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PHONE 1101+ ik be | off the kitchen table," £4 pered by such "dnd. your ideal of 2 Western man f3-3 Jugh one "Just the highest, Your bést West- erner is fhe best that chn Be made out of the best' Englidh material, tem- a life ®s utxu ought to lend." {and CLIVE PHILLIPPS WOLLEY (AUTHOR OF "GOLD, GOLD IN CARIBOO," ETC) \ Supplied Exclisively in Canada by The British & Colonial Press Service, . Li x tty knows it's true, and you daren't contradict her. When we went' to see how Mr. Webster was getting along, we found him eating his food chuckled Jia, Opod place, too," Jett any plates for "Hasn't Jim you? we asked. "{Fiftythree, Mrs. Rolt; that's the trouble. I've not had pluck enough to tackle them yet, Come, and I'll Lauw yon," and Me took iis fo'a pile as high ax that, all dirty on both sides. "Jim 'had had 'a'cléan 'side for one hundred and six meals. After that he tet {re house and the crockery, Here, Dick, wash these thixigs, please, mi and clean." 1 When the Jeugh 'agninst Jim had dled out, and tho In Mad enrrted the crockery, Mrs. Roit drew them All round. the fire. The bail had stop- fora little while, .and wo wind under the fly 'which Jim up. on the lea side of the With a good 'bed of pine brush taro, and a great fire of logs trofit, there is ho place cosler than ® a great reflector it catches ight and heat, and yer gives @ benef't. of the sweet fresh gn, Ee a ig mide a pretty contrast r afd' lonesome uplands, here Were ngthifig but grey nd 'silence, the ruddy glo - Fhvelfgh th Wingout the pre..y 'of' the Wonien, ~ by the smokirs premecat their feet, in strong relief. Handsome 'as Polly 'Rolt was in a halt-bbytéh, Haltmatronly way, the go 'abd daali'of the spertswoman terapered by afew years of happy married life, 1 'Was uo wonder that the men's eyes passed. her -pure profile to dwell on benny. Kitty Clifford. - Even the China man, who cooked for the ranche, wor shipped her. She had been worshipped by everyone all her small, spoilt lire. From the 6 crimson Tam o'Shanter, which she had unearthed from her saddle bags, to her gleaming gum boots,-she was as dainty a little apple of discord as ayer fell between two men. On anyone 'else, gum boots have been a horror, shapeless, huge, mud-bespattered. On her they only made you wonder where gum boots so astoundingly small and smart could Nave been made. Besides, they sug gested an apology, if ofie were needed, for the extreme brevity of Kitty's 'skirts. The fire was the most daring gallant in that crowd. It was he who touched Kitty's white throat with his rosy fin- gers, he who lit the deep blue of hc: laughing eyes, who threw that velvety shadow which so emphasized the fuli curve of her saucy chin, and, because even he became timid and uncertain in such a place, made you wonder whe- ther that was a dimple just beyond the curve of those sweet red lips. Yes, tty was pretty, and knew it perhaps foo well, pretty with that face which has haunted England for so many happy centuries, going a Chris- massing on the pilllon behind old- fashioned fathers long ago, looking down perhaps as Guinevere or Gwen- doline upon the malled knights of the tournay, or to-day making young men's pulses beat as they pass through the Army and Navy Stores, where perhaps one meets more pretty women to the acre than in any other space on earth. "Now sing, some one," ordered Mrs. Rolt, "You. don't you? "No, of course not." Taking his pipe from his mouth, Jim had started at Anstruther's words, and looked a surprised question at the Boss's wife. He had never dreamed that a man might not smoke in camp. "All right, Jim, it's only Mr. Anstru- ther's English frills. Where we breathe we smoke In B. C, my hus- band says. He Is my law. But must I give you a lead?" and without waiting for an answer she bégan to sing the "Qld Swanee River" in a rich '¢on- tralto voice, which' gave to the words an' Mnfigite pathos &s théy died away in that honieléss wilste. By a camp fire & song must have a horas} without it the grégarious in- stinct of man is unsatisfied. Perhaps man 'sings, In Part, 'béeabse he is a little afraid of mature's silence, ard of all choruses those French-Canadian choruses, roaring, rollicking, boating ditties, of which Jim sang ofie or two, have done mors to hunt the blue devils ine Hein of lower Ma than €lse in the world. They afe full of a 'spirit of a reck- Jegsly 'daring people, and Jim 'sang them with the spirit of an old-time voyageur, and an acéént which if not Parisian, was at least not London. It was noticeable in Jim that though his English was apt to stumble and won- der Into all 'sorts.of by-ways of slang, his French was good enough, and his English vocabulary at least as ample as an Englishman's, It wis only with would mind my tobacco, do the constantly recurring phrases of | every-day life that he and those of his |} kind played the mountebank. .It was well for the more scholarly Anstruther pertiata that he did not follow the cow; Justead |: y In any foreign tongue. he sang them "The Hounds of the Meynell," and for the first time dur} that picnic Frank Anstruther pla himself, and wag at home. As he 'sang you knew what that } spare horseman's reaming as he sang, came a visjon of LX, oe any gabled Rouse, set, vironments In five sécondi answered s little supercillously. "No, why hole ht be. oot foxes there "They sre wild, Jim, like our Coy- sées," put In Mrs. Rolt. "There ain't no bounty on them then. Don't they play old Harry with the ranchers?" ® "If they do we pay for it." "Oh, well you see, 1 ain't been in d myself. 1 was raised in Can: ada, and it is good enough for me, I knew there were plenty of foxes when my grandfather hunted the Old Lark- shire, but I fancied that the people would have been too' thick én the ground now for any wild thing to live. This country Is big enough, you'd 'hink, but the Yanks have 'killed out 'he buffaloes, and wHl kill out most sther things befdre théy ave through., When my grandfather hunted the 21d Larkshire." It was said in such a jutet, matter-of-fact way tliat it took Anstruther"s breath away, and yet he, #ho knew the annals of foX-hunting setter than he knew his Bible, remem- yered that one of the best masters the Old Larkshire heed cvér hud was Sif 'Greville Combe. Could this fellow in shaps and flan People don't] nel shirt, who spoke 'such 'appalling' i]ed batk into the cabin. Buglish, be grandson to 8ir Greville? A quiet smile onMrs, Rolt's face told him that it was 80. In after years An. struther learned to look through the clothes of the West and see the men beneath, but at the moment a horror took him, and he wondered how long it would take to make him a cowboy: That was what he came out to be, or so he had told his father and his friends, but lodking up he caught Kitty's blue éyes fixed upon him, and knéw that he had led. "Do you think that I should ev:r make 8 cowboy, Miss Clifford?" The question was very direct, and merited a suubbing, but Kitty had been caught at a disadvantage. ' There had been more in her eyes than she meant to show just yet, so she stum: bled, and Mrs. Rolt answered for her. "Oh, 1 suppose you would learn to ride." "Thank you. I thought that was the one thing I could do." "On schooled horses. tried a buck jumper yet." "Yes he has, though," put in Combe, looking up from the plug he was whit- ting. "And you did not give us a chance of seeing the show! That was mean, Jim." "There wasn't much of a show." "Well, I'm not sure that you would do much bettcr yourself over a post and rails," said the girl hotly. "It all depends what you are used to. I sup- pose you put him on Job. That brute would throw 'anyone but a broncho buster." ; "Didn't throw Mr, 'Anstruther any- way." "What! Did not Job get him off? The girl's whole face lit up with plea: sure and pride in her friend. "Wasn't (0 he done unless that cay- use had shed his hide," said Jim quiet: ly. "Your fricud can ride," and if Jim put a little too much stress upon "your friend" the admission that he could ride was very hearty and generous for a cowboy who was jealous. The girl knew it; knew, too, that horsemanship was Jim Combe's- great gift, and for a moment her eyes dwelt seriously on that big loose figure in shaps, that old friend who had taught her so much, and borne with her so long. If only he could speak English, if only he .was not "so Canadian? would he not be the better man of the two? A year ago, before she had been dazzled by the glamor and luxury of the Old Country, she would have been able to answer. Now she hesitated. "After Cofnbe's testimonial, whith 1 appreciate, do you think I shall ever make a cowboy?" persisted Anstru ther. "Riding is not all. It may make a cowboy. I was thinking rather of a Western man." You haven't + *¥Not Fairclaw crowd, Jim. They were getting nto deep water, Mrs. Rol Combe reappear, carrying a huge load {of brush, boughs of young pines, which he waved one al a time through the sntoke of the camp fire, until most of ifthe rain drops had left them. . With these he vanished into the ca # {1 4in, and aficr a long absence, returned to announce, "béd time, ladies. I'm afraid that your bed isn't what it might be. but with your stickers over that brush, and sour blankets, it will be fdry enough. Don't worry to turn out till 1 call you." "Wihere are you going to sleep?' "We'll sleep right here, if Mr. An- struther don't mind, so as to be handy in case you want anything. Let's go and look at the horses, Anstruther. Good-night," and the two strolled away into the fight whilst the lddies turned in, CHAPTER III, Cattle Thieves "Are you men up? The mist wreathes of éarly morning, the very Tast of them, were slowly trailing away lke dainty long-sa.rted dames from the holiow below 'the ca bin, and the top half of the sun was showing through the timber which crowned the rise to the east of the camp, when Mis. Roit's head was pro. truded from the cabin déor to ask the above question. But no one answered her. The fire had been made up and the men's blan- kets were hung on the bars of the corral, but there 'was no other sign of life if you except a grey bird like a jay, who was making a careful inspec tion of relics, "No one here, iiitty," Mrs. Rolt call- "Now is our chance to make our toflét, 'and of course that dear old Jim has every- thing fixed for us, basin and water and towels. . Makes me feel quite 'to home' as he'd say." "How do you know that it "How do I know, you ungrateful girl? Hasn't Jim done these things aver since we came Jo the country. You don't suppose that your néw chum vould ever have thought of jt?" "I think that you &re very hard on ny new chum," said the girl, showing 1 deiightfully résy face fn a mi t of lisordered hair. 3 "And 1 think that you are hard on your old---friend," retorted Mrs. Rolt. She had almost sald more than she had intended to, but caught herself up in time and buried her face heaithil in the basin to hide her confusion + "Polly." "Well?" blowing the soapsuds out of her eyes and shaking the water from her wet ha.r. "What an object you do look, It's lucky your fringe is natural." "Is that all you wanted to say, Miss? I am all natural and so were you be- fore you went back to England. Now you must needs wear that thing!" and she pointed indignantly to a portion of Kitty's looks which that charming maiden carried in her hand." "You must wear a toupee in Eng land. How would you keep your he 1 smart without one." Mrs. Rolt held up her hands with a little gesture of horror, "Spare me that word, Kitty, breakfast at any rate. 'Smart! is your gospel nowadays. dear, before That Who said that you must be smart. I loathe smart people." "You prefer--Jims." "Yes, infinitely. Jim is a man.' PP "And Mr. Anstruther is not?" "I did not say so. I don't know. He may be one in embryo, but he'll take a lot of making." "Would you not rather that Jim had some of your pet aversion's 'making' in the English langaage for instance. Or is it necessary to talk like a broucho buster to be 'a man?" Polly Rolt hesitated. She did not want to lie. Indeed downright truth- fulness was one of Mer 'occasionally painful characteristics, but she did not itke to admit any blemishes 'in her favorite, "Oh, well, fine English Is as easy to put on, for a man lfke Jim, as your toupee is for you. 'A min' must speak the language of a country 'if he wants to be understood in 'ft. "You used to understand Jim well enough before you went home." "And now I don't. He seems to me to have changed. In some way he does not geem to he natural ahy "gore." "I thought your complain{ was that he was not -sufficlently ' artificial -- smart I mean." "He isn't. that, either. . But hurry up. Here they come," and the two ladies whisked round the corner and into the Seclusion of their cabin, to put on the last {inlahing touches A minute Tater they were coungratu- lating Combe and "Anstruther upon a fine buck which the two slung in. the Wagon. "Who ghet it, Jim? You; of caurse," asked Kitty, her dainty head as trim #8 if she had just parted from her maid, though Mrs.. Rolt's fringe waa still a trifle damp and straight. "No, Mr. Anstruther killed him." "And that ig all I had to do with it," added Anstruther. "Combe found his tracks; 1 went right away from them, walked all ovér the country until I was beginning to grow tired. He told fie 10 get my rifle ready at the foot of A hog's hack, and as we peeped over, said 'shodt!' That 1s all 1 knew of our hunt." "Jim liad him said the girl Th Jim laughed. "Picketicd this feed Miss Kitty. T aint much of a trick to ktiow where a buck would be this time in the morning." "It 1s a trick you will owe your steak to; more than to my rifle,' retorted Anstruther generously, and then be tween them they set about prepara tions for breakfast. Before that meal was over, the In dian, Pretty Dick, came up with the horses. "Plenty man track in the swamp,' picketted for you," {ne said. « "Faire lough's_ boys been hunting, 1 expect," said Jim, "thongh it's a lpng way for them (o come for deer feat. 1 saw their tracks. Didn't you notice them going up that first rise to owr right, Anstruther?" "Wo. 1 saw nothing. 1 was looking for & deer" : Milka tum tum Chilcotins," puts In Preity Dick (To be Continued.) WHS not sorry fo see | EDDY})S FIBREWARE TUBS AND PAILS RETAIN THE HEAT OF THE WATER MUCH LONGER THAN THE WOODEN OR GALVAN- IZED IRON ONES--ARE CHEAPER THAN THE LATTER--WILL LAST LONGER AND DOES NOT RUST THE CLOTHES. as Jia? T™ BRAND HERRINGS Tovitro FISH on FRIDAY !t would be well for every Canadian citizen to limit * his diet to fish on Friday. This reform will be accomplished if the popularity of Young Herrings in Tomato Sauce in- ! creases. This new delicacy which 1s just.bein ng introduced : in Canada Kas Jong been a favorife in the old country. 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