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W. N. U, CHARLOTTE, N0.47-1920,
THE VALLEY GIANTS
By PETER B. KYNE
Author of Ricks"
. ">-'fji. Owrtgbt kr Mvl Sfrae
CHAPTER XVlll—Continued.
—l9
"I suppose so," she answered, "al
though I think until very recently
that It was those sixteen townships
of red cedar—that crown grant In
British Columbia In which you Induced'
me to invest four hundred thousand
dollars, Tou will remember that you
purchased that timber for me from the
Caribou Timber Limited.
Tou said It was an unparallAed Invest
ment Quite recently I learned —no
matter how—that you were the princi
pal owner of the Carlboti Timber com
pany, Limited I as you are,
somebody swindled you with that red
cedar. It was a wonderful stand of
timber—so- read the cruiser's report—
but fifty per cent of it despite its
green and flourishing appearance, is
hollow-butted l And the remaining
fifty per cent of sound timber cannot
be logged unless the roltten timber is
legged also and gotten out of the way.
And I am lnforsoed that logging It
spells bankruptcy."
She gazed at him steadily, but with
out malice; his face crimsoned and
then paled; presently bis glance
sought thfe carpet x While he struggled
te formulate a verbal defense Against
her accusation Shirley continued:
"Ton had erected a huge sawmill
and built and equipped a logging road
befojre you discovered you had been
swindled. So, in order to save as
modi as possible from the wreck, you
decided to unload your white elephant
on somebody else. I was the readiest
victim. Tou were the executor of my
tether's estate —you were my guardian
and financial adviser, and so you found
it very, very easy to swindle me I"
"I had my back to the wall," he
fuaverad. "I was desperate—and it
wasn't at all the bad Investment you
have been told it Is. Tou had the money
—more money than you knew -what to
do with —and with the proceeds of the
sale of those cedar, lands, I knew I
could make an Investment in California
redwood and more than retrieve my
fortunes —make big money for both
of us."
"You might have borrowed the money
from me. Tou know I have never hes
itated to join In your enterprises."
"This was too big • deal for you,
Bhirley. I had vision. I could see ln
ealculable riches in this redwood em
pire, but it was a tremendous gamble
and required twenty millions to swing
It nt the very start. I dreamed of the
control of California redwood; and if
you will stand by me, Shirley, I shall yet
make my dream come true—and half
of It shall be yours. It has always
been my Intention to buy hack frdm
you secretly at a nice profit to you
that Caribou red cedar, and with the
aequlsltlbn of the Cardigan properties
I would have been In position to do
so. Why, that Cardigan tract In the
San Hedrin which we will buy in With
in a year for half a million. Is worth
live millions at least And by that
time, I feel certain —in fact I know—
the Northern Pacific will commence
building In from the south, from Wil
ms." •
"I shall—" he began, but he paused
abruptly, ,as If he bad suddenly re
membered that tact and not pugnaelty
was the requirement for the handling
of this ticklish situation.
She silenced him with a disdainful
gesture. "Tou shall not smash the
Oardlgans," she declared firmly. "You
are devoid of mercy, of a sense of
sports ma iYbt)lp. Now, then, Uncle
Seth, listen to me: Tou have
twenty-four hours In which to make
up your mind whether to accept my
ultimatum or refuse It If you re
fuse, I shall prosecute you for fraud
sad a betrayal of tj-ust as my father's
executor' on that r«d cedar timber
deal."
He brightened a trifle. "I'm afraid
that would be a long, bard row to hoe,
my dear, and of course, I shall have to
defend myself."
"In addition," the girl went on qui
etly, "the county grand Jury shall be
furnished with a stenographic report
of your conversation of Thursday
night with Mayor Poundstone. That
will not be a long, hard row to hoe,
Unde Seth, for In addition to the
stenographer, I have another reliable
witness, Judge Moore. Tour casual
disposal of my sedan as a bribe to the
mayor will be bard to explain and
rather amusing. In view of the fsct
that Bryce Cardigan managed to fright
en Mr. Poundstone into returning the
sedan while you. were away. And
If that is not sufficient for my purpose,
•I have the sworn confession of the
Black Minorca that you gave him five
hundred dollars to kill Bryce Cardigan.
Tour woods boss. Rondeau, win alas
swear that you approached him with a
proposition to do sway with Brvce
Cardigan. I think, therefore, that yon
will readily see how Impossible s sit
uation you have managed to create
and will net disagree with me when I
suggest that It would he better for yea
to leave this county."
BJs face had goae gray sad hag
gard. 1 can't" he mnnnured. "I
cant leave this great hsslness now.
Yqer own * interests In the company
render such a course Uathinkable.
Without my h*ed at the lete.'UUacs
"I'll risk that. I want to get rid of
that worthless red cedar Umber; so I
think yon had better bay it back from
me at the same figures at which 70a
sold It to me."
"But I haven't the money and I
can't borrow it I—I—"
"I will have the equivalent In stock
of the Laguna Orande Lumber com
pany. You will call on Judge Moore
to complete the transaction and leave
with him your resignation as president
of the Laguna Grande Lumber com
pany."
The Colonel raised his glance and
bent it upon her In cold appraisal.
She met It with firmness, aod the
thought came to him: H Sbe is a Pen
nington I" And hope died out In his
heart He began pleading In maudlin
fashion for mercy, for compromise.
But the girl was obdurate. j
"I am showing you more mercy than
you deserve—you, to whom mercy was
ever a sign of weakness, of vacillation.
There is a gulf between us. Uncle
Setb—a gulf which for a long time
I have dimly sensed and which, be
cause- of my recent discoveries, has
widened until if canTno longer be
bridged."
He wrung his hands in desperation
and slid to his knees before her; with
hypocritical endearments he strove to
take her hand, but she drew away from
him. ' "Don't touA me," she cried
sharply and jWtb a breaking note In
her voice. "Ton planned t® kill Bryce
Cardigan! And for that—and that
alone —I shall never forgive you."
She fled from the office, leaving him
cringing and grovelling on the floor.
"There will be no directors' meeting,
Mr. Sexton," she informed the mana
ger as she passed through the general
office. "It Is postponed."
That trying Interview had wrenched
Shirley's soul to a* degree that left her
faint and weak. She at once set out
on a long drive, in the hope that be
fore she turned homeward afealn she
might regain something of her cus
tomary composure.
Presently the aspbaltum-paved
"street gave way to a dirt road and
terminated abruptly at the boundaries
of a field that sloped gently upward
—a field studded with huge blaek red
wood stumps showing dismally
through coronets of young redwoods
that grew riotously around the base
of the departed parent trees. From
the fringe of the thicket thus formed,
the terminus of an old skid-road
showed and a signboard, freshly paint
ed, pointed the way to the Valley of
the Giants.
Shirley had not Intended to' come
here, but now that she had, arrived,
it occurred to her that it was here
she wanted to come. Parking her car
by the side of the road, she alighted
and proceeded up the old skid, now
newly planked and with the encroach
ing forestratlon cut away so that the
daylight might enter from above. On
over the gentle divide she went and
down toward the amphitheater where
the primeval giants grew. And as
she approached it. the sound that is
silence In -the redwoods—the thunder
ous diapason of the centuries—wove
its spell upon her; quickly, lmmfcept-,
ibly there faded from her mind the
"Who la Itr
memory of that grovelling Thing e
had left behind In the mlll-ofllce. Ad
in its place there came a subtle peace,
a feeling of awe. of wonder—such a
feeling, indeed, as must come to one
In the realization that man Is dlstsnt
but God Is near.
A cluster of wild orchids pendent
from the great fungus-covered roots
of a giant challenged her attention.
Bhe gathered them. Farther on. In
a spot where a shaft of sonllght fell,
she plucked an armful of golden Cal
lfronla popples and flaming rhododen
dron, and with ber delicate burden
die came at length to the giant-guard
ed cieaiing where the halo of sunlight
fell upon the grave of Bryce Cardi
gan's mother. There were red rones
en it—a ceuple of dozen, at least, and
THE ALAMANCE CHJEANBR, CUtAHAM, N: 0.
these she rearranped in order to make
room for her own offering.
"Poor dearl" she murmured aud
ibly. "God didn't spare you for mueh
happiness, did be?"
A voice, deep, resonant, klndlv,
spoke a few feet away. "Who is ltT"
Shirley, startled, turned swiftly.
Seated across the little amphitheater
In a lumberjack's easy-chair fashioned
from an old barrel, John Cardigan sat,
his sightless gaze bent upon her. "Who
is Itr he repeated.
"Shirley Sumner," she answered.
"Ton do not know me, Mr. Cardigan."
"No," replied he, "I do not That
is a name I have heard, however. Tou
are Seth Pennington's niece. Is some
one with yon?"
"I am quite alone, Mr. Cardigan."
"And why did you come here alone?"
he queried.
"I —I wanted to think."
"Ton mean you watfted to think
clearly, my dear. Ah, yes, this Is the
place for thoughts." He was silent
a moment. _Then: "Tou were think
ing aloud, Miss Shirley Sumner. I
heard you. Tou said: 'Poor dear"
God didn't spare you for much hap
piness, did he? Then yon knew —
about her being here."
"Yes, sir. Some ten yea Mi ago,
when I was a very little girl, X met
your son Bryce. Be gave me a ride
on hfs Indian pony, and we came here.
So I remember."
"Well, I declare! Ten years ago,
eh? You've met, eh? Tou've met
Bryce since his return to Sequoia, I
believe. He's quite a fellow now"
"He Is Indeed."
John Cardigan nodded sagely. "So
that's why you thought aloud," he re
marked Impersonally. "Bryce told you
about her. Tou are right. Miss Shir
ley Sumner. Ood didn't give her
much time for happiness—just three
years; but oh, such wonderful years!
Such wonderful years!
"It was mighty fine of you to bring
flowers," he announced presently. "I
appreciate that I wish I could see
you. Tou must be s dear, nice, thought
ful girl. Won't yon alt down and talk
to me?"
"I should be glad to," she answered,
and seated herself on the brown car
pet of redwood twigs close to his
chair.
"So you came np here to do a lit
tle clear thinking," be continued In
his deliberate, amiable tones. "Do
you-come here often?"
"This is the third time In ten years,"
she answered. "I feel that I have
no business to intrude here. This Is
your shrine, and strangers should not
profane It."
"I think I should have resented the
presence of any other person, Miss
Sumner. I resented you—until you
spoke."
"I'm glad you said that, Mr. Cardi
gan. It sets me at ease."
"I hadn't been up here for nearly
two years until recently. Tou see I
—I don't own the Valley of the Olants
any more."
"Indeed. To whom have you sold
Itr
"I do not know, Miss Sumner. I had
to sell; there was no other way out
of the Jam Bryce and I were in; so
I sacrificed my sentiment for my boy.
However, the new owner has been
wonderfully kind and thoughtful. She
reorganized that old skid-road so even
an old blind duffer like me can find
his way In and out without getting
lost —and she had this easy-chair made
for me. I have told Judge Moore, who
represents the unknown owner, to ex
tend my thanks to his client But
words are so empty, Bhlrley Sumner.
If that new owner could only under
stand how grateful I am—how pro
foundly her courtesy touches me *
"ner courtesy r* Shirley echoed.
"Did a woman buy the Glsnts?"
He smiled down st her. "Why,
certslnly. Who but s woman—and a
dear, kind, thoughtful woman—would
have thought to have this chair made
and brought up here for me?"
Fell a long silence between them;
then John Cardigan's trembling band
went groping out toward the girl's.
"Why, how stupid of me not to have
guessed It Immedistely I" he said.
"Tou are the new owner. My dear
child. If the silent prayers of a very
unhappy old man will bring God's
blessing on you—ihere, there, girl! I
didn't Intend to make you weep. What
a tender heart It Is, to be sure!"
She took his great toil-worn hand,
and her hot, tears fell on It, for bis
gentleness, his benlgnsncy, bad touch
ed her deeply. "Oh, you must not tell
anybody! Tou musn't," she cried.
He put his hand on her Shoulder as
she knelt before him. "Good land of
love, girl, what made you*do ft? Why
should a girl like you give a hundred
thousand for my Valley of the Giants?
Were you**— hesitatingly—"your un
cle's agent?"
"No. I bought It myself—with my
own money. My unde doesn't know I
am the new owner. Yon see, he want
ed It —for nothing."
"Ah, yes. I suspected as much s
long time ago. Tour uncle Is the
modern type of business man. Not'
very much of an idealist rro afraid.
But tell roe why yen decided to thwart
, the plans of your relative^"
"I knew It hurt you terribly to sell
your Giants; they were deer to yon
for sentimental reasons. I understood,
also, why you were forced to sell; no
I—well, I decided the Giants would be
safer In my possession than In my
uncle's. In all probability he would
have logged this valley for the sake
HT the clear seventy-two-inch boards
he could get from these trees."
"That does not explain satisfactor
ily, to me, why you took sides with a
stranger against your own kin," John
Cardigan persisted. "There must be
a deeper and more potent reason,
Miss Shirley Sumner."
"Well," Shirley made answer, glad
he could not see the flush of confusion
and embarrassment that * crimsoned
her cheek, "when I came to Sequoia
last May, your son and I met, quite
accidentally. The stage to Sequoia
bad already gone, and he was gracious
enough to Invite me to make the jour
ney ty his car. Then we recalled hav
ing met as children, presently I
gathered from his conversation that he
and his John-partner, as he called you.
were very dear to each other. I was
witness to your meeting that night—
I saw him take you In his big arms
aid hold you tight because you'd—
gone blind while he was away having
a good time. And yon hadnt told
hlml I thought that was brave of
yon; and later, when Bryce and Molra
McTavlsh told m 4 about you—how
kind you were, how you fWt your
responsibility toward your employees
and the community—well, I Just
couldn't help a leaning tdcvard John
partner and John-partner's boy, be
cause the boy was so fine and true to
his father's Ideals."
"Ah, he's a man. He Is Indeed," old
John Cardigan murmured proudly. "I
dare say you'll never get to know blm
intimately, but if you should "
"I know him intimately," she cor
rected him. "He saved my life the
day the log-train ran away. And that
was another reason. I owed him a
debt, and so did my uncle; but Uncle
wouldn't pay Us share, and I had to
pay for him."
"Wonderful," murmured John Cardi
gan, "wonderful I But still you haven't
told me why you paid a hundred
thousand dollars for the Giants when
yon could have bought them for fifty
You bad a woman's reason,
I dare say, and women always reason
from the heart, never the head. How
ever, If you do not care to tell me, I
shall not insist. Perhaps I have ap
peared unduly inquisitive."
"I would rather not teH you," she
answered. '
A gentle, prescient smile fringed his
old mouth; he wagged his leonine head
as If to say; "Why should I ask,
when I know?" Fell again a restful
silence. Then:
"Am I allowed one guess, Miss
tehlrley Sumner?"
"Yes, but you would never guess the
reason."
lam a very wise old man. When
one sits In the dark, one sees much
that was hidden from him in the full
glare of the light My son Is proud,
manly, and the soul of
honor. He needed ft* hundred thousand
dollars; you knew It Probsbly your
uncle Informed you. You wanted to
loan him some money, but —you
couldn't YoU feared to offend him by
proffering It: had you proffered It he
would have declined It So you
bought my Valley of the Giants st
a preposterous price and kept your
action a secret." And he patted ber
hand gently, as If to silence any denial,
while far down the skid-road a voice—
a half-trained baritone—floated fulnt
ly to them through the forest. Some
body was singing—or rather chanting
—a singularly tuneless refrain, wild
and barbaric.
"Wliat Is thstr Shirley cried.
"That Is my son, coming to fetch
his old daddy home," replied John
Cardigan. "That thing he's howling is
An Indian war-song or paean of
triumph—something his nurse taught
him when he wore pinafores. If you'll
excuse me, Miss Shirley Sumner, I'll
leave you now. I generally contrive
to meet him on the tralL"
He bade her good-bye and started
down the trail, hi* stick tapping
against the old-logging-cabie stretched
from tree to tree beside the trail and
marking it
Shirley was tremendously relieved.
Bhe did not wish to meet Bryce Cardi
gan to-day, and she was distinctly
grateful to John Cardigan for his nice
consideration in sparing her an Inter
view. She seated herself In the lum
ber-Jack's easy-chair so lately vacate,
and chin in hand gave herself up t)
meditation on this extraordinary old
man and his extraordinary son.
A couple of hupdred ynrds down the
trail Bryce met his father. "Hello.
John Cardigan!" he called. ''What do
yon mean by skatlyhooting through
these woods wlthont a pilot? Eh?
Rxplain your reckless conduct."
"Tou great overgrown duffer," his
father retorted affectionately, "I
thought you'd never come.* 1 * He reach
ed Into his pocket for • handkerchief,
but failed to find It and searched
through another yocket and still
-T"lf*T "Br «ravy. son." he rwuifr
\ .• ... • », y•. ■
■■ ; "\, " .'>!?!'. " — rz
ed fNMMtr. "I dp benevol toft m$
•Ilk handkerchief—the one MM
gave aw, for my last birthday--up
yonder. I wouldo t lose that handker
chief for a farm. Skip along and find
It for me, son. rii wait for yon her*
Don't harry,''
Til be back In a pig's wMspelV bis
son replied, and started briskly op
the trail, while his father leaned
against a madrone tree and smiled Ma
prescient little smile.
Bryce's brisk step on the carpet of
withered brown twigs aroused Shirley
from her reverie. When she looked dp
he wss standing In the center of the
little amphitheater gaslng at her.
' "Yon—you 1* she stammered, and
rose as If to flee from him.
"The governor sent me back to look
for his handkerchief, Shirley," he ex
plained. 'He didn't tell me you were
here. Guess he didn't hear you." He
advanced smilingly toward her. Tm
tremendously glad to see you today,
Shirley," he said, and paused beside
her. "Fate has been singularly kind
to me. Indeed I've been pondering all
day as to JV bow I was to arrange a
private and confidential little chat
with you, without calling upon you at
yonr ancle's house."
"I dodT feel like chatting Way,"
•fee answered a little drearily—and
then be noted her vet lashes. In-
V /
"I Wouldn't Less That HandkersMef
for a Farm."
Sintly be was on one knee beside her;
th the smaslng confidence that had
always distinguished him In her eyes
his big left arm went aronpd her, and
when her bands went tocher face be
drew them gently away.
"I've waited too long, sweetheart,"
he murmured. "Thank God, I ran ted
yon at last all the things that have
been accumulating in my heart I love
yon, Shirley. I've loved yoa from that
first day we met at the station, and
all these months of strife snd repreo
slon have merely served to make me
love you the more. Perhapa yon have
been all the dearer to me because yea
seemed so hopelessly unattainable."
He drew her head down on his
breast; his great hand patted her feat
cheek; his honest brown eyas gaasd
earnestly, wistfully Into hers. "I lore
you," he whispered. "All that I have—
alt that I am—all that I hope foe—l
offer to yon, Shirley Snmner; and Id
the shrine of my heart I shall hold ye*
sacred while life shall last. You era
not indifferent to me, daar. I know
you're not; but tell me—answer mo—"
Her violet eyea were uplifted to Me,
and in them he read the answer to his
cry. "Ah, may IF he murmured, and
kissed her.
"Oh, my dear, impulsive, gentle Mg
sweetheart," she whispered—and then
her arms went around his neck, and
the fullness of her happiness found
vent In tears he did pet seek to have
her repress. In the safe haven sf
his arms she rested; and there, quits
without effort or distress, she managed
to convey to him something more than
an Inkling of the thoughts that were
wont to come to her whenever dkey
met.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Emaciated Bride Considered Beautiful.
Javanese marriage customs include
a period of religious Instruction for
both the bride and the groom. The
young man marts his Instruction by
paying dally visits to the priest of
the vlllnge, and learning all the com
plicated phrases which he will havu
to utter on the day of hlf wedding,
Tbe pupil Is placed la a tank of cold
water and stays there submerged up
to his chin while the priest bends over
him and reads the Koran, the perform
ance taking place la front of the
church.
Tho girl begins her preparations
for the great day by several weeMh of
semi-starvation during which time she
takes only sufficient rice and hot wa
ter to sustain life. Because of this
hunger strike enforced by custom, sbe
loses considerable weight, an emacK
ated bride being considered a thing
of beauty on tbe lalnnd of Java.—De
troit News.
' i
He Had'the Dough.
Mr. Blinks—Here's s $75 millinery
bill I've Just paid, another Instaaea
that a fool and his money soon past.
lire. Blinks—l know, dear, but
think how fortunate It la that you aw
one of those who have money.—Beo
too Transcript.
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without suffering. The doctor could OB*
help me and one day I told my husband -ft
that I could not stand the pain wag %
longer and sent him to the
to get me a bottle of Lydia E. Pink- J
ham's Vegetable Compound and thrsiT 'll
the doctor's medicine away. Attar ,«
taking three bottles of VegetsbleCoa*- |
pound and using two bottles of L*iB»EL ®
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