Let Us Clean and Press For You
WE CALL AND. DELIVER

BEN’S CLEANERS

CRANBROOK, B. C.

MOUNT BAKER HOTEL

I. CLAUSON, Proprietor

Cranbrook’s Newest Hotel. All Brick, Fire-
proof, Residential. No Bar in Connection.

TOURIST HEADQUARTERS
CRANBROOK, B.C.

WHEN VISITING CRANBROOK
Stop at

L. A. HOLMES
Green & White Tourist Court

Y4-mile east of City Limits, on the Main Highway
OPPOSITE AIRPORT

Modern Cabins, Best in the West, from $1.00 up.
Running Water, All equipped to do your own
cooking. Store in connection. Showers.

TEXACO GAS AND PRODUCTS

CRANBROOK SASH & DOOR
CO. LIMITED

Manufacturers of

LUMBER and MILLWORK

CRANBROOK AND KIMBERLEY, B. C.

Phone 69
Licensed Premises P.O. Box 71

VENEZIA HOTEL
SAM DELUCA, Proprietor
MODERN BRICK BUILDING
HOT AND COLD WATER IN EACH ROOM

Bowling Alley in Connection

Cranbrook, B.C.

Compliments of

Cranbrook Branch, No. 24,
Canadian Legion, B. E. S. L.

Secretary, ARTHUR KEMBALL

ORBE eee WONG

JOHN and WHITING, Proprietors
Reasonable Rates Modern Throughout

CLEAN AND COMFORTABLE

Fully Licensed

Cranbrook, B. C.

TWELFTH EDITION

“But Jean, living up here—what’s to
become of you?” Slim asked in a parting
effort. :

Within himself, Slim was convinced of
Jean’s Protheroe’s earnestness and that it
was over between them. He reluctantly
swung his pack on his shoulder. After all,
he was a weakling, the uncertain fellow in
a pinch, the easy-going, lazy, line-of-least-
resistance individual.

“Don’t you give yourself any uneasiness
over me, Slim,” replied Jean. “This is my
country. Everything I need, all I really
desire, is here for me. Good-bye—and—
good luck! You'll need it.”

At the door Slim turned and made to
kiss her, but she pushed him gently away,
and there were tears in her eyes.

“No! We'll dispense with that too.”

She stood watching at the door as Slim
went down the beaten trail. He turned and
waved to her. She waved back in response,
quietly, and continued to stand and watch
until he disappeared in the distance. Then
she went indoors, turned on the radio which
immediately blared out a jazzy melody. She
tuned it down, picked up a last year’s
magazine and commenced to turn over the
pages. The jazzy melody on the radio
stopped and in its place came the old song
from a Hawaiian orchestra somewhere in
the south. She listened. Right well she
knew that tune—it was her old song-and-
dance number, “Wiggle, Wiggle Hula:
Dancer.”

Her eyes brightened up. Her head began
to swing in time to the fascinating music.
She laughed in a high-pitched tone, jumped
to her feet and hurried in to the adjoining
room. She pulied her leather suitcase from
under the bed and commenced to re-pack it.

But she had not gotten far with her re-
packing when the sergeant and Constable
Greene returned, their red-headed prisoner
strapped to their sled and raving curses and
imprecations at everything and everybody,
particularly the police—insane as a hare in
springtime.

Where the trail caught up with the rail-
road, they picked up Slim as easily as they
might have picked up an apple from a fruit
stand.

A month later, the Law ran its course with
red-headed Pete Mullen

“Whatever happened to Jean Protheroe
and Slim after the trial?” asked the inquis-
itive Dan Stewart of Sergeant Dalgleish
a couple of years later, when the sergeant
dropped in on the little fur trader unex-
pectedly. “We ain’t seen hide or: hair
of either of them up here and the old
Protheroe place is still boarded up and
deserted.”

What happens to witnesses after a
trial is generally none of the Law’s business,
Dan, but, seeing you're interested I might
tell you Jean didn’t marry Slim. He is
somewhere in the United States. But you’d
better get that dreamy glint out of your eyes
for Jean is on Vancouver Island, married
to a progressive young farmer, and when I
saw her last she seemed happier than I
had ever known her in her rather chequered

Millar & Brown Transfer Co.
W. MILLAR and F. BROWN, Proprietors

COAL — WOOD — ICE

Local and Long Distance Furniture Moving

Telephones: Office 90—Residence 234
P.O. BOX 415

CRANBROOK, B.C.

young life and glad to forget her exper-
iences up here in the Far North.”

Dan raised the lid of the Carron heater
and spat into the fire.

“You always were a cold-blooded fish
about women, Sergeant, but why couldn't
you just let a beautiful thought peep out
of the windows of my soul into a harsh and
unsympathetic world. All I have up here
is my dreams.”

Dan Stewart sat down on a box, rested
his head in his hands and again the far-
away look came into his eyes, but his
dreams were now no more comforting than
his surrounding everyday realities.

McClounie’s Cash Stores
LIMITED
GENERAL MERCHANTS

GROCERIES FLOUR and FEED
DRUG SUPPLIES MEN'S FURNISHINGS
HARDWARE FRESH and CURED MEATS

FALKLAND, B.C.

Dutch Creek Hotel

Fully Licensed Premises

Good Meals at Reasonable Rates

Three Miles from Fairmont Hot Springs
Sixty Miles from Kimberley on
the Main Highway

Phone Dutch Creek Hotel
Dutch Creek, Fairmont P.O.

YMIR HOTEL

JAS. BREMNER, Proprietor
@
FULLY LICENSED

Dining Room in Connection

Ymir, British Columbia

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