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id: 11223
title: Big Timber: A Story of the Northwest
author: Sinclair, Bertrand W.
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  It dawned upon Stella Benton that these might be Jack Fyfe''s drunken Stella Benton watched the craft gather way, a trifle shocked, her breath outfit with two big logging camps, my outfit, Jack Fyfe''s, some hand "And suppose," said she, "that a game warden should catch you or Mr. Jack Fyfe killing deer out of season?" to have lots of money like that man''s got, and never have to work." It seemed quite possible to Stella, watching Jack Fyfe''s crew at work. Fyfe joined Charlie Benton about the time she finished work. conceive of the Jack Fyfe type carrying things with a high hand where a Behind them a little way came Jack Fyfe with sagging creel. Stella went over that queer debate a good many times in the ten days Fyfe and Stella spent many a day abroad on Roaring Lake. the same old Jack Fyfe, Stella.


id: 10725
title: The Centralia Conspiracy
author: Chaplin, Ralph
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  four American Legion men by members of the Industrial Workers of the World Legion men were attempting to raid the union hall when they were killed. There is only one body of men in the Northwest who would hate a union hall loggers, organized in the Industrial Workers of the World, had started a unoffending paraders" on Armistice Day. Centralia in appearance is a creditable small American city--the kind of the raid on the Union Hall in Centralia on Armistice Day--and who the lumber interests when they raided the Union hall in 1918. The raid of 1918 did not weaken the lumber workers'' Union in Centralia. A few days before the hall was raided Elmer Smith called at Grimm''s office Merriman by name, that the business men were organizing to raid the hall Centralia an organization of business men to combat this new labor


id: 13532
title: Kindred of the Dust
author: Kyne, Peter B. (Peter Bernard)
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  When Donald came home from school that night, The Laird asked him byword in Port Agnew that Donald was his father''s son, a veritable look, Hector McKaye." And Donald thrust his smiling countenance close When, presently, Donald bade him good-night, Hector McKaye turned off o''clock to his father''s faithful old general manager, Andrew Daney. "Yes; I''m Nan," she replied, "and you''re Donald McKaye. "Come now, old dear; if Nan Brent isn''t a bad woman, just what is your Following his parting with Nan Brent on Saturday night, Donald McKaye to a certain man and one Nan Brent, of Port Agnew, Washington, there son''s case in the hands of God and Nan Brent, The Laird would have following Nan''s hoped-for departure from Port Agnew, Mr. Daney planned Man, can Donald McKaye wed Nan Brent of the Sawdust Pile?" manager sat the young ex-laird of Port Agnew; at Daney''s left the old


id: 34948
title: King Spruce, A Novel
author: Day, Holman
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  "I''m quite sure you know, Mr. Britt," said the young man, bowing to man I want for a husband; and when John Barrett''s only daughter tells out of jail, you know." He looked at Wade and then at the old man woods that sounded in John Barrett''s voice when he had sneered at Wade''s "You take your hand off my arm, Mr. Britt," said the young man. "I ain''t much of a man to talk my business over with any one, Mr. Britt," he said. But the young man lingered doggedly, his eyes on the face of the girl. And when I know a thing like that about a man, Mr. Wade, he "Mr. Barrett," said Wade, at length, "the girl is at Lane''s. didn''t know it!" He flapped entreating hands at Wade, and that young man To Dwight Wade, looking into the eyes of John Barrett


id: 36522
title: The Trail of the Axe: A Story of Red Sand Valley
author: Cullum, Ridgwell
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  Betty''s brown eyes took on a smiling look of reproach as she held up a "She''s too good a girl, Dave," Chepstow said with almost militant "Dave knows Betty better than we do, Tom. I''d almost think---I''m not "Yes, Betty--I''ll help you sure," he said in his deep voice. "Well, little Betty," said Dave presently, in that gentle protecting Dave thought of these things with the satisfaction of a man who is "I thought you''d come to talk of other matters," said Dave quietly. At the door the man turned, and Dave suddenly recollected something. Dave''s great voice suddenly filled the room and cut the man''s threats And when Dave looked round at Betty the girl''s face was covered with Dave was the man who controlled, whose brain and eyes watched over "Betty," said Dave at last, looking squarely into her eyes, "will you The man''s eyes suddenly closed while Dave was speaking.


id: 34775
title: The Boss of Wind River
author: Chisholm, A. M. (Arthur Murray)
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  "I''m going to run the business," said Joe. Whereupon old Bob Wright and young Joe Kent shook hands with mutual Joe did not know what to think of it, and said so. "I''m a business man now," said Joe. "Hang it," said young Kent to himself, "I don''t know whether I''ve got discovered Edith Garwood and Joe Kent seated prosaically upon a huge log "Good old ring," said Joe, producing it from his pocket. "In other words, you don''t think I can run the business?" said Joe. Hagel raised a protesting hand. "I''d rather not, thanks," said Joe, looking at the hand. "MacNutt is in camp," said Joe. "Your men say they won''t work," said Joe. "Of course I can," said Joe, "and then, Jack, I think we''d better get "Boys," said Joe, "who cut that boom?" "It''s a good proposition for me, Mr. Crooks," said Joe.


