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selves, that we have only so many possibili- all that trains you to think straight thoughts ties, that we can not do two things at one and do straight deeds—all these are to be time, and can only do a very circumscribed made out of the hours that go to you, your number of things before the end, once we very own. A certain amount of waste there grasp that idea we may consider a little more will always be; it is one of the laws of nacarefully this business of wasting time. ture, though even for that waste some ul

You see, we build our lives with time. timate use is found, perhaps, since nature To build them of waste time is a foolish moves inside a smaller circle than is ours. business. What worth-while thing can be For us, we can not be sure of redeeming the built out of waste? Good sound stone or waste we have created; at the best, the matwood or steel or concrete we use to build our ter will be long and unsatisfactory. It is houses with. Building a life out of hours wiser to use our hours when we have them, spent on cheap, stupid, selfish, mean things knowing that they at least pass to come no is hardly worth while. Not when the good stuff is here, to be had for the choosing. A But don't feel hurried about these hours healthy, happy, active day is a wonderful

You have all there are during the chunk of building material in this affair of period in which you have any use for hours, making life. Shutting up your mind inside and all there are is enough. You can waste an hour filled with anything less than the one by rushing and banging through it, best you can possibly get is bad building, feeling it is altogether too short for your shoddy work.

needs, quite as easily as by dawdling. A life All that goes for your growth, for the that is always on the jump, that keeps a enrichment of your mind and spirit, for the wild eye on the clock and crowds detail sound development of muscle, for sympathy enough for three hours into one, is wasting and understanding; all that helps you to time because it is wasting and exhausting know more of this marvelous world into itself. I know persons wh never ve time which we are born, whose tiniest happenings to see a good picture, to hear good music, are so full of a mysterious power, where the to take a leisurely stroll, to sit in cheerful very movements of the clouds across the talk over a cup of tea. They have made sky and the curve of an incoming wave are such a mess of their hours that they might worthy of profound thought and capable almost as well not live them at all. Time of giving great joy; all that opens your heart does not hurry, it is ample and serene. Take to your comrades, that makes friendship time to live, for that is what time is for. If worthy and love real and deep; all that trains you do not live in your hours, you might as you to do work that shall be sound and true; well not have any.

They are waste indeed. By ADAIR ALDON

SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS In the small town of Ely, in the Rocky Mountains, Beatrice Deems, her sister Nancy, and their Aunt Anna settle down for the summer, ostensibly for their aunt's health, although the girls begin to surmise that there may be other reasons for their coming. They find the town full of foreign laborers, employed by the company that is constructing an irrigation system for this valley. On the mountainside above is a tract of land and a cabin which belong to Beatrice, given to her by her father. A Finnish-Russian agitator, Thorvik, is the leader of the workingmen, who begin rioting when the irrigation work is closed down for lack of funds. Christina Jensen, Thorvik's sister, is friendly to the girls, and warns them of the danger in the lawless town. They go with their aunt to the cabin where, as they settle down, they find that their nearest neighbors are a girl named Hester and her father by adoption, John Herrick, who seems unpleasantly surprised at learning, who Beatrice is. Beatrice writes a letter for Christina to her son Olaf, who has slipped away and gone to sea. Thorvik discovers what she has done for his sister and, in an ugly mood, forbids further intercourse between them.

CHAPTER V

the white scrubbed floor, the little cabin was

as gay and homelike a place as heart could A MYSTERY AND A DETECTIVE

desire. It was a week later, and Beatrice, with a Christina, in spite of Thorvik's intershining landscape of bluemountains and green diction, still came every day. This morning forest showing beyond her through the open she arrived earlier than usual, with their door, was standing on the threshold in her marketing in a big basket, and the mail, for riding clothes.

it was not wise, even yet, for the girls to go "I've finished my share of the housework often to the village. She took some letters and I'm off for a ride,” she said to Nancy. in to their Aunt Anna and remained for some

Her sister smiled broadly over her dusting. time, since Miss Deems appeared to be ask

“I would never have thought,” she de- ing her questions. clared, “that you could curry a horse and "No," the girls overheard her say, “there split the kindling before breakfast and that I is no one of your name hereabouts. But could scrub floors and wash dishes every day Olaf and I have only lived in this valley ten and that we both of us would like it. There years, so it might have been before.must be something strange in this mountain Beatrice looked up, startled. What had air."

her aunt been asking and why should there They had begun to feel as settled as though be any one of their name living in this they had been at their housekeeping in the far-off place? She remembered her former cabin for months. The cottage itself was a wonder concerning that brother of whom different place, an entrancingly pleasant and they never heard anything at home. But comfortable Hester Herrick, with Christina came out, closed the door, and went whom they were now great friends, was al- away down the path. The bright morning ways bringing them things-big black and- was calling and Beatrice forgot her curiosirons for the great fireplace, a collection of ity in looking forward to her ride. soft pine-pillows and the thick bearskin rug Don't you want to go, Nancy?" she said that lay before the hearth.

as she went through the kitchen. “Roddy said you were to have it. He "No," returned Nancy, briskly, “I don't shot the bear himself last winter,” she said, care for riding as you do, and this morning I when the girls protested that this last gift would not go for anything. I am going to try was too valuable.

making bread.” The exploration of strange Sam also had brought a bashfully pre- forests and dizzy mountain-sides was nothing sented offering—the pelt of a mountain-lion, to Nancy compared with the excitement of which now served as Aunt Anna's bedside cooking something new. rug. Nancy had put up white blue-bordered Beatrice's ride was doomed to delay, howcurtains at the little square windows, and ever, for as she was leading her pony around had set on the wide sills pots of red berries, the corner of the house, she came upon a visiboxes of ferns, and bowls of bright-faced tor, a total stranger, standing on the doorpansies. With the fresh wind fluttering the step. He was apparently annoyed at findcurtains and the sunshine lying in patches on ing no door-bell and having his knock go

one.

unheard. He shuffled his feet, coughed, and has sent me here, or, rather, I volunteered to rapped smartly on the door again and again, come, to investigate this unfortunate affair as though he were a person of such impor- going on in Broken Bow Valley." tance that he must not be kept waiting. Bea- “Oh, you mean the strike?” Beatrice asked, trice realized suddenly how used she had rather bewildered and not knowing why the

overdressed Mr. Mills should have sought out their remote cabin.

He made a movement as though to go in; but since Beatrice seemed not at all inclined to open the door, he sat down on the step with easy assurance, laid his hat on the stone, and took out a notebook.

“The affair is more like a lockout than a strike, but not exactly that, either," he continued, with that irresistible fluency of speech adopted by people who talk a great deal to unwilling listeners. "As I understand it, the situation is this: the Broken Bow Irrigation Company undertakes to construct the necessary dams, ditches, and sluice-gates to water this dry valley, a big project in which a certain John Herrick, resident of these parts, has large interests."

I did not know about John Herrick's share in it,” Beatrice said. She was beginning, already, to catch the Western habit of dropping the title Mr. except in direct ad

dress. Since she was “'NO, THERE'S NO ONE OF YOUR NAME HEREABOUTS'"

unwilling that the become to Ely's conventional costume of stranger should come in, for fear he would flannel shirt and high boots, since this dapper disturb and annoy Aunt Anna, and since he new-comer, with his pointed shoes and tight, made no move to go away, she finally sat high-waisted coat, looked not only uncom- down upon the step. fortable, but absurd.

"The money for this affair,” Mills went on, “Good morning, Miss Deems, beautiful "was raised in part, as is usual, by owners of day, is it not?” began the stranger, easily. the land which is to be irrigated, but the “Mills is my name, Dabney Mills of the greater amount was to be subscribed by Brownsville Evening Star.' My paper capitalists outside the valley, John Herrick pledging himself to see that the necessary It will take a smarter man than he is to get sum was forthcoming. So far, so good.” He anywhere. I'm on my way up to interview tapped the note-book with a stubby forefin- John Herrick-he's the big man of the comger and went on with significant emphasis. pany and he ought to be able to give me “Now, it is known that just before this out- something. But in case he won't talk, I break the finances of the company were in thought I would stop and learn what I good condition, and that there was no talk could from his neighbors, I understand you of funds giving out before the work was com- know Miss Herrick well. Now anything pleted. Yet when the men held a meeting you can tell me will be useful. What do to debate whether they should go on strike you know of John Herrick or his habits or for increased wages,-they had already had his business?" one increase, but Thorvik insisted it was not He waited, with pencil poised. enough,—they were served with a notice "We don't know anything, and we would that the capital was exhausted and that con- n't tell you if we did!” cried Nancy, indigstruction was shut down. That is what all nantly. the trouble is about."

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"It is n't hard, usually, to find out about He looked at Beatrice very wisely, but people from their neighbors," Dabney Mills she said nothing. She was aware of Nancy declared, quite unabashed. “You are staystanding in the door and looking at Dabney. ing with your aunt, I understand. Perhaps Mills's back in round-eyed astonishment. if I went in and spoke to her—" She finally called her out, stiffly introduced "You will do nothing of the sort!" Beathe new-comer, and motioned Nancy to sit trice had found the voice of which astonbeside her.

ishment and anger had robbed her. “My "Yes, sir, the money was gone!” The aunt is not to be disturbed, and there is not polished manner of Mills's narrative dropped the least use in asking us any more quessuddenly into the colloquial, as though the tions." effort had been too much for him. “The “Oh well, of course if you are going to take men mobbed the office building, demanding it like that,” Dabney Mills rose and pockto know what had happened, and the officers eted his note-book. He seemed quite unofof the unions were allowed to examine the fended and not convinced, even yet, that his books and even to look into the safe; but it quest was fruitless. “I'll drop in again in a was plain to them all that the company could day or two." n't turn up a red cent. Been stolen, so peo- Beatrice walked with great dignity into ple begin to say, but no one knows who the house, followed by Nancy, who could did it. Now the men are lounging around not help turning to look after the reporter town, idle, quarreling, and looking for trouble. as he trudged away through the pines, the Not a wheel can turn until the money is cock of his hat and the swagger of his found.”

shoulders showing that he did not even yet Nancy looked at him with inquisitive acknowledge defeat. interest.

“I do hope Aunt Anna was n't bothered," “And did you come to Ely to find it?" said Beatrice, as she tiptoed into the inner she asked.

room, to discover her aunt propped up in "Well—why, if you put it that way, I the invalid chair and rocked by a gale of guess I did," he answered, reddening a little, laughter. but seeming flattered, on the whole, by the "You did very well, my dears," Aunt bluntness of her question. "I told the ed- Anna said. "Even his back is bristling with itor of my paper that it would make a big indignation as he marches away. I could not story if any one could find out just who made help overhearing, with the door open, and way with that money. He did n't think a you were both well equal to the situation. cub reporter could do much, but I offered to What a strange, impertinent man, or boy, come up here on my own responsibility and rather, for he is scarcely grown up! I wonget to the bottom of the whole affair. It der that any reputable newspaper employs will be a smashing big hit for me if I make him!” good.”

“He said he was doing this on his own reHe opened his note-book and fluttered sponsibility and was going to sell the news to over the leaves.

a paper later,” explained Beatrice. “He “Of course, the sheriff is working on the thinks he is going to make some startling job; but these country officials are no sleuths. discovery."

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"I believe," asserted Nancy, wagging her iron grip on his bit. Thorvik moved up head sagely, “that when he was young and the path and put himself between Beatrice his character was forming, his mother let him and the house. Terror; as well as anger, read too many detective stories and they was beginning to take possession of her, but did n't agree with him. He thinks he is she faced him without flinching. Sherlock Holmes and Craig Kennedy and all "You wrote it-after I forbid?" His the others rolled into one. That is what is voice shook with fury. “Then this is what I the matter with him.”

do with the answer. He slipped the rein "You take a charitable view, Nancy,' over his arm and with his two great hard returned her aunt, "and I rather think hands tore the letter into shreds that went your diagnosis is right. But insistent, fool- whirling and scattering in the wind all across ish people of his kind can often do a great the side of the hill. deal of harm without intending it."

"Had Christina read it?” cried Beatrice, in Beatrice returned, finally, to the impatient dismay. Buck and rode down the path toward the “No, Christina can not read, nor I. She is gate. It was her intention to explore some crying at home. I told her I would bring of the upper trails of the mountain-side to- the letter to you and tear it up before your day, for she had no desire to ride in the face, to show you how much use is it to direction of the village. Once only had she meddle with the business of other people.” been forced to go to town, and she had felt "And she will never know what he said?" very uneasy under the sullen, unfriendly Beatrice exclaimed. “You took it from her stare of the idle foreigners lounging about before she could hear? You coward-you-" the doorways or sitting in rows at the edge of "Steady, my dear." the board sidewalks.

A man's quiet voice sounded at her elbow, She was to be delayed once more, however, and she turned suddenly to see John Herrick. by another visitor, one even more unwel- "Anger won't get you anywhere with come than the first. She had dismounted to people of this fellow's kind,” he said gently. give a final jerk to the cinch of the girth and "If you wish to order a man off your grounds, was about to swing into the saddle again to you must do it quietly." ride through the gate when she saw Thorvik And then, fortified by the knowledge that come striding across the lowered bars. His John Herrick was beside her, Beatrice had face was red with the heat of his steep climb, the strange delight of directing an insolent and the veins stood out on his forehead below intruder to drop her horse's rein and leave his bristling tow-colored hair. Such a face her premises, and of seeing him obey. For she had never seen before, distorted with Thorvik went. He blustered, stammered, anger and flushed with hate. He pulled a then finally relinquished Buck's bridle and letter from his pocket as he came near and marched away to the gate. He stopped held it up. Thinking that it was for her, before he passed through to hurl a defiance she stretched out her hand to take it, but he over his shoulder, but he hastened on immesnatched it back beyond her reach.

diately after. “You are to look, not to have it,” he said I-I am glad you came," observed Beain a voice thick with rage.

trice, a little shakily. The incident had She saw that it was addressed in a plain, been an unpleasant one, nor could she guess school-boy hand to "Mrs. Christina Jensen, what the result would have been had not Ely, Montana."

help appeared from this unexpected quarter. "Why," she cried, “it must be from

“I am glad, also,” John Herrick returned "From that Olaf,” snarled Thorvik. “And gravely. "A strange creature, who called himwhy should he be writing, if not because he self a reporter, stopped me at my door as I has had an answer to his letter of long ago. was starting for the village. He asked me a I told her there should be no answer. Who great many impudent questions, but he hapwrote for her?

pened to mention that he had seen Thorvik "I did," returned Beatrice, steadily, al- going in through your gate. At that, I rode though her hot temper was beginning to rise off at once, leaving him with his mouth and within her.

his note-book both still open. Here comes She made a move to remount her horse, our journalistic friend now. He seems to but the man stepped forward and seized the find this morning sun a trifle uncomfortable." bridle. Buck, nervous and startled, wheeled Very hot and wilted did Dabney Mills and reared, but could not jerk free from the look as he came trudging down the path, his

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