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Now Margaret felt creeping over? her the first fear again. But she held herself still; she would not let herselfl struggle; but she could sot he still‘» without something to think about. She remembered first. a story aboutl some (English officers who tunneled; their way out of :1 German prison: working by night. Of course they: were men, and she was a girl; they had a week to do their digging, and her chance at best could last only a; few hours. She had nothing withl which to dig. But she was thinking. She knew the interior of the old] gold hole. In one place a tunnel,‘. barely large enough to admit a man's[ body and now partly filled with earth,l bent at a sharp incline toward the interior of the earth. Near the open-. ing of the tunnel she had once seenl the remains of an old shovel. It was‘ rusted, and the wooden part of the handle had decayed, but .it was stillI a diggng tool. She began to hunt1 for it. 1 It was a great comfort to be doing something; the wild feeling went away as she crawled on her knees round the hole and groped with her hands. Suddenly they went 011' into space, and she knew that she had reached the tunnel. Groping round it, her hand at last closed on the shovel. She sat down to think. It was real-E 1y not very bad» now- she almost forw got that she was under the mountain.‘ Probably no great amount of debris had rested on the slope, in front oil the hole; were it not for the boulder‘ that closed the entrance; it: would be. lacst to tunnel in that direction. But' she decided to begin several feet froml the fallen rock, at the side. "HSoffiiiermeasu'rements taken at the old gold hole remained in her mind. TEbR"E'5""f3"0E CANADA ARE SOURCE OF RICH REVENUE Canada’s 225 million acres of met-l chantable timber is the second largest asset of her mtural resources wealth. The bulk of this timber is within easy reach of the tldewater. Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and British Columbia. can almost dump their logs in the oceans, while Quebec and Ontario have the St. Lawrence River for a path to the sea. 1 In 1908 the greater part of Canadian lumber exports went out in the rawl Lends Fragraame to the simplesst meal Send us a post card i and if you use Black, ,ufactu W TEA is pure, whoieseme and delicinus. expor W0 mg William little [ate :l for a free samplcg stating the price you now pay Lk, Green or Mixed T ea. Address Salada, Toronto. By MARIANNE GAUS rt of Canadian ut In the raw one-third was 5 within easy Nova Scotla, is}: Columbia. ' logs in the and Ontario River for a tur LIE Once, when Margaret was in high school, the county school commission- ;er had sent in some questions to test the cleverness of the pupils. Her re- port had been so bad that she had cried all night; yet in the morning Ishe had gone to work again at her imathematics. None of her people had ever attended college; he: aunts were washerwomen or factory hands at‘ forty or fifty years old. No one ex- lcept her mother thought Margaret would ever go to college. It was? jworse because she had somehow to: !get a school to teach and earn the money. Still she kept at her task. So now she worked with her shovel.': She Wishedfor a Light. But if she lhad had a miner's lamp, Margaret rthought, it would hardly have been right to use it. There was a consider- able air space, and she was not yet; feeling oppressed for lack of oxygen; but she knew how much a lamp con- } sumes. u. made how far 1 should he She sel It \VO At that rate, she should need a week to work. This thought came to her with a shock, and she felt sick. But she did not think long about it, because digging was much pleasanter than idleness. hard; press Ikt When she had made a very little tunnel into the side of the hill she sat down to rest and thrust her hands into her pockets. One of them touch- ed a small, round thing. It was a pocket fllgshlight. “She had any her brother’s milking coat, and he always kept his flash- light in the pocket. She oughg to have “'OC meas Amer wood ing July Slst 839,881. Acc1 Canada‘s an; is 901,000,000 square miles spruce and b‘ em provinces u. Ar 1t 21' increasing demand for pulp- and paper ls responsible in large us for this rapid development. ican imports of Canadian pulp- (all kinds) for four months, (and- uly Slst. 1920, amounted to $20,- :1. According to latest statistics ia's available supply of pulpwood ..000.000 cords and covers 350,000 tunnel go ted her p}: problem in the light? )rding to 1 Llable supp cords and Over a 11mm star} T1 head lifted met her ex She did most glad mat! i] and be ird the e the c 11 f this DBWS one in sudden trouble, that she o to have known that her effort quite useless from the first. She out 8f hei- tunnel and crouched or knees. with her face in her'hands. now as a place of the past should be. It was Apache country, and near her in the ground perhaps some warrior or Indian pringess was lying, who had been there since centuries before the white manâ€"when the woods over- head were full of deer. After thinking awhile, Margaret crawled back into her tunnel and struck the hard barrier. What had seemed to be rock gave way to her shovel. It was hardened earth and inclosed the underground galleries of some little wild thing. Her light showed a handful of last year’s acorns and some dried fras: for a bed. She could hear, scampering up a hallway, the tiny pa_ws of_he_r felloy digger. through he light from It V6. now at Eagerly she pushed on. The whole place here had been h-oneycombed by patient little toilets. Her tunnel grew rapidly now. She ceased to follow the angle of her planning, but took the way 9f the li_ttle beasts. Suddenly, though her flashlight/was turned off, she perceived in her tunâ€" nel a faint light. Miners had tunnel- ed from the north years before in an effort to reach quartz that contained gold. She had broken into this avenue, because the little wild diggers had selected it for their starting place. The way was any now, though the old tunnel was partly choked with de- bris, washed down by the rains, and before long she pulled herself from the mouth of it and, taking a deep breath, stood upright on the moun- tain. Stars were out, and a round moon rode over 01d Patience; it was moon- light. She heard the wild noise of water below her, and now from some black canon near the summit of the paper mills on the Hacmc coast. Ap- proximately, 85% of all capital invest- ed in the paper pulp industry in Cana- da is American. An English syndi- cate is building a $250,000 furniture factory in British Columbia. Box fac- tories flourish 8.11 over the province. The small fruits, vegetable, honey and poultry ranches of the southern part She came to loose ground soon, and r a time her‘ tunnel grew fast, as she might escape. But her tool soon ruck something that rang with the etalic noise of rock in a shutâ€"up ace. First, a shock of fear ran lst begin agair ain would soon British Columbla's woods are at- acting much foreign capital. Ameri- n money is going into new pulp and .per mills on the Pacific Coast. Ap- oximately, 85% of all capital invest- .nV 1uic as as lee S ame to ime he n her pc the cala all that hard 11 an need can mit fre< estment (TIM he took nd no ike the umb ark ni 1T TC Jdg'y ark earth lS 1m from ound ho-ul( near fias 12' was she 1r her III mountain cm catamount. “Why, no,” Margaret answered. “I dug for a while, and then I found the lightâ€"quite suddenly. Or at least so it seemed to me.” On her way home she met the searching party that had come with dogs and guns to find her. .. “You dug your way outflyou!” ex- claimed the men incredulously. One day a very dever girl looked wi‘stfully at her and said, “0, Mar- garet, I wish I could go to collegeâ€" but I haven’t the faith to try. I sup- pose if you have faith you can move mountains." A light broke on Margaret's face; it had grown to be a thoughtful face, and it was almost beautiful. Still, her speech was slow. She thought a long;_w;hile; they] she smiled a_nd said: ‘7Well, éve don’t always have to move the mountain in an instant. All we need is to feel that it shan’t be impossible for us to move it.” (The End.) There is a story told concerning a careful mother whose three children horrified her one day by producing for her inspeciion three exceedingly bili- ousâ€"Iooking toffee apples. them. I’ve heard dying from eating plers‘." “They are very pretty, my dears,” she said, “but really you mustn’t eat Then she too-k the sweetmeats away and put them out or reachâ€"as she thoughtâ€"on a shelf in her dressing mom; She was sure that that would end the matter; but early the next morn- ing she heard a sound on the landing and, going to see who was as-tir so early, found Elsie trotting along the passage. “Whea'e are you going, dear?” she asked. “It’s not six o'clock yet.” “Going to see if Dick and Arthur are dead yet," replied the eight-year»old miss. “I’m not.” Particulrals : Meteorological waterspou-t tha szeu'ved south c day when the the sea s-m-m the sea smooth. The waterS] formed between a. russet-gray c? and the sea nearly five miles from ship. At first the distance bet“ the base of the cloud and the sun of the sea. was 4,600 Ieet, and width of the column tapered from feet at its juncture with the clan: 150 feet at the sea. 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