Judge — December 6, 1919 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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wien by CALVERT SMITH Ir Santa Sttoutp Join THE Hu! A. M.A! but I Five orry, 3T-Hour WorkING CLass fill t any more stockings this year!” Christmas At Lost Lodge A Tale of the C By Axrite r HIE wind, screaming like a Comanche with acute indigestion, whirled and boomed down through darksome forest, and all but buried in drifts of rt of white a tiny birch-bark cabin situated in a de snow. Large, ferocious animals presumably prowled the woods in quest of human spoor. A distant coyote ed to the hidden moon. A rabbit sneezed. In the ¢ silence of forgotten rests there was only the ineffs places. This was Manitoba, Put the dubious entertainment outdoors was zero in he young life of the nutbrown, healthy, handsome man at his ease within the hunter’s lodge. The lone occupant reclined in a barrel rocker near the incandescent fireplace. He was Hubert Hardley, coming, though yet a considerable distance away, nove ist mag ¢ litterateur. His voluntary exile tot heart of Nowhere ostensibly was to write the novel which was to knock ee) the American eye out. But- His RS, workplace showed unmarked paper, * pencils, a typewriter in its hangar How was one to write, for heaven's as sake, with a one-track mind? The sin- gle obsession was. ...She. she preferred opulent boobs... .well, let her b He had no money, she knew that. But, by the gods, he had lov He had the soul of a poct if he did not have a financier’s head. The wind moaned and moaned. time boughs burdened with wet snow cracked with p] ‘a Hardley restlessly spread his feet in 5 semicircle, scowled and shut his eyes. If From time to 1”? anadian Northwest he protest of a rifle sl Hardley stirred and filled his tiar from a firkin of tobacco which sat within reach. He lighted it with a live coal which he picked up with tough, calloused fingers. hi id addressed the mute ca “The idic he spoke aloud with their stolen witticism and their monkey manners! Oh, t The walls maintained silence “O well!” He flung Orv a laden limb « yruce TF gave the wooden door a tremendous thump Hardley almost leaped from his chair, the womanly akness of civilization still upon him. His pipe dropped from his gi mouth. Frightened? Of course hundred and fifty miles from human habitation, in this forsaken hole, city bred, his only w pon a safety razor—who wouldn't be ? His eyes furtively sought the unshaded window, as if he expected a big, ye low face or something to peer in him. The nd was repeated: the door shook madly. For something to do. Hardley commenced rocking his chair. yf ‘aster and faster he moved, his glance alter- nating between the entrance and the nearby window. Backward, forward, backward, for- ward; swallowing hard, his mouth dry. Some- one seemed pounding for entrance. He dared not—could not—rise and go to the door. He would y there and wait. Perhaps they would go away. Th scented cig as! The rh ached down and \nd again. side, pin i Q 0 ae od Sal ee comichooks.