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Show LEHI FREE PRESS. LEHI, UTAH ES 3B JL ow Howe About; S3 America Wisdom A Romance of the North Woods II o II' SYNOPSIS Tom" Belknap, big timbar operator, order) by bis physicians to tak 4 eompltt mt, plan a three months' abroad. Promises of advancement trip he has mads to his son John ars broken, and tha young maa la indignant. Belknap's partner, whom raul Gorbel, cordially dislikes. Is a bona of contention. Father and son part withAt out a complete understanding. Shoestring, his train delayed by a at leave to Is ordered wreck, John nee. Ha refuses. After a Bst fight le attackers realise It Is a case of Identity. John learns his ?mistaken ether Is believed to ba out to wreck toe Richards lumber company. Bewildered and unbelieving, ba seeks At employment with that company. tha office he finds Gorbel bullying a foong girl, and throws him out. , CHAPTER II Continued Corbel struggled, but the lock on his was secure. He bent forward for relief as John opened the door, the cold night surged In on them, and then the one was running down the Steps to regain the balance that the ether's shove bad Imperiled. At the bottom be whirled and lifted his face, normally handsome, now Wrenched with rage. "Too swine !" he cried. "You'll pay for this!" "Collect, then! But you stay away from here until you're sent for! Get Wrist thatr II closed the door and turned back lo tha office, removing his cap as be Went Brighter lights burned now, for a luster Id the ceiling had been switched n. The girl sat at a littered desk In the middle of the room, pale, shoulders lie stopped, bunched, head bowed. She was the girl Eolsed ia surprise. seen in the station waiting room, and with her coat and bat removed. In the Jersey dress which exposed a graceful column of throat, she was as out of place In this office with Its battered desks and dingy walls as a flower In a wood yard John spoke: "lie called me an eavesdropper. I guess, in a way, he was right" "Fortunately, you beard," she murmured, and then looked up. "Oh ! . . , Oh, I didn't know It was you!" She brushed at her soft, short hair nervously and managed a sort of smile. "I . . . I wanted to tell you bow . , . how aorry I am that the boys did what they did. . . . Won't you come In?" She rose, and be could see thai she was rallying her composure rapidly. "I feel like an Intruder," he said, advancing. "I came over here on the chance that I might find the manager and ran into the late unpleasantness!" "I am the manager," she said simply. And now surprise had him wholly; o completely that be blinked and laughed outright, You. . . . Why, a girl In "What this mess?" She flushed deeply, "I guess that's what It Is: a mess. Even strangers know! I am Ellen Blehards. This was my father's company. I've been trying to carry on for over a year now, since he . . . since be died." "Oh," he said dully. "Oh!" a bit longdrawn, this time, and In a sort of relief rather than amazement or stupefaction. Relief, because It was a girl on whom his father made war! It simplified matters for a chap In an embarrassing position. A man, even In a pinch, might want to fight through to the finish on his own resources. A girl like this the sort of girl you took to tea and the theater and to supper clubs; a nice girl who looked as though she read books and played golf and would complete the picture of a smart roadster would be needing help. Lota of help! Immediately! It was her tough luck that she had Incurred the attention of an old tyrant such as his father was turning out to be; his good luck that she was In trouble, filled with animus as he was for old Tom, and aching as he was to shbw what he could do, "Well l" he said as he took the chair she Indicated, and In the third ejaculation was a deal of satisfaction, as of one suddenly rounding a dubious corner Into an unexpected bonanza ! "It was terrible the way the boys met you," she said. "There's an excuse for It, of course. It can be explained by the fact that they're so worked up over what hns been going on and so loyal to my father's memory that they do these things regardless of my wishes. I'm . . . I'm so sorry 1 I feel responsible for It, and for their hurting you." He touched his cut lip. "Don't mind me. As 1 understand the situation you seem to have troubles enough without worrying about a cratch on a stranger!" Her eyes dropped. "And it was awto do fully generous of you to what you did Just now" voice trembling ever so little. "First we hear that Tom Belknap'a bully Is coming here to harm more of my men and we beat you tip In our excitement Next, you walk In here to find Torn Belknap's partner demanding surrender and save me . . . embarrassment There are oma matters a girl cant handle . , . lone." John atlrred uneasily. To tell a girl Who could apeak of a man with fuch contempt and animosity that be was that man's son was a bit more of an ordeal than be cared to undertake, considering bis objective. He had found ber in a man's job, In a man's fight, confronted with a man's problem, but she was no man ; a girl, with feminine reactions and prejudices, and to reveal bis Identity would terminate this talk abruptly. His heart went down . . . and then rebounded. Sandy's letter rested in Good old Sandy, so rathis tled at writing a letter of character that he left out the once Important, but now damning, third of his name! lie picked up tier last words: "Yes: a lot of matters a girl can't handle alone," but his steady gaze on her face was not one of sympathy or understanding, lie was sizing her up, studying her In the light of a possible vehicle for that urge for vengeance. "Throwing your caller out was simple. Maybe It won't be so easy to help you Rut that's what I in other things. came here for: to ask for a chance to try." "Meaning Just what?" she asked with an odd bluntness for a girl. "That I understand you're looking for a woods superintendent and I'd like to take on the chore." "And that . . . that's what brought you to Shoestring?" Surely It was a surge of relief, the sudden dawning of an unlooked-fo- r hope, which unsteadled her tone then! Well, now, a young man can't lie, can he? Not fb a girl who, for an Instant and even through the concentration of a savage purpose, seems peculiarly lovely to behold? No. . . . This young man could not ; but for the sake of attaining his goal he may evade a little, may he not? "I've Just finished one Job. I don't know how good I am; I'd like to find bill-fol- 1 1 ... keep afloat with what we bare . . . or go down." She paused and John had a queer feeling: annoyance at her apparent competence. "Snow came early and we're going to have trouble with It We have fourteen miles of railroad through where drifting will be certain. I was worried tonight and went looking for Tiny and Way Bill my engineer and conductor to have them take the plow out If It didn't let up. That's how I bapiened to ee your reception. The snow has stopped ; we're safe for tonight. How long we'll be safe, no one ran tell. Without fighting snow we've been unable to build up a reserve of logs in the millyard. A three day shut down would ruin us." She paused again and her eyes shifted a moment from his Intent scrutiny. Site talked like a man, a business man, but that change in her face Indicated to John that she was playing up to a part downing her weaknesses and limitations with an effort which gave her a superficial veneer of coldness, hardness. "No, things haven't been going so well In the woods. I kept Royce, my. father's old superintendent, on because I could trust him absolutely and I need men I can trust" the I shell she had built about herself giving way ever so little for the moment "We were Just getting along when Mr. Belknap himself came up to Kampfest." John's mouth tightened and his brows gathered closer. "He seems to have arranged things very well. For a year Mr. Gorbel, his partner, has been asking me to put a price on the property. I have refused. After Mr. Belknap left, the process of forcing us out began. They overtaxed our railroad with their logs; then Mr. Belknap's hired thug put my superintendent out of the picture. The camp foreman, Mark Saunders, Isn't up to the Job. Two others who are good loggers won't come, now that the story has got around that Tom Belknap Is after the Richards hide. "That Is the situation," she ended abruptly. "That's what a superintendent will have to confront Who are you to do It?" He smiled, despite the unpleasant conviction that this Ellen Richards was going to be amazingly hard to deal with, and reached into a pocket for his "A fellow doesn't like to polish his own medals," he laughed, a bit nervously, as he considered the thin Ice on which he was treading. "I've only held one job that amounted to anything" fingering through the papers In the wallet "I've had four years in forestry school, but the value of that remains to be proven, I suppose." He handed over Sandy's letter. "1 don't know what you expect In the way of personal qualifications. I swear when It Isn't always necessary; I smoke cigarettes: I've been known to drink some. I don't know all that there Is to know about hardwood logging by a long shot." She was not reading the letter; watching him, Instead, as though his words or manner Intrigued her. "I'd be Interested In this Job principally because It would . . . would show what I could do, and I'm curious to know how good or how bad I am. I've done my best to size up my own shortcomings; as for the rest, I'll leave It to Sandy Mclver" gesturing towards the letter she held. The girl's eyes dropped to the scrawl and her mouth twitched. It was coming now, he felt I She was going to jump at the chance of getting help! He leaned forward a bit "That's a fine letter. Mr. Steele," she I don't know said. "Witch Hill. the company." She looked at him as If slightly puzzled and paused a moment. Then, decisively: Td like to have you go to camp with me tomorrow morning. After a few hours on the job I'll give you an answer." She rose with a manner of dismissal and John Belknap, masquerading now as John Steele, got to his feet annoyed and confounded. "Fair enouah," he said; It was all there was to say. "What time?" "Seven sharp, In the mill-yarGood night. And once more: I thank you for . . . for what you did here." "That was all right," he said. "I'd be glad to take on a row with a hand like Gorbel !" He did not heed the slight huskiness that had been in her voice. Indication that thinking back to her encounter brought a recurrence of fright He did not cans what went on In the mind or the heart of Ellen Richards except for what she might think or feel of him as an applicant for a chance to show his father, Indeed, what he was ... bill-fol- . ! Thrift a Blessing By HAROLD TITUS CoprrUhL 1SJI "Yes; a Lot of Matters a Girl Can't Handle Alone." out When 1 heard of the Jam you're lifting one hand and giving It a little twist as though the explanaIn here" "I thought it tion were might be a good place to see what I'm good for . . . what I'm wound on." He A moment of silence followed. could see the pulses leaping In her throat and his own heart speeded a trifle. A girl In a corner should welcome such a chance, and be waited, anticipating that welcome, but It did not come. Instead of figuratively falling on his neck and balling him as the savior of the day, she folded her small hands and looked at him with a gaze as searching as It was level. "Perhaps you're asking for more than you understand . : . In the way of trouble, I mean. I need help and right away, but I wouldn't want any man to come to work for me without knowing Just how desperate the situation It That, you see, wouldn't be fair to . . . to the sort of man I need. "People who have known this company for years figure that we are through. Even the men on the Job have the notion that we're marked paid. Perhaps they are right; I'm trying to prove them wrong. "1 It might be simpler If I knew Just how much you have heord?" He told her tersely the gossip he had listened to In the past hour, and she nodded slowly, "Those things are all true. There's a fundamental problem of finance, however, which Is behind It all. The Bank of Kampfest, now owned by Belknap & Gorbel. holds enough of our paper to make our statement look very bad. We can hope for nothing but embarrassing demands there. The only way we can meet those obligations and keep from being sold out to satisfy them Is to keep the mill sawing. I can borrow on lumber In the yard from Milwaukee banks, largely because we have some very favorable contracts. However, the contracts will be voided unless we are prepared to meet their terms of regular and prompt deliveries. "The way out now goes back to keeping the mill logged and running. Things haven't been any too smooth at the woods end ; you know what we are up against In the matter of transportation, evidently. We cant spend a dollar for more equipment Wa must self-evide- ... ... wound on I CHAPTER III He was In the early, watch tng Ellen, clad In Mackinaw and breeches and pacs, as she watched the loading of camp supplies. She was and greeted crisp, Intent, business-likhim almost curtly. Tiny Temple reached down from the locomotive cab to shake his hand; Way Rill took a moment to apologize again for the trouble of last night, and mill-yar- d e - I were watchjolin tvuld see that both wondering him probably closely, ing about his errand. mill He strolled about ; watched the the In over looked equipment saw; way he under train the With yard. sat alone in the "doghouse" of the wav car while Ellen remained below, talking earnestly with the conductor. Her words reached him occasionally and always they were of the country, of savoring in phrase and Inflexion the timber. She was a daughter of the ramps, for certain; sprung from the same stock which had given him birth. Out to the northward they toiled, up mile after mile of stiff grade, and after seven miles they crossed the main line bn.nch, with its water tank and tender's house. From the crossing they rocked and chinked down long grades towards the distant timber, stopped at the Belknap & Corbel camps, spotted cars and then went on another three miles to Uiiliards Camp Sixteen, woods headquarters. He just followed her around. He met men: Saunders, the foreman; Jack Tait, the barn boss; the cook, the scaler, the clerk, Jerry Tubbs, fat and asthmatic. He heard her talk to these men as he himself would have talked to men in his employ: directly, tersely, In their own language. But now and again he heard Items which indicated the sorry deficiencies In her experience for such a task as that confronting her. He kept his eyes as well as ears open; he asked questions of Ellen occasionally and of a man here and there; but all the time he was restive, up on the bit, growing hourly more provoked with a girl who needed him but who would keep him waiting! But In late afternoon, when she led the way into the office, deserted for the moment, she changed ; ceased to be the assured young business woman, filling a man's shoes more or less competently. The crude office was silent, and John closed the door. She dropped to a chair as though suddenly weakened and her mouth Then she looked up with a worked. wry little smile and asked : "Well, what do you think of It?" "Hay wire!" he exploded. "It's slow, No wonder a Joke! costly you're In trouble, with a woods job run like this one!" "Well . . . what would you do?" she asked, trying to put some tone of challenge Into the words and falling. He stood there and told her what he would do and why. Item by item ; told It emphatically, almost as though she were disputing him; told It with a thoroughness and his agility of Interpretation. She watched him, lips parting as his conviction carried him away and when he stopped, again standing before her, saying, "Those are a few of the things I'd do until I dug up more to do," she looked away into the sunset, filtering through the naked tops of maple and birch and beech and her eyes misted. "I'm glad you're looking for a hard Job, John Steele!" she said calmly. "I I think I'm going to dethink now on." on from you pend He laughed then, as a man will who Is coming out of a fright. "ril do my best." he said. ... ... Now when By ED HOWE been reading Hendrik new geography ia oceans seem only magnified big made In the same way as creeks In every neighborhood to dren fish and swim In, and the tvu. ty commissioners bridge. The W is devoted mainly to the physical ehu acteri8tlcs of the world: to the Zj or bad luck the people of differ countries drew as the mountain rivers finally settled down, and fit for human habitation. "From a geographical point of says the writer, a foreigner, "Amerii is almost everything that could post bly be desired, and had most luck " all." Nothing is lacking. Climate and H the best ; the rivers, mountain im piHius unupeufu io lull into the I possible arrangement for the convoy, ence of men. Times are hard, but far as nature could oblige us in liuge iiapnaara ana careiesg ay did better in America than elsewbert So that Is settled again: if e p to the devil we should at least fair enough to admit that we had t Detter cnance man any other peo T HAVE Loon'a a young man, wholly mad. Is out to show what he can do, and who has had an opportunity of displaying his capacities dangled before his eyes tantnltzingly for a day that seemed like a week, he Is bound to go fast, once started. Ellen Richards' new boss went like the wind, like fire, like a wild horse; by day he drove his crews; by night he sat In the office at camp or in town and laid plans for further driving. The winter's operation had been confined to a long, narrow ravine Into which, because of the contour of the country, steel could not be laid at justified expense. The haul was along the bottom of this sharp depression to Its lower end and thence up a hill, where a worked every hour getting loads to the top. From there the sleighs doubled back on the high land, paralleling the first part of the haul to reach the landing. Over three miles, it was. and at one point the steel came within forty rods of the rim of the ravine. "We should be dumping right there 1" John exclaimed to Saunders when he saw the place. "Yeah. Rut we don't haul by airplane yet !" the foreman growled. John said no more but his mind was was an old busy. In the steam loader, long discarded. It was not In bad shape, and three days later It was in the woods; men were building a road through the deepening snow straight up the side of that and on to the adjacent steel. The Jammer was set down, skidded to the brink of the steep pitch and a cable bent to the drum. Teams left off the long Journey by Iced roads, took their sleighs down the pitch to the skid ways, brought them, loaded, to the foot of the Incline, unhooked and came up ahead while the power of the llapld's steam engine snaked the loads to the top. tow-tea- mill-yar- pot-hol- e was liberated for the The to move an haul; each sleigh was able were cut costs ; a thousand day extra at the Hal It the size of the decks new "landing increased; log production shortwas stepping up; a fundamental and as he overcome, was being coming stood on the third afternoon following the Initiation of bis new plan, John muttered tightly. see what I'm wound on, I'm wound on, yet?" what Tom! See had new Yes, the Richards operation had his John as as new long vigor life, a man can't fingers on each phase, but be in more than one plaee at a time; each day has only its allotted hours. He had had the train crew with him from the beginning and did not need to worry about getting the best out of what equipment he had there. Tucker, the roadmaster, was spry enough, eager enough. It seemed, but there were times when John felt that he could not wholly trust the man. Nothno ing he could put his finger on; delinquency he could point out Just intuitive distrust. He won Jack Tait, the barn boss, as a stalwart friend by sitting up minthrough one bitter night to help horse The died, horse. sick a to ister but Its distress had not been John's primary motive in going without sleep. He needed the staunch support of his men. as any executive needs the faith and loyalty of those at his command. No business will succeed unless divisional heads are behind the management heart and soul ; the backbone of an army Is Its But the uphill pull commenced to show progress. Forty thousand a day, John must put to the mill to keep the band-safed. He began to do better than this; by holiday time the reserve decked In the yard had crept up a cut was there, waittrifle; a two-daing for an emergency ; a three, enough for four days. Not time, yet, for a long breath, but a trifle. time to let yourself hope ". . . show you what I'm wound on!" he growled between set teeth as he watched a load going on to the deck instead of directly into the tow-tea- non-com- s. y ... hot-pon- d. Not time, yet, for a long breath, though. The night watchman at the mill reported that In making his rounds an unidentified skulker had run out of the locomotive stall. A wrench was found, dropped In the doorway, and John put on a special man to guard Tiny's old relic, their only hope. Three days later, running for one of the stiff grades with four loads of logs bound for Kampfest Tiny Temple looked back to see a car leave the rails, to see the splintered ends of ties pop up through the snow, to see the car take the ditch and go over before he could stop. Wrecking tools were In Shoestring, and It was necessary to make the run In for jacks and replacers. They got the car back on and the track repaired, but a day was lost and the margin of safety for the mill shrank instead of growing. and Tiny came to John. ' on that car'd been monkeyed with," the conductor said. "You could see the fresh wrench marks on the nuts." "What do you make of that?" "They know we're doin' too well. Fixed to spill us to make trouble. They care a d n about getting their The Kampfest yard's logs moved! full, and If we keep on the main line won't be able to clean out the switches at the crossing. More dirty work!" John called Tucker Into the conference, but the roadmaster smiled and shook his head doubtfully. "Fairy story!" he said. "You couldn't tell within two weeks when that beam'd been repaired." Way-Bil- l spat and big Tiny eyed Tucker with a look that was not Just pleasant. John wondered, feeling a bit uneasy. Thereafter, he kept wrecking equipment In the way-caAnd now Corbel's men commenced dumping at two landings, which meant that it would be necessary to spot two strings of empties daily, more minutes taken from the time of Ellen's train crew. A man must take It and grin, though. John knew that; he had read the old contract by which Richards agreed to transport those logs. Way-Bil- "A l brake-bea- r. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Find Wisconsin Peat Bog Dates From Glacial Age An Investigation into the origin and development of an age-ol- d peat bog In Wisconsin has been made by experts of the botanical department of the State university. The conclusion reached was that the bog as a began lake in the period when glaciers swept over the state. The botanists found 25 kinds of fossil pollens, of which ten were significant in determining the of the history A layer of bog. water mosses next to the clay In the deepest part of the bog lent support to the lake theory Evidence that the development of the bog was not an process was found In uninterrupted the disclosure of layers of raw peat by layers of oxidized peat separated or muck, Indicating striking climatic changes during the long process of formatloav J thtt bZ i There are all sorts of opinions abogt 0. O. Mclntyre even goes w for as to say: "His publication la with tolerance and wisdom and mt with Indignation." I'm not very indignant; I've fluty discovered that whatever is happen has happened before, and was Intend ed to happen, A good gentleman edits the most foolish of all such lications writes : "Never does the soul appear so strong and Mbit as when It foregoes revenge, and dam forgive an Injury." I have no soul tat I forego revenge, and forgive Injuria every day. Did I not, I should Irnt by this time shot a good many people f As to wisdom, there is not muck. It Such as there is is available j all, and consists In admitting atom! and world faults, and doing i lltfe' better with them. me. What Is the object of saving? Nee ly always to provide for sickness, sii age; to educate children; to prorMej the comforts of life; to build better homes, business houses, schools uj to L roads. Can there be honest objection whit to any such efforts? Is not i mi ant i with savings a better and more t heard ful citizen than his neighbor who if ler we always a community problem? Wit, so then, the general disposition to critH of ge cize the frugal, thrifty man? lim frlen such course denial of a worthy prin long hi ciple we teach our children? Id t she ery mother's talk to her children 3 Includes the Importance of thrift Ui screen Is a very serious business; we to Ho saving is as Important as industry, Jed tha politeness, or fairness, or temperas d pay Everv useful development in the ler do! munitv or nation is due to men m Hiss work dilisentlv. and save somethfe flu as i' f cog- When parents say to a hoy "Bee : a good man," they mean thrift By thl ss In also. f fiber claim only a few f one pii of it I have never m but are Intelligent, of that opinion ; if men did not w fiend. up on, a f?ood deal of Intelligence, they walk into the fire, into the river, irf Instruct f x"it thij be destroyed. The great number of the race pwtl looking that men know enough, ana oon Id me fi man has life, it is only a question fpear on Most writers W ;nd the Imnrovinc It History proves this been, has but not only be done, frj was flayed i to century: I have kWf astonish e Picture many men called fools to of $12(1 ers called wise. the fcisco. than more no is Intelligence rdnr fxh ihited hv a fox: kif,et' to E Inherited and acquired from long sm term co rience. A fox, celebrated as sen fflpany of dumb brutes, uses all the u tarrine. do. not has, which men will encounters suspicious tracks, he; h was to Nreal stop to argue he is entitled i that territory, but makes on has there been a fox urging N father IntemF" tli an we 8rel m accep man chilli rl tnve each tiriil n m t nnfnln Iain. hires- - n ml Im t,nip laiuic i.a.0in x- -. somewhere w thin m , that other. f1 W after , blood ana 1 f ate a E1 I hav ler the c Lois ve k contr a f ..,t,.i.ine a SaH army service on the streets,were j nil thP participants One fellow in uniform 'aS.alf" '' years old and a Pprreu Most of the , m-tha- :r'i ; specimen. woij " young also, ami ,lS8l. about religion most oi n drum. the putting a dollar on in . aratn contract I made tv-tw- o i seat the Go ed me. is there Is education when it ot line Inheritance from a long Ing. When an old woman is pany of a young and Pw,- u is disposed to hover anmnd er woman, and hour asjiin to things men once said u ma "V "e I Gar 'item t- I!TO o ho. ingk heater ompiet, foi ever J When I visit a titter for scenes from li,,ernl1; or and p. ., I" . ' omer gross InniillMllS wem' howevr. fn4 hi, love. . . . Later tta Ai hood Is a fine sentiment, 1 11 than fflllrf Into a show, i no or . ., ".nd ers are gemier, ' Donni. tient than ancient f , are more old mothers tmi nnr! mnro of tiielll to nin""to mv own ...,l.Ul.C.l IJIIWIIlll, 111 in I i thnt pnt I believe goodness women ter than men. , 1933, iivll syim a verPe 1 ovC"! r (feat :ciiirf... oil e. |