Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-06-13
LOVE IN KLONDIKE.
HER STORY.


next post leaving the station-on the
Klondike And what is there I have
not already written?
The latest arrival at this lodging
house is stupid oldish man. I suspect
him to be a reporter, like myself He
will have to hurry if he gets anything
more than have. Newspaper work is
not exciting sans a telephone, night
cab and the rub of hudred busy brains
employed ON a large city edition. The
descriptions were all very we'll at first.
There was the travel out from civiliza-
ton, with all its incidents and accidents
then the keen observation of the coun-
try of the Klondike itself, with all its
possibilities and actualities.
But descriptions of the country and
its inhabitants are growing threadbare,
and a romance or two the last brief
communication from the city editor
limited, would be very acceptable, ro-
nance where the moon is never
more suggestive of anything than the
shivers, where a shimmery lawn and
bare throat would inspire long night
mare of pneumonia and Group, while
as to the orthodox hammock-ah, a
hammock on the Klondike would be
available for occupancy only when
swung between two andirons No; Gu
pid could never masquerade in a Klon-
dixie suit Yet am sure l know some
one who would not need moonlight or
summer fairies in hamomck to bring
the romance of his bright nature into
being But he is far enough away-far
enough to cool the great throb of re-
Numbering love into practical desper-
alton over the unwritten article
HIS STORY.
BLEAK, lone and desolate without;
bleak, lone and desolate within.
This comes slowly between puffs of
cigar smoke from the lips of man sit
ting in front of an open stove in which
a fire was struggling to burn. Its fitful
blazes now ..nd then brighten the walls
of miners camp. The smoke from the
speakers pipe curls in rings above his
head-then, settling, fingers about him
in thick cloud, out of which emerged
two crossed and we'll booted legs and
feet stretched at length and resting
upon huge log lying back Of the stove
and wedged between it and the wall.
DCACSu p11CO OhAS,
up one foot and readjusting his trousers
in the top of his boot. 81 haven't seen
an attractive person since I arrived,
but when a fellow leaves civilization
and all the comforts of life, not to speak
of dozen pretty girls, all so universal
ly magnetic and attractive that he
doesn't know which one his heart might
wish to claim as it's own, and leaves all
these for the glittering love of gold, he
must rub his head into remembering
that patience is virtue, and he must
also fully understand the true meaning
of the word virtue.
1t had had as long and bitter mean
ing as his long and tiresome journey,
for Ward Macarthur had travelled many
miles by train and boat, OH horseback
and on foot to reach these golden fields,
so alluring to read about when one is
comfortably warmed and clothed and
fed in a climate that is not calculated to
make the blood freeze in his veins, then
be thawed by an open log fire and NOV
ed about only to have his blood perform
the same up to date feat.
Suddenly McArthur's boots came
down with thump, and his head is on
ed his window. This was indeed a rari-
ty in the snow fortified burg. On go the
long fur coat, cap and gloves. AS he
slams the cabin door Macarthur catches
sight of natty figure in long ulster
and walking hat skurrying down the
street amid the fakes of snow A cou-
pie of hours later the settlement seems
to have lost a part of its barrenness. A
pair of blue eyes had looked into his
when the adroitly managed introduction
took place, and something else had &C.
CURED also, a mutually created interest
each in the other The two words gold
and golden are very nearly alike. He
had loved the word gold for it's intrinsic
value, and he had already realized the
full worth of 1T. He now added to his
limited vocabulary the other word, gold
ell. Who would not when they saw the
sheen of that golden head? And Ward
Macarthur fully appreciated that he had
travelled many thousand miles for gold,
and that he had found not only gold,
but also love, which is far more pre-
cious.
HER STORY.
L have just been talking to the late
arrival spoke of. He is a most inter
esting man, and not at all pcky or old
as he looked to be. He seems to be hun
cry for the society of womankind, and
when / told him in confidence of my
perplexity over furnishing romance for
the paper his eyes twinkled as he sug-
gested we might supply one ourselves,
so we have entered into an agreement
to take up a harmless Irritation, on his
side for amusement and ON mine from
professional motives
His eyes are very brown and tender
His beard is brown, too, and like the
sincere way he has of speaking of people
land things