The Argosy, Vol. 90 No. 1 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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RED HAMBLIN tended to leave the room. Ben saw Fan flash him a warning glance. He inter- preted it as meaning that she had given her father her own version of things, and proposed to prevent him getting any other ideas from him. “T will have to suggest—” she began. “Excuse me, Miss Fleming, but you may spare yourself the trouble. What I have to say to your father may-make your suggestions worthless.” Fan looked at him jdestoeinely: He felt the intention that had come suddenly to life in his mind harden into a firm de- termination. “T was only going—” she began. “Suppose you wait till you find out whether what you say makes any difference one way or the other!” he interrupted. Fan swept him from tip to toe. Her glances were like silver spears. He stood grimly waiting for her to go, “ Have you a choice about where I go?” she asked, little edges of scorn glinting in her words. ENTERTAINS. 83 ““ None.” He looked about the room. It was the whole of the cottage. A bunk was at one end. A screen covered part of one side. “Tl retire to my room,” Fan observed punctiliously. She went behind -the screen. He saw in a flash just how seriously his coming had discommoded Miss Fleming. She was plainly just staying at the cottage till he should see fit-to return to his nor- mal scenes of activity. He also saw that what he had to say must be said with her in hearing. Turning to Fleming, he said it. “Mr. Fleming, I have concluded to take over the management of the ranch. I shall assume full responsibility at once. Mean- while your salary continues, and you re- main till you can decide upon your future. Good night.” Moore strode out of the cottage from the midst of a quiet that seemed to crowd him toward the door. His announcement had fallen like an unexpected blow. (To be continued NEXT WEEK.) ton Lake Ridge, Mr. Vroon, the owner of the paper mill to which the spruce was bound, arrived at the camp and im- i ry wa Raymond S. Spears NE day, while the Black Creek gang | of loggers were skidding on the Cot- mediately accompanied [Toreman Bigger up into the chopping to see the men at work. , They followed the footpath up to the back of the ridge behind the camp and then Comicbaooe S CO