The Press., 1898-07-21
LOVE IN KLONDIKE.

AO LIN
 HER STORY.
 am wretched1y tired, yet there is the long article to be written for the next post leaving the station-on the Klondike. And what is there have not already written?
 The latest arrival at this lodging house is stupid oldish man. 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 8 telephone, 8 night cab and the rub of a hudred busy brains employed on a large city edition. The descriptions were all very well at first. There was the travel out from civiliza- tion, with all its incidents and accidents; i; then the keen observation of the coun- try of the Klondike itself, with all it's possibilities and actualities.
 But descriptions of the country and it's inhabitants are growing threadbare, and romance or two, the last brief communication from the city editor hinted, would be very acceptable, TO- 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 croup, while as to the orthodox hammock-ah, a hammock on the K1ondike would be available for occupancy only when swung between two andirons. No; Gu pid could never masquerade in a Klon- dike suit. Yet am sure 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- membering love into 8 practical desper- ation 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 | 8 fire was struggling to burn. Its fitful blazes now and 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 a 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.
 "Deuced lonely place this," lifting up one foot and readjusting his trousers in the top of his boot. ''I haven't seen an attractive person since I arrived, but when 8 fellow leaves civilization and all the comforts of life, not to speak of a 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"
 | It had had as long and bitter a mean. ing as his hong and tiresome journey, for Ward McArthur had travelled many miles by train and boat, on horseback and on foot to reach these golden fields, SO alluring to read about when one is comfortably warmed and clothed and fed in climate that is not calculated tc make the blood freeze in his veins, then be thawed by an open log fire and mov- 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 or its level plane again. A petticoat pass ed his window. This was indeed rari ty in the snow fortified burg. On go the long fur coat, cap and gloves. As he slams the cabin door McArthur catches sight of a natty figure in long ulster and walking hat skurrying down ths st-eet amid the flakes of snow. A cou pie of hours later the settlement seems to have lost part of it's barrenness. pair of blue eyes had looked into hi when the adroitly managed introduction took place, and something else had oc cured also, a mutually created interes each in the other. The two words golt and golden are very nearly alike. H' had loved the word gold for it's intrinsi, value, and he had already realized tn, full worth of it. He now added to hi limited vocabulary the other word, gold en. Who would not when they saw thu sheen of that golden head? And Wart McArthur fully appreciated that he hae 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.
 I have just been talking to the lat arrival spoke of. He is 8 most inter esting man, and not at all poky or olt as he looked to be. He seems to be hun gry for the society of womankind, ant when I told him in confidence of m, perplexity over furnishing a romance fo the paper his eyes twinkled as he sug gested we might supply one ourselves so we have entered into an agreemen to take up harmless irritation, on hi side for aI1usepent and on mine iron professional motives.
 His eyes are very brown and tender His beard is brown, too, and like tn sincere way he has of speaking of peopl and things. ...-.. ... .,....s | ..-.. eE s-... HIS STORY.
 "Who would have believed it," sai, the great, stalwart fellow to himself a he strode out into the frozen air. 'sSh wishes for a romance up here in thes bald regions, and am held to furnisl it. We'll, I'll do it. She will neve know how well she fell into the trap | We ara tha rrincinal actors but IT