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Norcross was interested, but did not ant to take up valuable time. He ild, "Will you let me use your teleâ€" lone to Meeker‘s? @‘s gone over to are you getting Y well. T‘ll have ‘A"rday'n N in and ma said the gir EfmA tHha .. .2 _ 'lile the mails. You‘re too late for ds ¥‘3 ; ; they were talking a girl came galâ€" ‘ ng up to the hitching post and slid m her borse. It was Berea McFarâ€" % . â€" "Good morning, Emery," she‘} ed to the surveyor. "Good mornâ€". " she nodded at Norcross. “Howl you find yourself this morning?‘ _ Homesick," he replied smilingly. _ _ Why so?" | ‘I‘m disappointed in the town." l “? e looked round at the forlorno os, the irregular sidewalks, the telephone." W. ‘The line is short circuited f But they‘ve sent a man e may close it any minute." tes the supervisor?" asked \ ross was strongly drawn to this | His shack is 01 rester, whose tone was that of & ) Meeker‘s house, ghly trained specialist. "I rode up| known fact that 1 the stage yesterday with Miss Berâ€"| proprietor of a & e McFariane." | worries the supe! *4 ile supervisor‘s daughter?" [ thing. â€" Cliff swe: "She seemed 1 fine western type."‘ | with it, but he‘s "‘Bhe‘s not a type; she‘s an individuaL | thetic with the c he hasn‘t her like unywhere I‘ve gone. | Norcross, alrea he cuts a wide swath up here. Being| in the present B only child, she‘s both son and | whom he had m 't know. I haven‘t had any m Meeker, and I can‘t reach _"You 1 |n o. to M "No. and." | "Out £ | «YÂ¥es. just getti I‘m up he _"You ca 11t," the of of our su 4 ;‘ ‘ 1 mellow [a real mo wear a gehoo [ 1 am a | The oth« j 'm ten «< name is N %?, pert.‘ I ;'.i;fl!l fing ibe 3 ey‘re pu |hopes you t _| We sons of |vation fort '; e p." ;;;"-‘!"My kno w _ler vague," _|father is in _ |his point of _| _ "He slays _| "He did. I r ‘ ran." ! "After me |kind. Why Jof vicarious & | _ Noreross sn _ JOf that. It Afpit?" . JP "It certainly _oney in the |most enlighte Amental burea [ Noreross wa _ fforester, who fhighly trained E;'.vel'y sorry, bué our line is out of I&r. You‘ll have to wait a day or so, md morning," she sross.. ‘"How do you morning ?" =# ‘\\fi‘ f\‘g | ‘ ‘ 42 5J |Mâ€" t 5' A\\ SS yards. "It isn‘t very pretty, &A fact, but you can always forâ€" by just looking up at the high Â¥. When you going up to the Ihe other man dispiayed HNIS 100. | _\ _ _/ _/ Lthar she t m ten classes abead of you. My; Nash whether she took her meals : \’s Nash. I‘m what they call an the hOtel or not the expert replid ert‘ I‘m up here doing some eg.| "No; she goes home. The ranch i ’ ting and surveying for a big ditch only a few miles down the valley. Oc _‘ ‘re putting in I was rather in casionally we invite her, but she don‘ pes you had come to join our ranks: think much of the cooking." e sons of Eli are holding the conserâ€" One of the young surveyors put in : â€";._"' n fort these days. and we need word: "I shouldn‘t think she would I p." 1‘d ride ten miles any time to eat on "My knowledge of your work is rathâ€" | of Mrs. McFarlane‘s dinners." f vague," admitted Norcross. "My "Yes," agreed Nash, with a reflective ther is in the lumber business, but look in his eyes. "She‘s a mighty fine point of view isn‘t exactly yours." girl, and I join the boys in wishing her He slays ‘em, does he?" better luck than marrying Cliff Belâ€" ‘"He did. He helped devastate Michiâ€" den." 37 |~"Is it settled that way?" asked Norâ€" old," t3 uo t for your health ?" ,‘;3‘“1, name is Noreross. I‘m “f ag over a severe illness, and up here to lay around and fish and aperateâ€"if I can." fou canâ€"you will You can‘t help| ‘ the other assured him. "Join one r surveying crews for a week and mellow that suit of yours and make sal mountaineer of you. I see you |â€" : l:;a Sigma Chi pin. What was |‘ ur school?" f ky ul C heanish i e es O tat es T 1 in. and make yourself at Said the girl to Norcross. ind the papers two or three b" she smiled. "We noever Jat kind of a place is it ?. y charming. You‘ll like it. Real ain countly. e | officer was 4 plain featured of about thirtyâ€"five, with keen} lear eyes. His voice, though | ly nasal. possessed a note of | sincerity. As be studied msl u look brand new. Haven‘t bad | ‘to season check, have you p" | . I‘m a stranger in a strangol wE]_)NE SDA % . Son of Eli‘ Last year‘s nodded at Norâ€" find yourself this Moore‘s cutting. on with those ‘em all in shape displayed his fob. MARCH 29, 1916 â€"~ | ther. But as he waS SLIaNUING 45 *‘ / g;or undecided about taking the stage { | gerea came into town riding & fine bay * ,‘ pony and leading blaze faced buck: ;‘ Her face shone cordially as she callâ€" led out, "Well, how do you stack up this morning?" The grassy road led to a long, one story, half log, half slab house which stood on the bank of a small, swift, willow bordered stream. "This is our ranch," she explained. "All the meadow in sight belongs to tus," After shacking along between some rather sorry fields of grain for a mile or two Berea swung into a side trail. "I want you to meet my mother," she notional swung to her saddle. The ugly beast made off in a tearâ€" ing sidewise rush, but she smilingly called back, "All set." And Norcross followed her in high admiration. Rventually she brought her broncho to subjection, and they trotted off togethâ€" er along the wagon road quite comfortâ€" ably. By this time the youth had forâ€" gotten his depression, his homesickâ€" mness of the morning. The valley was again enchanted ground. The young easterner looked about in astonishment. Not a tree bigger than bis thumb gave shade. The gate of the cattle corral stood but a few feet from the kitchen door, and rusty beef bones. bleaching skulls and scraps 6f sun dried hides littered the ground or bung upon the fence. Exteriorly the low cabin made a drab, depressing pic "‘They can‘t locate the break. Uncle Joe sent word by the stage driver askâ€" ing us to keep an eye out for you and send you over. I‘ve come to take you over myself." "That‘s mighty good of you, but it‘s a good deal to ask." "I want to see Uncle Joe on business, anybhow, and you‘ll like the ride better than the journey by stage." Leaving the horses standing with their bridle reins hanging on the ground, she led the way to the office. "When father comes in tell him where I‘ve gone and send Mr. Norâ€" eross‘ packs by the first wagon." Norcross approached his mount with a caution which indicated that he had at least been instructed in range horse peychology, and as he gathered his reins together to mount, Berrie re "Tiptop," he answered, in an attempt to match her cheery greeting. "Do you like our town better ?" "Not a bit! But the hills are magnifiâ€" cent." "Anybody turned up from the mill? ‘‘No, I haven‘t heard a word from there. The telephone is still out of commission." NeR Coiebte 0 20 ie n Aroas 3 38 w i A0 [ Early on the second morning he went to the postotficeâ€"-which was also the telephone stationâ€"to get a letter or message from Meeker. He found néiâ€" ther. But as he was standing in the door undecided about taking the stage Berea came into town riding a fine bay n enz an 4 taadine . biake faced buckâ€" "TYou‘d T One of the young surveyors put in a word: "I shouldn‘t think she would. 1‘d ride ten miles any time to eat one of Mrs. McFarlane‘s dinners." "Yes," agreed Nash, with a reflective look in his eyes. "She‘s a mighty fine girl, and I join the boys in wishing her She did not appear in the dining room, and when Norcross inquired of Nash whether she took her meals at the hotel or not the expert replied: "No: she goes home. The ranch is only a few miles down the valley. Ocâ€" casionally we invite her, but she don‘t think much of the cooking." He thanked ber and went back to his hotel, where he overhauled his outfit and wrote some letters. His disgust of the town was lessened by the presâ€" ence of that bhandsome girl,â€" and the hope that he might see her at luncheon made him impatient of the clock. \ Enow about anything here till other | pure, but as he alighted, upon Berea ,’ people hbhave forgotten it." / invitation, and entered the bhouse D« |._Norcross followed her into the ulflice.| was met by a sweet faced, brown bhair fcuriuus to know more about ber. she | ed little woman, in a neat gow8. | was so changed from his previous con ’ whose bearing was not in the least ifl'yrtiuu of her that bhe was puzzled. | awkward or embarrassed. | x<be had the directness and the brevity | "This is Mr. Norcross, the tourist ! | of phrase of a business man as she | toid, you about,." explained Berrie. f opetied letters and discussed their conâ€" | _ Mrs. McFarlane extended her small tents with the men. pand with friendly impulse. "I‘m very "Iruly she is different," thought Norâ€" ’ glad to meet you, sir. Are you going cross. ind yet she lost something by | to spend some time at the mill ?" reason of the display of her proficiency ‘"I don‘t know. I have a letter to »â€" n clerk. _"I wish she would leave | Mr. Meeker from a friend of mine who business to some one else," be inwardâ€" | hunted with him last yearâ€"a Mr. Sutâ€" ly zrumbled as he rose to go. ler." C se looked up from her desk. "Come "Mr. Sutler! Oh, we know him ver? in agiain later. We may be able to well. Won‘t you sit down?‘ _ reach the mill." |__The interior of the house was not £ r take 1 Paintface saddle wise." lessons in a ri d modestly. g approached the Y bay] there : d the girl st. â€" "You He nearly riding said little and "Yes, that‘s the Continental divide," she confirmed casually, but the lyrical note which he struck again reached her heart. The men she knew hbhad 80 few words for the beautiful in life. Shea wondered whether this man‘s illâ€" ness had given him this refinement Of whether it was native to his kin4. . Topping a low divide, the youth saught a glimpse of the range to the southeast, which took his breath. "Isn‘t that superb?‘ he exclaimed. "It‘s like the shining roof of the worla!" And so it turned out. In less than an hour they rode into the warm light again, and in spite of himself Norcross returned hber smile, though be said: "I feel like a selfish fool. You are soaked." Remounting, she again led the way with cheery cry. The rain came dash ing down in fitful, misty streams, but she merely pulled the rim of ber somâ€" brero closer over her eyes and rode steadily on, while hbe followed, plunged in gloom as cold and gray as the storm. "These mountain showers don‘t last long," the girl called back, hbher face shining like a rose. "We‘ll get the sun in a few minutes." "I never take cold," she returned. "I‘m used to all kinds of weather. Don‘t you bother about me." "*You‘ve got to be all made over new," she replied tolerantly. "Stay here a year and you‘ll be able to stand anything." f The worst of this lay in its truth, and Norcross lost all his pride of sex for the moment. A wetting would not dim this girl‘s splendid color nor re duce her vitality one degree, while to him it might be a .death warrant "*You could throw me over my own horse," he admitted in a kind of bitter admiration and slipped the coat on, shivering with cold as he did so. "You think me a poor exeuse for a trailer, don‘t you?" he said ruefully as the thunder began to roll. They were climbing fast now, Wind. ing upward along the bank Of a stream, and the sky bad grown sud. denly 8r@ay, and the woodland path was dark and chill, The mountaing were not less beautiful, but they were decidedly less amiable, and the youth shivered, casting an apprehensive eye at the thickening clouds. Berea perceived something of his dig. may and, drawing rein, dismounted, Behind her saddle was a tightly rolled bundle which, being untied and shakepn out, proved to be a horseman‘s rainâ€" proof oilskin coat. "Put this on!" she commanded. "Oh, no," he protested. "I can‘t take your coat." "Yes you can! You must! Don‘t you worry about me. I‘m used to weather. Put this on over your jacket and all. You‘ll need it Rain won‘t hurt me, but it will just about finish you." him. *"Poor chap!‘ she said to her. self. "He can‘t stand a chill. I ought to have thought of his slicker mysgelf. He‘s helpless as a baby." | The mother offered no objection to | her daughter‘s plan, and the young peoâ€" [ ple rode off together directly toward | the high peaks to the east. "Well," said Berea sharply, "if we‘re to reach Uncle Joe‘s for dinner we‘d better be scratching the hills."" And to her mother she added, "T‘ll pull in about dark." use, littered the table, and Norcross, feeling the force of Nash‘s half exâ€" pressed criticism of his "superior," lisâ€" tened intently to Mrs. McFarlane‘s apologies for the condition of the farmâ€" yard. The interior of the house was not only well kept, but presented many evidences of reffnement. A mechanical piano stood against the log wall, and books and magazines, dog eared with puire, but as he alighted, upon Berea ® invitation, and entered the bhouse be was met by a sweet faced, brown bairâ€" ed little woman, in a neat gow% whose bearing was not in the least awkward or embarrassed. THE INDEPENVF The girl nerself did not understand the vital and almost painful interest which this young man bad roused in her, He was both child and poet to her, and as she watched him trying to make friends with the men, her indignation rose against their clownish offishness. "I‘m tremendously obliged to you," he said, and his voice was vibrant. "You have been most kind. How can I repay you?‘ "Oh, that‘s all right," she replied, in true western fashion. "I wanted to see the folks up here, anybhow. This is no jaunt at all for me." And, lookâ€" ing at her powerful figure and feeling the traplike grip of ber cinch hand, he knew she spoke the truth. The boysâ€"they were in reality full grown cubs of eighteen or twentyâ€" did as they were bid.with much noise, chaffing Berrie with blunt bhumor, _ Meeker read Sutler‘s letter, which Norcross had handed him, and, after deliberation, remarked: "All right, we‘ll do the best we can for you, Mr. Norâ€" cross, but we bhaven‘t any fancy accomâ€" modations." _ "There‘s plinty of that to be had," said one of the herders, who sat below the salt. " ‘"Tis the soft life I‘m nadin‘." _ One of the lads, Frank Meeker, a dark, intense youth of about twenty, g_was Berea‘s full cousin. The others Were merely hired hands, but they all eyed the new comer with disfavor. The fact that Berrie had brought him and that she seemed interested in him added to the effect of the smart riding suit which he wore. "I‘d like to roll him in the creek," muttered one of them to his neighbor. This dislike Berrie perceived in some degree, and to Frank she privately said: "Now, you fellows hbhave got to treat Mr. Norcross right. He‘s been Â¥ery sick." "Now, Frank," she warned, "if you try any of your tricks on him you‘ll hear from me." "Why all this worry on your part?" he asked keenly. "How leng since you found him > "Hist along there, boys, and give the company a chance," she commandâ€" ed sharply. "Our dinner‘s turrible late wday-" Frank maliciously grinned. "Oh, we‘ll treat him right. We won‘t do a thing to him!" "I don‘t feel right in leaving you here," she said at last, "but I must be ridin‘." And while Meeker ordered bher horse brought out she walked to the gate with Norcross at her side. a long and rather narrow room, whereâ€" in a woman 41G Six OF seven roughâ€" ly dressed young men were sitting at a rudely appointed table. "Barth and seas!" exclaimed Mrs. Meeker. "Here‘s Berrie, and I‘ll bet that‘s Sutler‘s friend, our boarder." _"He don‘t expect any," replied Berâ€" rie. ‘"What he needs is a little roughâ€" ing it." Without ceremony Meeker led his euests directly into the dining room, And so she rode away, leaving hbher NT, GRIMSBY, ONTARIO | "I‘m glad he took |my coat, was NC thought. | 3 She pushed on down the slope. ridâ€" ing bard, but it was nearly 2 o‘clock when they drew up at Meeker‘s house, which was a long. low, stone strucâ€" ture built along the north side of the road. The place was distinguished not merely by its masonry, but also by its picket fence, which had once been whitewashed. Farm wagons of various degrees of decay stood by the gate, and in the barnyard plows and harrowsâ€"deeply buried by the weedsâ€" were rusting forlornuly away. A little farther up the stream the tall pipe of a sawmill rose above the firs. A pack of dogs of all sizes and signs came clamoring to the fence, followed on‘ * " was her, ward to adjust himself to his new and ' strange surroundings as best he could. slope, ridâ€" | and witA her going the whole valley 2 o‘clock | darkened for the convalescent. er‘s house, It was soon apparent to the eastern one strucâ€" | observer that the entire male populaâ€" ide of the | tion for thirty miles around not only tinguishked | knew McFarlane‘s girl, but that every , but also unmarried manâ€"and some who were had once| both husbands and fathersâ€"kept a wagons of | deeply interested eye upon bher daily od by the ) motion, and certain shameless ones lows and | opanly boasted among their fiellows of e weedsâ€" | their intention to win ber favor, while oA little| the shy ones reveled in secret exultaâ€" U U ael ithan avar avary chance meeting with "I didn‘t come out here to be a cowâ€" boy," responded Norcross, "but Frank Meeker seems to be anxious to show me all the good old cowboy courtesies. On Monday he slipped a burr under my horse‘s saddle, and I came near to baving my neck broken. Then he or some one else concealed a frog in my bed and fouled my hair brushes. In fact, I go to sleep each night in expecâ€" tation of some new attack, but the air and the riding are doing me a great deal of good, and so I stay." "She was not to blame. She‘s so' kird and free with every one I thought I hbad a chance I waAs oomdtdl Something in the music of this speech, and something in the look of the ranger‘s eyes, caused Wayland to wonder if here were not still another Oof Berrie‘s subjects. He became cerâ€" tain of it as the young officer went on, with pleasing frankness, and it was not long before he had conveyed to Wayâ€" land his cause for sadness, "She‘s enâ€" gaged to a man that is not her equal. In a certain sense no man is ber equal, but Belden is a pretty hard type, and I believe, although I can‘t prove it, that he is part owner of the saloon over there." "They‘re not a bad lot over thereâ€" only just rowdy. I suppose they‘re initiating you," said Landon. Thereafter Wayland spent nearly evâ€" ery day with the ranger, either in his cabin or riding the trail, and during these hours confidGence grew until at last Landon confessed that his unrest arose from his rejection by Berrie. The ranger, spurred and belted, with his cuffs turned back, was pounding the typewriter when Wayland appearâ€" ed at the open door, but he rose with grave courtesy. "Come in," he said, and his voice had a pleasant inflection. _"I‘m interrupting." "*Nothing serious ; just a letter. There‘s no hurry. I‘m always glad of an exâ€" cuse to rest from this job." He was at once keenly interested in his visitor, for he perceived in him the gentleman and, of course, the alien. Wayland, with something of the feelâ€" ing of a civilian reporting to an officer, explained his presence in the neighborâ€" "Oh, she thinks of everybody!" the young fellow declared. "She‘s one of the most unselfish creatures in the world." "It‘s on patented landâ€"a so called *placer claim‘â€"experts have reported against it McFarlane has protested against it, but nothing is done.â€" The mill is also on deeded land, and togethâ€" er they are a plague spot. I‘m their enemy, and they know it, and they‘ve threatened to burn me out. Of course they won‘t do that, but they‘re ready to play any kind of trick on me." "1 can well believe that, for I am getting my share of practical jokes at Meeker‘s." Again Wayland protested that he was not a consumptive, only a student who needed mountain air, but he added, "It is very kind of Miss McFarlane to think of me." "How does that saloon happen to be here? "I‘ve heard of you," responded the ranger, "and I‘ve been hbhoping you‘d look in on me. The supervisor‘s daughâ€" ter bhas just written me to look after you. She said you were not very well." ‘The cabin‘s interior pleased Wayland almost as much as the garden. It was built of pine logs neatly matched and hewed on one side. His cabin, a neat log structure, stood just above the road on a huge natural terrace of grassy bowlders, and the flag which fiuttered from a tall staff before it could be seen for several miles, the bright sign of federal conâ€" trol, the symbol of law and order, just as the saloon and the mill were signs of lawless vice and destructive greed. Around the door flowers bloomed and kittens played. was stationed not far away and who could be seen occasionally riding by on a hbhandsome black horse. There was something in his bearing, in his neat and serviceable drab uniform, which attracted the convalescent, and on Sunday morning he decided to venâ€" ture a call, although Frank Meeker had said the ranger was a "grouch." At the end of a week Norcross found himself restless and discontented with the Meekers. He was tired of fishing, tired of the old man‘s endless arguâ€" ments and tired of the vulgar cowâ€" hands. The men around the mill did not interest him, and their Saturday night spree at the saloon disgusted him. ‘The one person who piqued his curiosity was Landon, the ranger, who sult ner. Her ready camaraderie was taken for carelessness, and the candid grip of her hand was often misunderstood, and yet most of the men respected hber, and some feared her. After her avowâ€" ed choice of Clifford Belden they all kept aloof, for he was hot tempered and formidably swift to avenge an inâ€" the shy ones reveled in secret exulitaâ€" tion over every, chance meeting with ‘her. She was the topic of every lumâ€" ber camp and the shining lure of evâ€" ery dance to which the ranch hands often rode over long and lonely trails. Part of this intense interest was due, naturally, to the scarcity of desirable women, but a larger part was called out by Berea‘s frank freedom of manâ€" ~= _ _ ]| â€""I‘ve been wondering about you," she nearly evâ€" | SAid. "I‘m mighty glad to see you. her in his | How do you stand it?" id during "You got my letter?" + until at | "I did, and I was going to write and is unrest | tell you to come down, but I‘ve hag errie. | some special work to do at the office.‘" She‘s so ‘ She took the hborse‘s rein from him. 1 thought | and together they started toward the annvreited | stables. it Meanwhile Wayland was riding through the pass with lightening heart, his thought dwelling on the girl at the end of his journey. f As he reached the McFarlane ranch it seemed deserted of men, but a faint column of smoke rising from the roof of the kitchen gave evidence of a cook, and at his knock Berrie came to the door with a boyish word of frank surâ€" prise and pleasure. She was dresse® in a blue and white calico gown, witlh the collar turned in and the sleeves rolled up, but she seemed quite unemâ€" barrassed, and her pleasure in his comâ€" ing quite repaid him for his long and tiresome ride. f "UI‘ve been wonmdering about you," she said. "You want to watch this one lung boarder of ours," he warned, with a grin. "He‘s been writing to Berpie, and he‘s just gone down to see her, His highfalutin ways and his fine whilp hands bhave put her on the slant." & "I‘m not worrying," retorted fi "You‘d better be. I was down the other day, and it ‘peared like shw eouldn‘t talk of anything else but Mry. Norcross, Mr. Norcross, till I was asijel¢e of his name." f An hour later Belden left the m# and set off up the trail behind Norâ€" cross, his face fallen into stern lines. Frank writhed in delight. "There goe® Cliff, hot under the collar, chasing Norâ€" eross. If he finds out that Bertrie is interested in him he‘ll just about wring that dude‘s neck." Hardly had he vanished among the pines when Clifford Belden rode in from his ranch on Hat creek and callâ€" ed at Meeker‘s for his mail. Frank Meeker was in the office, and as he both feared and disliked this big contemptuous young cattleman he set to work to make him jealous. She did not reply, and, wondering whether she had received his letter 0KÂ¥ not, he mounted his horse one beautiâ€" ful morning and rode away UpP the trail with a sense of elation, of eager joy, with intent to call upon her at the ranch as he went by. "I don‘t know why I stay," Wayâ€" land wrote to Berea. "I‘m disgusted with the men up hereâ€"they‘re all tireâ€" some except Landonâ€"but I hate to slink away, and, besides, the country, is glorious. I‘d like to come‘dowh and see you this week. May I do so? Please send word that I may." CHAPTER IV. A Warning. EANWHILE his ownr troubles increased. â€" Frank‘s dislike had grown to an impish vinâ€" dictiveness, and if the old man Mceeker had any knowledge of his son‘s deviltries be gave no sign. was something fine and high in Lanâ€" don‘s worship. A college man with a mining engineer‘s training, he should go high in the service. "He made the mistake of being too precipitate as & lover," concluded Wayland. "His forthright courtship repelled ber." As Wayland listened to this outâ€" pouring he wondered at the intensity. of the forester‘s passion. He marâ€" veled, too, at Berrie‘s choice, for there ing to the ropes. She was mighty gentle about it. You know how sunny, her face is. Well, she just got grave and kind o‘ faint voiced and saidâ€" Oh, you know what she said! She let me know there was another man. I didrt ask her who, and when I found out I lost mf grip entirely. At first I though I‘d resign and get out of the country, but I couldn‘t do it. I can‘t yet. The chance of seeing herâ€"Oof hearing from her once in awhileâ€"she never writes except on business for her father, butâ€"you‘ll laughâ€"L car‘t gee her signature without a temox." He smiled, but his eyes were desperâ€" ately sad. "Ob, I‘m crazy! 1 admit it I didn‘t know such a thing could happen to me, but it bas." enough to feel sorry for the other felâ€" lows, and now I can‘t even feel sorry for myself. I‘m just dazed and lpa;g- (To be continued) SEVEN