Ontario Reformer, 6 Jun 1922, p. 6

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PAGE SIX "North of F ifty-three " | \ $43 by BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR ** "What sort of meat is that?" Has- el asked aftér @ few minutes of silence, It was fine-grained and of a rieh' flavor strange to her mouth. She liked it but it was neither béef, pork nor mutton, nor any meat she knew, 'Venison. Didn't you ever eat any before?" he smiled. "Never tasted it," she answered. 'Isn't it mice? No, I've heard. of hunters cooking venison over an open fire, but this is my first taste. Indeed, I've never seen a real camp- fire before." "Lord-- what a lot you've missed!" There was real pity in his tone. "I killed that deer to-day. Have some more coffee," He refilled her tin cup, and de- voted himself to his food, Before long they had satisfied their hunger. Bill laid a few dry sticks on the fire. The flames laid hold of them and shot up in bright 'wavering tongues. it seemed to Hazel that she had stepped utterly out of her world. Cariboo Meadows, the schoolhouse, and her cl Tr te. Bhe found herself wishing she were a man, so that she could fare into the wilds with horses and a gun in this capable man fashion, where routine went by the board and the unexpect- ed hovered always close at hand. She looked up suddenly to find him regarding her with a whimsical smile, "In a few: minutes,' said he, "I'll pack up and try to deliver you as per contract, Meantime I'm going to smoke," He did not ask her permiasion, but filled his pipe and lighted it with a coal. And for the succeeding fif- teen minutes Roaring Bill Wagstaff sat staring into the dancing blaze. Hagel watched him uneasily after a time, He seemed to have forgotten her. His pipe died and he sat hold- ing it in his hand. She was uneasy, but not afraid. There was nothing about him or his actions to make her fear. On the contrary Roaring Bill at close quarters inspired confidence, In the midst of her, reflections he got up, "Well, we'll make a move," he said, and disappeared abruptly into the darkness, She' heard him moving around at some distance, Presently he was back, leading three horses. One he saddled, The other two he rigged with his pack ou'tfit, storing his varied belongings in the two pair of kyaks, and loading bedding and Kky- aks on the horses with a deft speed that bespoke long practice. He was too busy to talk, and Hazel sat beside -the fire, watching in silence. When he had fucked up the last rope end, he turned to her, '""There," he said; 'we are ready to hit the trail. Can you ride?" "I don't know," Hazel answered dubiously, *I have never ridden a horse." "My, my!" he smiled. "Your ed- ucation has been sadly neglected-- and you a sehoolma'am too!" "My walking education hasn't been neglected," Hazel retorted. *I don't need to ride, thank you." "Yes and stub your toe and fall down every ten feet," Bill observed. "No, Miss Weir, your first lesson in horsemanship is now due--if you aaren't afraid of horses." "I'm not afraid of horses at all," Hazel declared. "But 1 don't think its a very good place to take riding lessons. I can just as well walk, for I'm not in the beast afraid." And then she added as an afterthought: "How do you bappen know my name?" "In the same way that you know mine," Bill peplied, *'even if you haven't mentioned it yet. Lord bless you, do you suppose Cariboo Mead- ows could import a lady school tea- cher from the efvilized East without everybdy in fifty miles knowing who she was and where she came from, and what she looked like? I guess you don't realize what old granny gossips we wild Westerners are. Espetially wherd girls are. con- cern: H stiffened a trifle. She did not Jike. the idea of Cariboo Meadows discussing her with such freedom. "Well," said he, "we won't argue the point." He disappeared into the dark again. This time he came back with the crown of his hat full of water, which he spjrinkled over the dwind- ling fire. As the red glow of the embers faded in a sputter of steam and ashes, Hazel realized more pro- foundly the blackness of a cloudy night ip the woods, i "Its going to be nasty travelling, Miss Weir," Roaring Bill spoke at . her elbow. "I'll walk and lead the packs. You ride Silk. He's gentle. All you have to do is sit still, and he'll stay right behind the packs. I'l help you mount." If Hazel had still been inclined to insist on 'walking, she had no chance to debate the question. Bill took her by the arm and led her up beside the horse. It was an unique experi- ence for her this being compelled to do things. No man had ever issued ultimatums--to' her. But here was Roaring Bill Wagstaff telling her how to put her foot im the stirrup, putting her for the first time in her life astride a horse warning her to duck low branches. In his mind there seemed to be no question as to whether or mot she should ride. He had settled that. Unused to mounting, she blunder- ed at the first attempt, and flushed in the dark at Bill's amused chuckle. The next instant he caught her under the arms, and, with the leverage of her one foot in the stirrup, set her gently in the seat of the saddle." "You're such a little person," he id, "these stirrups are a mile too © Put your feet in the leather lo ' to staring into the fire while he smoked. Half an hour later he raised his head and looked acsoss the fire at Hagel. . "Why don't you go to bed?" he asked. *I'm not sleepy," she declared, which was a palpable falsehood, for her eyelids were even then drooping. "Maybe not, but you need rest," Bill said guietly, "Quit thinking things, It'll be all the same a hun- dred years from now. Go on to bed. You'll be more comfortagle." Thus premptorily commanded Ha- zel found herself granting instant obedience. She got into the blan- kets just as she stood, even to her shoes, and drew the canvas sheet up so that it hid her face---hut did not prevent her from seeing, In spite of herself she glept fit- fully.. Now and then she would wake with a start to a half-frightened reali- zation of her surroundings and plight, and whenever she did wake and look past the fire it was to see Roaring Bill Wagstaff stretched out in the red glow, his brown head pillowed on one folded arm, Then all at once she wakened out of sound slumber with a violent start. Roaring Bill was shaking the tarpau- lin over her and laughing. "Arise, Miss Sleeping Beauty!" he above--s0. Now play follow your feader give Silk his head." He moved away. Obedient to Bill's command, she let the reins dangle, and Silk followed close be- hind his mdtes, Hazel lurched un- steadily at first, but presently she caught the swinging motion and could maintain her balance without holding stiffly to the saddle horn. The night seemed endless as the wilderness itself. Unused to riding, she became sore and then the sore muscles stiffened. The chill of the night air intensified. 8he grew cold, her fingers numb. She'dd not know where she was going and she was assailed with doubts of Roaring Bill's ability to find Cariboo Meadows, "Mr, Wagstaff!" she called. "Yours truly," his voice back, away to one side. there in a minute." In less time he appeared beside her. hailed "I'l be OSHAWA, ONTARIO, TUESDAY, JUNE 6, 1922 said boyishly. HE went back to the fire. sat up, some semblance of order. east a reddish streak spread skyward into somber gray. In the west, black night gave ground slowly. -_ Hazel "Well, it's another day" she whis- pered, as she had whispered to her- self once 'hefore, will ever be any more like it?" To BE CONTINUED WHEN A FATHER ISN'T FATHER The Witness: Dispatch from Al- bion, Michigan: *" 'Father' Clancy dead at 91; left twelye children.' The "Father" Clancey mentioned was an Episcopalian minister, That brings to mind a "true" story told us by a Protestant pastor of a neigh- boring town. the place, and his clerical dress re- sembled that of a priest. As he pass- ed several little Catholic boys on the street, some of them tipped their hats and sald in a chorus: "Good even', Fader," The minister hardly passed when one of the youngsters who had not touched his hat turned on the others in disgust with: "Fader! he's no Fader; he's got tree kids," There's a place for everything A except your knees at a movie, "Will you fall off or be lifted off?" he said cheerfully. "Where are we?" she demanded. '""Ask me something easy," he re turned. "I've been going it blind for an hour trying to hit Soda Creek Garis' Bedtime Stories | trail, or any old trail that would show me where 1 am. It's no use. Too dark." v "What on earth am I going to do?" Hazel cried desperately. "Camp here tifl daylight, " Roar- ing Bill answered evenly. "The only thing to do. Good Lord!" His hand accidently rested on hers, You're like ice. I didn't think about you getting cold riding. Get down and | put on a coat, and I'll have a fire in a | minute." "I suppose if I must, I must; but I can get off without any help, thank you," Hazel answered ungraciously. | Roaring Bill made no reply, but| stood back, and when her feet touch-| ed solid earth he threw aver her shoulders the coat he had worn him-|férns would grow up large and tall. self. Then "he turned away, and! "Still they are big enough for Hazel saw him stooping here and|what I want," said Uncle Wiggily to there and heard the crack of dry himself as he saw them, "Do you sticks broken over his knee. In no mind, ferns," he asked, "if I pick time he was back to the horses with [some of your leaves to make a bas- an armful of dry stuff, and had a ket for the lady mouse teacher in the small blaze licking up through dry] { hollow stump school?" grass and twigs. As it grew he piled | "We shall be delighted to have on larger sticks till the bright flame|you pick us," answered the ferns, waved two feet high lighting up the nodding their green leaves. So Uncle UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FERN BASKET, Copyrighted, 1921, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate (By Howard R. Garvis,) One day, when Uncle Wiggily Longears, the bunny rabbit gentle- man, was hopping through the woods, looking for an adventure, he came to a little dingly dell, or pretty place, where, beside a spring of sparkling water, he saw some ferns growing. They were little baby ferns, as yet, but when a few more April showers had sprinkled them, and some soft May sunshine had warmed them, the nearby woods 'and shedding a bright glow on the three horses standing patiently at hand. tention to Hazel until she came tim- idly up to the fire, Then he looked up at her with his whimsical smile. '""Phat's right," she said; civilized, conventional point of view it's a terrible thing to be out in the woods all night alone with a strange man. But Fm not a bear--I won't eat you," "I'm sorry if I seemed rude" Haz el said penitently I can't help think- ing of the disagreeable side of it. People talk so. [I suppose I'll be a nine days wonder in Cariboo Mead- ows." Bill laughed softly. "Let them take it out in wonder- ing," he advised. 'Cariboo Meadows is a very small and insignificant por- tion of the world, anyway." He went to one of the packs and came back with a canvas cover, which he spread. upon the ground. "Sit on that," he said. '""The earth is always damp in the woods." Then he stripped the horses of their burdens and tied them out of sight among the trees. That task finished he took an axe and rustled a pile of wood, dragging dead poles up to the fire and chopping them into short lengths. When finally he laid aside his axe, he busied himself with gathering grass and leaves and pine needles until he had several armfuls collected and spread in a even pile to serve as a mattress. Upon this he laid his bedding, two thick quilts, two or three pairs of woolen blankets, a pillow. the whole inclogsed with a long canvas sheet, the bed tarpaulin of the cattle ranges. "There," he said; "you can turn in whenever you feel like it." For himself he took the saddle blankets and laid them close by the fire within reaching distance of the wood-pile taking for cover a pack canvas. He stretched himself full length, filled his pipe, lit it, and fell He paid no at-| "come on | and get warm. No use worrying or | getting cross, I suppose from your) Wiggily picked some, and, ning them together and weaving them in and out, the bunny gentle- man soon made a little basket. "But what shall I have for a bot- tom to my fern basket?' thought Uncle Wiggily, for there was a hole where the ferns did not guite come together. [I think some soft, green moss will make a fine bottom," went on Mr. Longears. So in the bottom of his basket he put some soft green moss. "Now my fern basket is finished, and I shall take it to the lady mouse teacher of the hollow stump school," Uncle Wiggily said, twinkling his pink nose, and off he hopped through the woods. He had not gone very far it began to shower, as it often does in April, and when the drops cama pelting down Uncle Wiggily hopped under a tree, as he saw no toadstools which he could pick for an umbrella. And as the rain came down hard- er and harder, all of a sudden Uncle Wiggily heard a voice crying: | *'Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I ido? My legs are wet and my wings are, too." Then he saw a poor little bee, all soaking wet, trying under the tree for shelter. "Wait a minute, I'll help you!" cried the bunny. Rushing out into the rain Uncle Wiggily carefully took the wet bee off a leaf and put the poor creature in his tall, silk hat. "Thank you for bringing me in out of the wet," buzzed the bee, when it was a little dried out, "I started to look for some early honey flowers and [I didn't see the rain clouds. You are very kind, Uncle Wiggily." "Oh, IT am happy and glad to do you a favor," said the bunny gentle- man. '"'But, as I need to wear my hat, would you mind if I put you in the fern basket until your legs and wings are dry?" "I should love a fern basket of all things,"" buzzed the bee. So Uncle Wiggily put the honey creature in by twin- honey to fly Crepe Knits. Quick Returns." south, but it will pay you 136-138 Simeoe St. S. Rs. Voiles, Ginghams, Organdies, Silks, Canton Cinses and They are all in the prettiest shades, and the styles are the very latest. We buy every week fresh goods, and sell it quick, as our motto is always 'Small Profits and Our customers are convinced that our prices cannot be beat, and to those who have not visited our store we extend a hearty invitation. Come, see our stock and compare our prices. It's a little further down Ladies' Whitewear and Gents' Furnishings. WEDNESDAY AFTERNOONS CLOSED Schwartz Bargain Store yy to walk down. We also sell Just try us. ! before » on the soft, green of the fern basket and "Well, the rain my bee friend, moss hottom said: is stopping now, shall travel on and carry you in the fern basket back to your home, Then I'l) take the basket to the lady mouse teach er in the hollow stump school." "Thank you," buzzed the hee. "I shall love to be carried along in your fern basket!" So Uncle Wiggily hopped along with the fern basket on his paw, and in the basket was the bee resting on the soft green moss. All of a sudden, as the bunny gen tleman was hippity-hopping along, he heard a gruff voice from behind a bush cry out: "Hold on there! Stop a minute!" Out popped the bad old Bob Cat, or lynx. "What is it you want?" asked Uncle Wiggily, "Is it my cars?" "Partly that!" growled the Bob Cat. "But I also want to see patting her tousled hair into Off in the "I wonder if there He was rather new in| had | Jithe lady "'Breakfast's ready." | you have in that basket you are car- | rying on your paw. I s'pose it's] something good for Grandpa Goosey | Gander. Well, I'll eat that first and | nibble your ears afterwards!" | 'Oh, no, there isn't anything good to eat"in my fern basket!" quickly sald Uncle Wiggily. 'All there is in it is--well, there isn't anything you'd care about," and the bunny gentle-| man sort of twinkled his pink nose, for he didn't want to tell about the bee, "Ha! You are trying to fool me! There is something good in that fern! {basket, and I'm going to have it!" howled the Bob Cat. Then he leaped jover and stuck his he ad down in the] green moss, | And as soon as he did that the bee | | stung the Bob Cat on the end of his | SHOOPY-00py nose, "Oh, wouch! Oh, ouch! have a hot coal of fire in your bas-| ket!" howled the Bob Cat, for that is what the hee sting felt like, "Oh, | how my nose 'burns! ! It Oa have burned, stung, if you had kept your nose out | of my fern basket!" laughed the | bunny, as the Bob Cat ran away to dip his nose in cold water. Then! Mr. Longears thanked the bee and {took it to the hollow honey tree, and mouse teacher liked the [fern basket very much, | And if the umbrella nandle doesn't g0 out in the rain by itself to soe | how it feels to be a goldfish, I'll tell | you next about Uncle Wiggily and] Sammie's tumble, Solution (Continued from page 1) [present time and in almost every case, he pointed out, the disturbance could be traced back to Bolshevism, even in Ireland. Propaganda was one of the main processes used for spreading discontent and he was of the opinion that a similar course should he taken by Christian peo- ple of the world. The basis of the trouble was because humanity had not been kept revolving on the spir ftual and moral sides as it had on the material and physical sidess™ If another war should come, it would he possible, Capt. Hezzlewood con- tinued, to wipe out whole cities in a night with the modern fighting equipment used in the late war. 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