't give her
much tlmo for happiness Just three
years; but olvsuch wonderful years!
Such wonderful yenrs I
"It was" mighty line of you to .bring
flowers," ho nnnounced presently. "I
nppreclnto that. I wish I could see
you. You must bo n dear, nlco, thought
ful girl. Won't you sit down nnd talk
to me?"
"I should be glad to," she answered,
nnd seated herself on the brown car
pet of redwood twigs close to his
chair. - '
"So you came up here to do a lit
tle clear thinking," ho continued In
his deliberate, amlnble tones. "Do
you come here often?"
"This Is the third time In ten years,"
sho answered. "I feel thnt I liavo
no business to Intrude here. This Is
your shrine, und strangers should not
profnno It."
"I think. I should have resented the
presence of nny other person, Miss
Sumner. I resented you until you
spoke."
"I'm glad you said that, Mr. Cardi
gan. It sets me at ease."
"I hadn't been up here, for nearly
two years until recently.' You see I
I don't own the Valley of tho Giants
nny moro."
"Indeed. To whom have you sold
It?"
"I do not, know, Miss Sumner. I had
to -sell; there was no other way out
of tho Jam Bryco nnd I were In; so
I sacrificed my sentiment for my boy.
However, the new owner has been
wonderfully kind nnd thoughtful. She
reorganized that old skid-road so even
nn old blind duffer like me enn find
his wny In nnd out without getting
lost and she had this easy-chair made
for me. I hnvo told Judge Moore, who
represents the unknown owner, to ex
tend my thanks to his client. But
words are so empty, Shirley Sumner.
If thnt now owner could only under
stand how grateful I am how pro
foundly her courtesy touches me "
"Her courtesy?" Shirley echoed.
"Did a woman buy tho Giants?"
Ho smiled down at her. "Why,
certainly. Who but a woman and a
dear,, kind, thoughtful woman would
have thought to hnvo this chair made
and brought up hero for mo?"
Fell n long silence between them;
then John Cardigan's trembling hnnd
went groping out townrd the girl's.
"Why, how stupid of mo not to hnvo
guessed It Immediately 1" ho said.
"You are the new owner. My dear
child, If the silent prayers of a very
unhappy, old man will bring God's
blosslug on you there, there, girl I I
didn't Intend to mnke you weep. What
a tender heart It Is, to bo surel"
She took his great toll-worn hand,
and her hot tears fell on it, for his
gentleness, his benlgnnncy, had touch
ed her deeply. "Oh, you must not tell
anybody! You musn't," she cried.
lie put his hand on her shoulder as
she knelt before him. "Good land of
love, glr!, what made you do it? Why
should a girl like you give a hundred
thousand for my Valley of tho Giants?
Were- you" hesitatingly "your un
cle's agent?"
"No. I bought It myself with my
own monoy. My uncle doesn't know I
am tho new owner. You see, he want
ed It for nothing."
"Ah, yes. I suspected as much a
long time ago. Your uncle Is the
modern typo of business man. Not
very much of an Idealist, Tm afraid.
But tell me why you decided to thwart
the plans of your relative,"
Copyright by Peter D. Kjne
"1 knew It hurt you terribly to sell
your Giants; they were denr to you
for sentimental reasons. I understood,
also, why you were forced to sell ; so
I well, I decided the Giants would be
safer In my possession than In my
uncle's. In all probability he would
have logged this valley for the sake
of the clear seventy-two-inch boards
he could get from these trees."
"That docs not explain satisfactor
ily, to me, why you took sides with a
stranger ngalnst your own kin," John
Cardigan persisted. "There must bo
n deeper nnd more potent reason,
Miss Shirley Sumner."
"Well," Shirley made answer, glad
ho could not see the flush of confusion
nnd embarrassment that crimsoned
her cheek, "when I came to Sequoia
last May, your son nnd I met, quite
accidentally. Tho stago to Sequoln
had already gone, and lie wns gracious
enough to Invite me to mnke the Jour
ney In his cnr. Then we recalled hav
ing met ns children, nnd presently I
gathered from his conversation that he
and his John-pnrtner, as'he" called you,
were very dear to each other. I was
witness to your meeting thnt night
I saw him take you In his big amis
nnd hold ,you tight because you'd
gone blind while he was away having
a good time. And you hndn't told
him! I thought that was brnve of
you ; and later, when Bryce and Molra
McTnvIsh told me nbout you how
kind you were, how you felt your
responsibility townrd your employees
and the community well, I Just
couldn't help a leaning townrd John
partner nnd John-partner's boy, be
cause tho boy was so fine and true to
his father's Ideals."
"Ah, he's n man. He Is Indeed," old
John Cardigan murmured proudly. "I
dare say you'll never get to know hlra
Intimately, but If yqu should -"
"I know him Intimately," she cor
rected him. "Ho snved my life tho
day the log-train ran away. And thnt
wns another reason. I owed him n
debt, nnd so did my uncle; but Uncle
wouldn't pay his share, and I hnd to
pay for him."
"Wonderful," murmured John Cardl
gan, "wonderful I But still you haven't
told me why you pnld a hundred
ithousnnd dollars for the Giants when
you could have bought them for llfty
thousand. You had n woman's reason,
I dare say, and women nlways reason
from tho heart, never the head. How
ever, If you do not care to tell me, I
Bhnll not Insist. Perhaps I have ap
peared unduly Inquisitive."
"I would rather not tejl you," sho
answered.
A gentle, prescient smile fringed his
old mouth ; ho wagged his leonine head
ns If to say: "Why should I nsk,
when I know?" Fell again a restful
silence. Then :
"Am I allowed one guess, Miss
Shirley Sumner?"
"Yes, but you would never guess the
reason."
"I am a very wise old man. When
one sits In the dark, one sees much
that was hidden froln him In the full
glare of the light. My son. Is proud,
manly, independent, and the soul of
honor. He needed a hundred thousand
dollars; you knew It. Probably your
uncle Informed you. You wunted to
loan hlra some money, but you
couldn't. You feared to offend him by
proffering It; hnd you proffered It. he
would have declined It. So you
bought my Valley of tho Giants at
a preposterous price and kept your
action n secret." And he pntted her
hnndtgently, as If to silence any denial,
while far down the skid-road a voice
n half-trained baritones-floated fnlnt
ly to them through tho forest Some
body was singing or rather chanting
a singularly tuneless refrain, wild
and barbaric.
"What Is that?" Shirley cried.
"That Is my son, coming to fetch
hlH oUl daddy home," replied John
Cardigan.' "That thing he's howling Is.
nn Indian war-song or paean of
triumph something his nurse taught
him when ho wore pinafores. If you'll
excuso me, Miss Shirley Sumner, I'll
leave you now. I generally contrive
to meet him on the trail."
Ho bade her goojl-byo and started
down the trail, his stick tapping
against tho old logging-cable stretched
from tree to treo beside the trail and
marking It.
Shirley wns tremendously relieved.
Sho did not wish to meet Bryco Cardi
gan to-day, and she was distinctly
grateful to John Cardigan for his nice
consideration In sparing her nn Inter
view. She seated herself-In the lumber-Jack's
easy-chair so lately vacated,
and chin In hand gave herself up to
meditation on this extraordinary old
man nnd his extraordinary son.
A couple of hundred yards down the
trail Bryce met his father. "Hello,
John Cardigan I" he called. "What do
you mean by skallyhootlng through
these woods without a pilot? Eh?
Explain your reckless conduct,"
"You great overgrown duffer," his
father retorted affectlonatoly, "I
thought you'd never come." He reach
ed Into his pocket for a handkerchief,
but failed to find It and searched
through another pocket and still
another.. "By gravy, sob," he remark
ed presently. "I do believe I left my
silk handkerchief the one Molrn
gave me, for my" last birthday up
yonder. I wouldn't lose that handker
chief for a farm. Skip nlong nnd find
It for me, son. I'll wait for you here.
Don't hurry."
"I'll lie back In n pig's whisper," his
son replied, nnd stnrtcd briskly tip
tho trail. While his father lenniwl
against n mndronc tree nnd smiled his
prescient little smile.
Bryce's brisk steD on the enrnot of
withered brown twigs nrouscd Shirley
rrom ncr reverie. When she looked up
he wns standing In the center of the
little nmphlthenter gazing nt her.
"You you IV she stammered, and
rose ns If to fieo from him.
"The governor sent me back to look
for his handkerchief, Shirley," he ex
plained. "He didn't tell me you were
here. Guess ho didn't hoar von." H
advanced smilingly townrd her. "I'm
iruiiicuuuusiy gmu to sco you today,
Shirley." ho said, nnd paused beside
her. "Fate has been, singularly kind
to me. Indeed I've been pondering nil
dny ns to Just how I was to arrange a
prlvnte and confidential little chat
with you, without cnlllng upon you nt
your uncle's house."
".I don't feel Ilko chnttlng today,"
she answered n little drearily and
then he noted her wet lashes. In-
"I Wouldn't Lose That Handkerchief
for a Farm."
stantly he was on one knee beside her;
with the amazing confidence thnt had
always distinguished him In her oyes
his big left arm went nround her, nnd
when her hands pent to her face he
drew them gently nwny.
"I've waited too long, sweetheart,"
he murmured. "Thank God, I can tell
you at last all the things that have
been accumulating In my heart I love
you, Shirley. I've loved you from that
first day we mqt at the station, and
all these months of strife nnd repres
sion hnvo merely served to mnke me
love you the more. Perhaps you have
been all tho dearer to m.e because you
seemed so hopelessly unnttalnnble."
He drew her head down on his
brejsst; his great hand patted her hot
check; hi? honest brown eyes gazed
earnestly, wistfully Into hers. "I love
you," he whispered. "AH thnt I have
all that I nm all that I hope for I
offer to you, Shirley Sumner; and In
the shrine of my heart I shnll hold you
sacred while life shall last. Yor. are
not Indifferent to me, dear. I know
you're not ; but tell me answer me "
Her violet eyes were uplifted to his,
nnd In them he rend the answer to his
cry. "Ah, may I?" he murmured, and
kissed her.
"Oh, my denr, Impulsive, gentle big
sweetheart," she whispered and then
her arms went nround his neck, .and
the fullness of her happiness found
vent In tenrs he did not seek to have
her repress. In the safe haven of
his nrms she rested; and there, quite
without effort or distress, she managed
to convey to him something more than
nn Inkling of the thoughts that were
wont to como to her whenever they
met
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
Emaciated Bride Considered Beautiful.
Javanese marriage customs Include
n period of, religious-Instruction for
both the bride nnd the groom. The
young man starts his instruction by
paying daily visits to the priest of
tho village, nnd learning all the com
plicated phrases which he will have
to utter on the day of his wedding.
The pupil Is placed In a tank of cold
water nnd stns there submerged up
to his chin whllo the priest bends over
him and reads the Koran, the perform
ance taking place In front of the
church.
Tho girl begins her preparations
for tho great day by several weeks of
seml-starvatton during which time sho
tnkes only sufficient rice nnd hot wa
ter to sustain life. Bccnuse of this
hunger strike enforced by custom, she
loses considerable weight an emaci
ated bride lielng considered a thing
of beauty on tho Island of Java. De
troit News.
He Had the Dough.
Mr. Blinks Here's a $75 millinery
bill I've Just paid, another instance
that a fool and his money soon part
Mrs. Blinks I know, dear, but Just
think how fortunate It la that you art
one of those who have money. Bos
ton Transcript
Dost love life? Then do not squan
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xour druggist sells a tiny bottle of
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remove every hard corn, soft coral or
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Tho Neighbor Found Out
A young womnn wns out In tho front
yard with an oil can "oiling" the dan
delions so thnt they would meet with
nn early death. A neighbor came
along nnd asked her what Bho wns do
ing. She nonchalantly replied that she
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Writes Mrs. E. L. Grlflln from her
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Forgiven.
"Cnn you help mo. out sir?" an Id
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replied Mr. Twobblc.
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."Well," said Mr. Twobble. as he
thoughtfully thrust his hand Into his
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a qunrtcr." Birmingham Age-Herald.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ot
OASTOItIA, that famous old remedy
for Infants and children, nnd see that It
Bears the
Signature
In Use far ("Ivor SO
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
Stepping Out
The Into long staple cotton crop has
trrn-'c quite n lot of money for South
Cnrollnn- negroes. A short time ago
ono of them purchnsed n high-priced
car. A few days later he went back
to tho Kalesnniu.
"Cap, Is., you g6f any of dese here
cowketchers?' he Inquired.
"Do you menu bumpers', Charlie?"-
"YiiPHlr," .
- "Well, Charlie, do you want ono for
both ends ot your cnr?" ' j
f'NnwsIr, cap, nln't nobody gwlne
tor ketch up wld mei Ah Jes want
ono fo de front"
"Cold In the Head"
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Those subject to frequent "colds In the
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bystom, cleanse the Iilood and render
them less liable to colds. Repeated at
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