The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-04-03


Where? Down. river, and without
me? And he an Indian %
Ihere,s no accounting for taste, Won
know, especially in a woman"
But now do stand in this deal?
I've lost four thousand dollars worth
OF dogs and tidy bit of a woman and
nothlng TO show for it. Except you"
he added as an afterthought, and
cheap you are at the price,
Freda shrugged her shoulders.
GU might as well get ready I'm
going out to borrow couple of teams
of dogs, and wen start in as many
hours
bed
You'll pack if you know what's
good for you. Go to bed or not, when
get my dogs outside. so help me, onto
the sled you go. Mebbe you fooled
with me, but I'll just see your bluff
ana take you in earnest. Hear me?''~
He closed on her wrist till it hurt,
put on her lips a smile was growing,
ana she seemed to listen intently to
some outside sound. There was a jim
gle OF dog bells and a mans voice cry
ing "HaW!" as a sled took the tIrnine.
ana drew up at the cabin.
NOW will you let me go to bed?"
AS Ffeda spoke she threw open the
door. into the warm room rushed the
frost, and on the threshold, garbed in
traII-Worn furs, knee deep in the swirl
ing Vapor, against a background of
flaming borealis, a woman hesitated.
She removed her nose-trap and stood
blinking blindly in the white CANDLE
light. Floyd Vanderlip stumbled for
ward
Floyd" she cried, relieved and glad,
and met him with tired bound.
what coud he do but kiss the armful
or furs? And pretty armful it was,
nesting against him YEARLY, but
happy.
1t was good Of you" spoke the arm
ful, to send Mr.. Devereaux with fresh
dogs after me, else would not have
been in till tomorrow"
The man looked bIankly across at
Freda, then the light breaking in upon
him. And wasn't it good of Dever-
eaux to go?"
Couldn't wait bit longer, could
you, dear?" Flossie snuggled closer.
We'll, 1 was getting sort of impa-
tient," he confessed, glibly, at the same
time drawing her up till her feet left
the floor and getting outside the door,
That same night an inexplicable
thing happened to the Rev. James
Brown, missionary, who lived among
the natives several miles down the
Yukon and saw to it that the trails
they trod led to the white mans para
disc. He was reused from his sleep
by strange Indian, who gave into his
charge not only the soul but the body
OF woman, and having done this
drove quickly away. This woman was
heavy and handsome, and angry, and in
her wrath unclean words fell from her
mouth. This shocked the worthy man.
but he was yet young, and her pres
ence would have been pernicious lin
the simple eyes of his flock) had she
not struck out on foot for Dawson with
the first gray of dawn.
The shock to Dawson came many
days later, when the summer had come
and the population honored a certain
royal lady at Windsor by lining the
Yukon's bank and watching Sitka
Charley rise up with flashing paddle
and drive the first canoe across the
line. On this day of the races Mrs.
Eppingwell, who had learned and I'M
learned numerous things, saw Freda
for the first time since the night Of
the ball.
Publicly, mind you," as Mrs. McFee
expressed it, without regard or re-
spect for the morals of the commune
ty,' she went up to the dancer and held
out her hand. At first, it is remember
ed by those who saw, the girl shrank
back, then words passed between the
two, and Freda, great Freda, broke
down and wept on the shoulder of the
captains wife. 1t was not given to
Dawson to know why Mrs. EppingWen
should crave forgiveness of a Greek
dancing girl, but she did it publicly,
and it was unseemly.
1t were well not to forget Mrs. Nc
Fee. She took a cabin passage on the
first steamer going out. She also took
with her a theory which she had
achieved in the silent watches Of the
long, dark nights; and it is her con-
viction that the Northland is unre-
generate because it is so sold there.
Fear of hell fire cannot be bred in an
iceboX. This may appear dogmatic,
but 1t is Mrs McFees theory.