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J<«r Smith re- i |Ul'.( tie • ■*> -jf ■tisrtli. early df- tn lusts scu^r and * li. dex- I <*? hit fa*. her J A«w-- henan a «.< • Hl» mother mar | rtaa tie n.u and lath are ka) In U» ami of tie \ aa*-L Jeaae br-mnjaw « la Texas He mirriw l-< t»> a Xlbeer ol v-uealioaaule morals wtHI inter Is n ;»rt»il to have k-omraitted ids Jaaaa Letnwa a rancher anil • a «o B* • • K 1-.. rrrvnr the narra! ta Cnhappily mar 'uMrirpalK suicide. hut change* u nt after ows'Cin* Jesar Jrs*»- re.« • Kale true ter drink-mad 1. ned hue art-n^t-u t. kill her Tr-vnr la the Rapids Kate reject* • ■S-r. - | pava *S r« : re- ,rt to He stage aal avrin Jeaae Their married life starts not tuxppi 1 > Kate aii la the pica disci of a > mjKiscr to r» .in j«. tte stag- .-*d r away with ■ r> p v f Widow OKlynn from l.f.e' U awdlr tamed her aei? nod returns tame. where Jeaae re cieleea her with open arms Jeaae call* *-» ;.elgi>te.r» and p.ana to rapture cattk tfcxe.wa Kate U r» a and from the hands "f tl*e tactl’j Jeaae is ftpttirxl by the rahhira, hut b> x fit'er ruae nakrt pel* aassea of H - rebhera They are turned seer »* • f’n.ted Mat*-* metxhi!. who has ■rr»»««d Witt, .atr.l.tlon pap-rr Jeaae takes - '«tt» ®f the outlaw- chief* son . IH > 1 »>ty wr. kxrlnc prom lard the f • - • lit. • • * snAtl'f ■ d -■-•a IP ‘ j tr Vawrnuxer and the wad m aeiawptialad A am Is hm to Kate • e.l . , a d la nam'd dill! .Jess- r • e . a . 1-tter fe tr • :■ «ntt wife Polly. ■ tw at.. - e tellr * im wt.e deeelved Mm Sato • -C - ad B.::-d herself r>,r the ! - >r f Kate arid their ‘ « fa**er wad o -th* r sparale Kate and luvid go r- f - ut i*to ’»'• r •: :. fh'Flyrr arrives iuel tells Kate how J'p«* has t-e-a r.itxd s'radsed thr ugh the rtwdlet .raw of Polly PART III. CHAPTER I—Continued How eoi .d I Ware icy baby* How «o«*d ! possibly break with Covent Card -a where my understudy a fear —t fentug. ravea-d for the part* The cottage would never let before •nr river season "Madame Scotson lias been called ab- ad on urgent pri vate basinesg * "Of course." the lad was saying, “when Poll) got to be postmistress, •he handleid Jesse s letters, held the envelopes in the sUam of a kettle un til they'd open, and gummed them when sh*- w < through—if she sent them on She found out who he dealt wrlth and cut them warned not to trust hi* There y bo letters now " 'She wonldnt dare "Ho* Ton remember he sent you that book you wrote together at the vaach' "Ton know that'” “I mad It at Spite House She had a heap of fun :n the bar-room with • letter Her cat eyes flamed like riad ''There vu bo letter" Sh« mad- a paper house of it. and It ai .gfct show how Jesse burn ed her homo in Abilene. She was drunk, too. that night But that £ BotAusc* Glad Joe didn't hear them yarns she pot about the country J— e wasn't never what I’d call popu lar bat he ain't even spoken to now hj Ml white mar His riders quit, hla Chic: ntn cleared out. Then she bought Rrcwr's ferry. had the cable took away, tb” scow sent adrift, and Baity Brown packed off. Shed heard that Jeaae lived by his rifle, so she's cut him from his hunting grounds There's nothing left to hunt east of (he Fraser " "He'a •tarring*” "Shouldn't woncer." ' tally* ~ "How soon can I gat a ship V "Noee before Saturday." “Go on Tell me the worst." "The signs may read coarse weath •r or typhoon ! dunao which yet. hh» » hors locatin' aettl*n along them old clearings ir the black pine and. lodging by samples I'd seen, she swept the jails ~ Why more than one?" I asked, “at* ai! that ripens* when one would do*” «bod blackmail Polly afterward? She * bo foot She says straight out la public she'd shoot the man who billed him. Rut them thugs is planted la huagry land, they see b.s pastures Che best is the district, and you knew aa well as 1 do he's a danger u> all robbers Why. even when 8i>ortsmen and tourists comes aiong his old gun gets esrited He hates the sight of atraagers. anyway "Now. all these years she's goading him to loose out and break the law. That 's why she t got the constable protecting her at Spite House Once can get him breaking the law she Sas all them thugs so many dollars a haad as witnesses it ain't murder she wants She says that when she went to his ranch that time Jesse sent her a message bv old Mathson. ‘1 won't tot her off with death ' AFEPING THE BOYS STRAIGHT Father Recognized Force of Appeal to KanlmeM, and It Haa Worked Welt. Several gray haired business men were recently chatting over their dpn ‘Thla talk about mother and the key* U all very well, raid one “But father cornea in strong, too My father devoted one minute a day to M boys that did more at that age to keep aa straight than all the little usother's admonii'*«« She waa a sweet an worldly !Mti» person and we adored her and reve.-enced her teach ing* However n*.» never coaid think af no an anything hot her Male boys, and ns wi grew taller and more worldly we acquired the usual boyish of exalted Importance and have been led to secretly pat ronise her strict goodness as a little atddaahiooad. except for father. Talker saw the force of appealing an us as man to man. long before there was much man In us. I guess Star? eight §x dinner. I can nan him "She won't le* him off with death. Twice she ha* put him to shame in public She'll never rest until she pi ts him hanged. There's only one thing puzzles me. I see it's his si lence. the waiting, which makes Polly wake up and screech at night. But I dunno myself—has Jesse lost his nerve?” “How do you know all this?* "She told mother everything.” “And your mother told you. Why?" P cause— say. mura. you remember the thing your husband called Bull Durham. “Brooke?” “Fancy Brooke, the (liing that Polly kept like a pet lap-dog. The thing which turned state's evidence to hang my poor old dad. Brooke's come to Spite House as Polly's man ager Ye6. now you know why moth er's got no more use for Polly—told rne I'd best come to you and give you warning. That thing is at Spite House, and mother's gone” “I see it all now. But one last question How did you get to Eng land r Do you remember, mum. that my poor dad Just thought the world of Jesse?" I remember, a legacy for you— some ponies.” "Well. Jesse found out somehow •.hat 1 was at Spite House He sent me the value of them ponies, with only a receipt for me to sign. I reckon, mum. that ruined and well nigh starv ing. he rode a hundred and sixty miles through the black pines, be cause he's honest That's why I spent the money cornin' to you. I wants to help" CHAPTER II The Impatient Chapter. Katr's Xarmtive. This chapter Is so difficult to start. It deals with a time when life had become impossible unless one could jump from here to Wednesday nest, and thence to Monday fortnight. Of course the book is only meant for Jesse, for David, for me. and for those to come who may revere us as their ancestors Thank gcoaness. I am not a novelist! I seat David with his nurse to stay with Father Jared, so mother called me a cold blooded wretch. I abandoned my part at the oi*ra to a weird ravening female who can't sing, so my manager called me an atheist. My maids had to pack and run to escape storage with the furniture at the Peeking and Tootham Emporiums:" my iittle home passed to a gentleman with mourning nails, diamonds, and a lisp; by bits and scraps of stock were sold and the proceeds banked with the Hudson's Hay company. The keenest pleasure which ever money gave me came when Billy and I helped in the drafting of a cable order from the Hudson's Bay Company in London to that blind magnifico who manages their branch palace at Van couver. One always feels that if one happened to want a Paris hat, a bag of nuts, and a monkey, this Vancouver potentate would make a parcel of them without the slightest fear of their getting mixed. As to surprising the company, one m ght as well tickle the Alps. So here is the telegram: — "Provide three sleighs, each with two horses; engage two reliable bush teamsters; six months' guaranteed bonus for secrecy ai d fidelity. "Referring to previous requirements of Jesse Smith, load No. I sleigh to ca pacity with provisions, luxuries, am munition, books, consigned to him via bush trail from 59 Mile House, Cari boo Road Referring to Captain Tay lor’s past requirements and present sickness, load No. 2 sleigh with stores invalid comforts, consigned 100 Mile House. Each driver to present load, rig and team, with personal services, and to forward consignee's receipt. “Hire third sleigh with team one month, furnish furs on approval, equipment, comforts suitable to bush travel and residence of a lady. Place in charge of young competent civil en gineer. bringing instruments and as sists nt to report to Madame Scotson, arriving Ashcroft F'acifie Limited 20 lost. Absolute secrecy required. Charge Scotson So far the impulse had moved me 'o be quick before I repented, and the journey gave time for that. Leav ing the sweet majesty and serene or der of the English landscape, I made the usual passage by S. S. Charon across the Styx to New York, where I yet, after the blessing, with his carv ing knife and fork poised over the roast, pause and lcok us straight in the eyes. ■" Well. boys, how goes the world?’ "And you better believe the thought of that moment steadied us often dur ing the day. We had to keep pretty straight to be able to return that clear look and answer: ’• ‘O. K.. Dad. ” Midde Name* Once Illegal. People have not always been al lowed the pleasure of having as many names as they wiihed; indeed. 400 years ago not even a middle name was allowed in England. It was ille gal. The old English law was definite and admitted of no infraction of its ruling. The only exception made to this Iron-dad regulation was in the case of persons of royal rank. If they really wished it they could boast a middle name, but woe to the person of ordinary rank who was sufficiently unwise or obstinate to insist on hav ing more than two appellations. Fdr the first offense he would very 1 Ukely be tied to a whipping post caught a stuffy train for the transit: of an untidy continent And so, in the starry middle of a night. I was met at Ashcroft The civil engineer sent by the Hud son's Bay Company was Mr. Sacrifice T. Eure. He stood uncovered, and while his ears froze, spelled his name to me, explaining that there were two syllables in -'Eure" with accent on the first. He seemed to convey an offer of protection, to claim my friendship, to take charge of my affairs, and with perfect modesty to let me know that he was competent He presented his assistant. led me to the sleigh, showed Billy where to stow the luggage, tucked me into some warm furs, congratulated me on es caping the local hotels, then bidding my man and his own to jump in, took the reins and asked which way we were going. 1 served as pilot along a trail of poignant memories. We slept that night at Hat Creek station, where Tearful George proved a most kindly host. He.- told me of a loaded sleigh which had passed last week on the way to Jesse's ranch. The teamster was Iron Dale. So far I had wondered whether my name was changing letter by letter from Madame Seotson into Mrs. Grumble, but now the scent of the pines brought ease of mind, and in the great calm of the wilderness one is ashamed to fret. Our next march brought us rather late for the midday dinner to Fifty Nine Mile House, which marks the summit of the long climb from Ash croft to the edge of the black pines. We drove on, freezing, and right giad 1 was to be welcomed with all the ruddy warmth and kindly cheer of Eighty Mile House. There we had tea, and secured fresh horses for the last stage of our journey. I learned also that the driver intrusted by the Hudson's Bay Company with provi ! sions for Hundred Mile House had i gone oft with the team, leaving his sleigh still loaded in Captain Taylor's i yard. Tlie malign bush seemed cowed by sheer immensity of glittering star light as we drove on. Only once I ven tured to speak, asking Mr. Eure to look out for Ninety-Mile House. Horses accustomed to bait there would try to stop. I did not want to stop. He nodded assent, and, crouched down beside him, I waited until a brave red warmth shone out across the snow from all the lighted win dows of Spite House. Mr. Eure lash ed his horses, and in a moment more | we had passed into the night again. Presently we crossed the little shaky bridge over Hundred Mile Creek, then swung to the left into Captain Taylor's yard. While Tom, the as In an Arm Chair Beside the Stove, the Old Man Lay. sistant. stabled the team, Mr Eure and Billy got snow shovels from the barn, and hewed out a way to the deep drifted door at the near end of the building. Presently the Chinese serv ant let us in. and I made my way through the barroom and dining-hall to that far door on the right. How changed was the grand old Hundred since days, only five years ago, ol pompous assizes, banquets, dances, when these rooms overflowed with light, warmth, and comfort, now dark, in Arctic cold, in haunted silence! I crept into the captain’s room, where, in an arm-chair beside the stove, the old man lay. I knelt beside him, tak ing his dreadfully swollen hand. ‘'Dear wife,” he muttered, whose wife must have been dead full forty ■ years, ‘‘this hulk is going to be laid up soon, in Rotten Row. Can’t all of us founder in action.” and severely lashed. For a second offense he would endure some more lasting punishment, perhaps the re moval of his thumbs or his ears. And if he still persisted in his stubborn ness he would be hanged. There is a case on record of a poor man—in all probability half demented —who insisted on signing four names every time he wrote his signature to any paper. Of course he passed through all the legal stages of pun ishment until he was finally hanged. What Angered Mother. A group of newspaper men were visiting the Washington park zoo the other day to see the new hippo. The hippo, who has been christened "Rip the Hipp," was stretching lazily in the sun, when a little girl and her mother approached. "Look at the d-n lazy thing,” cried the girl, excitedly raising her hand and pointing at the resting ani mal. "Didn’t I tell you never to point at things," cried the mother angrily, at the same time striking down the little ; girl’s arm. I ran away. But there was much to be done, fires, lights, supper, beds, and the unloading of the sleigh full of hospital comforts, which would set my patient a great deal more at ease. When I left my patient, very late that night, supposing all lucky people to be in bed, I found Mr. Eiire making himself some tea. Gladly I joined him beside the kitchen stove, ever so pleased with its warmth and the tea. for I was weary, past all hope of any sleep. Besides, the poor man was just dying with curiosity as to our journey and his engagement as my en gineer. So. for that one and only time I told the story of Jesse's fate, and mine. Ana then I tried to explain the scheme which needed his services as an engineer. Let's see,” he checked my rambling statement. “Try if I've got all that correct. This Cariboo wagon road runs from Ashcroft to Quesnelle, due north, except at one point where the government wouldn't pay for a bridge across the Hundred Mile gorge. “So at the ninety-five mile post the road swings eastward five miles, pass ing Spite House to the head or the gorge, where it crosses Hundred Mile Creek, right here. "From here the road turns west again on the north side of the gorge, and after one mile on the level, drops cown the Hundred Mile Hill, which is three miles high, and a terror to navigation. "At the bottom the road turns north again for Quesnelle. at a cabin called the One Hundred and Four when; old Pete Mathson lives, a hairy little per son, like a Skye terrier with a faith ful heart. "And said Mathson has blazed a cut off, crossing the foot of the gorge, then climbing by an easy grade to the ninety-five-mile post. The said cut off is five miles long. Made into a wagon road, it would give a better gradient for traffic, save four miles, employ local labor at a season when money is scant, and be an all-round blessing to mankind. At the foot of the gorge we'd locate the new Hun dred Mile House. "Incidentally. Spite House would be side-tracked, left in the hungry woods four miles from nowhere.” "Tell me,” I urged, “what you think.” "My dear madam, when I've made a survey you shall have dates and fig ures for a temporary snow road, a permanent way, and a house.” “It can be done?” "Why, certainly.” "You approve?" "Yes. I see dollars in this, for me." "You think I'm foolish?” “It will be an excellent road ” "Put the result?” "Please don't blame the engineer." "Oh. tell me what you think, as a man.” "Well, let's pretend I'm Polly.” I laughed. "Being Polly, and from my Polly point of view, frankly. I'm pleased. Here are hundreds of new customers, with Madame Scotson's money to spend at Spite House.” "My men will sign an agreement. The man who visits Spite House for feits a bonus for good service, loses all outstanding pay. and leaves my camp that day.” “Is that so? Of course the coaches change horses at Spite House." "When I've bought out the stage company, they'll change horses at the New Hundred.” "And only stop at Spite House for the mails?” "I shall appeal to the postmaster general.” "On the ground that you're running a rival house? Captain Taylor, you say. did that.” "My house shall charge nothing. It shall be free, and the visitors my guests." "Then, in my little Polly way. I'm afraid I'll have to move Spite House down to the new road.” On to my tana: “Your cruelty reduces me to tears. I am a martyr. I appeal to the chival rous public to boycott that new road.” "When I've brought money into the country? Oh. you don’t know this hungry neighborhood!” "Mercy! My client's done for. I’m Madame Scotson’s managing engineer. May I ask a plain question?” “Certainly." “Is there water-power in this gulch?” “There’s a lovely waterfall.” TAKING VOLTAGE OF CURRENT Electricians Experimenting to Deter mine How Far the Spark Can Jump. By measuring how far an electric current can jump through the air from one piece of metal to another electricians can determine the volt age of a current; and it is by setting a current to making broad jumps and then scoring the feat with a tape measure that the very high voltages used nowadays are ordinarily meas ured. But the judges of these ath letic feats have recently determined that the electricity jumps much more surely from some sparks than from others, just as a man is not likely to jump so well from a mud spot as from firm ground. Spark gaps, as these jump measures are called because of the great elec tric spark that jumps across the gap, have been made of needlepoints, says the Saturday Evening Post. Now it has been found that if metal spheres are used, and the electricity made to lump from one to the other, the re "lH look a roue <5 tomorrow." And then came Mr. Erne's conten tion. The assistant, not himself, waa a surveyor. ‘ I'm only & paper-maker. I'm looking for cheap timber, good snow for haulage, water-power to mill the lumber into paper-pulp, and a road to market. I've been traveling some months now in search of that combi nation. and if your lovely waterfall will give me five thousand horse-pow er. I shall have to build your cut-off road for myself, also the house. Then there'll be war against these black pines, your enemies. As to Spite House, it seems hardly the kind of thing for you to deal with. Perhaps you'll leave that to me." CHAPTER iSL Rescue, Jesse’s Letter. Mother in Heaven: Please thank God “tt me and say I'm grateful. Tell neighbor angels how little moth*?"* having sons on earth are badly mussed and grudged by hungering metals. Prayers sent to Heaven an answered, but not *et ters. I reckon no one here could ever write a letter happy enough, so tight with joy that it could fly up there. In the days w hen I thought *his Jes se person was important, 1 used to read the Old Testament, which is full human with pride and arrogance of man. But since I learned that this whole world is only a dream from which we shall awake, the New Testa ment has been my pasturage. Maybe three moons ago, when my ammuni tion had run out, and my neighbor animals had learned all the little secrets cf mv traps and snares, and I wondered what God was going to do about it. Of course I couldn't ques tion about His business, but seeing that likely Ke intended me to leave my little worries behind, I made a good tire in the cabin, lay down in the bunk, arranged my body to be in de cent order in case 1 left it, and took my Bible to pass away the time. 1 suppose I’d dropped off to sleep, when something rough began to hap pen. jolting me back into the world of fuss. A man in buckskin shirt and a bad temper, stamping the snow off I his moccasins, shaking me by the | arm. He was my old friend Iron Dale. a man of the world—which smashed ; him. He seemed to be worried, and that, I of course, was natural to a man like Iron, lusty and eager, with an appe tite for money—whereas poor Polly i had done her best to cure him of his ! dollars. Here was Iron jumping about the - cabin, busy as a chipmunk, with just the same hurried, funny way of blas pheming. He had to make fire, cook soup, and haul things in from out 1 doors, while he told me news about a i team, a sleigh, a load of stores for me, i and his own services paid up sis ] months ahead if I'd let him work on the ranch. He was like a little boy which plays at keeping store, where you've got to pretend to trade, with nary a smile, lest he should see and the whole game turn unreal. So I sat up for soup, which made my loose skin fit me again as I filled. I'd an swer to all he did. grave as a con stable. playing the game of life just as I used to.