The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1905-05-05

forty years Of age, large, strong. and
had determined to go to Juneau or
Dawson City to start laundry.
The vessel pushed off, and Mrs. Mil.
Ter stood on the dock waving her
handkerchief at the brave girl until
distance mingled her form with the
others, and then burst into tears.
Theodore Lakeland was a deep
schemer, and when he separated from
Laura Kean he had by no means aban.
doned hope of winning her.
While on his way to San Francisco
he was continually saying:
so she is going herself to search
for her lover! Is Paul dead-really
dead? May it not be only mistake
after all? He is missing, that Is sure,
but the young fellow has more lives
than a cat. wish to Heaven knew
that he was" He started, and,
shuddering, began to think how degen.
Grated he had grown.
Then he leaned back in his seat ana
closed his eyes, while the great train,
like flying vulcan, rushed on in the
darkness until the city of Oakland was
reached. He Went aboard the ferry,
and was transferred to San Francisco.
and, leaping into carriage, was
driven to a certain hotel, where he
secured room.
1t was nearly daylight by this time,
but notwithstanding he had slept none
during the night, he summoned a mes.
scnger wrote a note, and, sealing it,
dispatched the boy.
Two hours had passed, and the SUI.
was shining through the window,
when there came light tap at his
door, and he opened it.
Before him stood a smooth shaved
man with hair that was once sandy,
but so bleached with gray it was a
roam. His nose and eyes were promi-
nent, and his face narrow, cheeks red
and steel-gray eyes twinkled with
something deep and devilish. The
newcomer was peculiarly nervous
man who had strange habit of cram
ing his neck and bowling his head like
an eccentric burlesque comedian.
After assuring himself he was not
being watched, he closed the door soft
~ and in a voice that was softness it
self asked:
"iou sent for me-" and craned his
neck like, u choked rooster trying to
swallow morsel too large for it's
throat.
Yes. Capt. Fairweather, want to
talk with YOU When does another
ship sail for Juneau?"
The captain, who was we'll UP in
marine intelligence, said:
There is the President sails from
Seattle in three weeks, and the 'Occi-
dent leaves here a few days sooner"
will they both arrive about the
same time?"
Yes, the 'Occident little ahead Of
the President as she is the fastest
boat"
THAT is just as I want il. Now,
captain, you secured men Tor me be-
fore to do some work in the Klon.
dyke
Again the capt';n craned his neck
choked and h3wed, then cautiously
glanced abcut the room to see if he
was observed before answering:
They got in trouble there"
Crow do you know?' .'
Morris wrote that Belcher was shot
and in the hands of the miners, who
might lynch him." and Capt. Fair
weather placed his hands about his
neck. as if the very thought gave him
pain.
HAS he given away anything?"
asked Lakeland, with some little I'm.
easiness.
mo. He will die before he does
that"
Very we'll. Fairweather, have YOU
heard of the fate of this young fell
low who is causing so much trouble ?"
NO"
The girl says he lives"
7 BAH.
We'll. the impression is so strong
that she has determined to set out for
Alaska to find him. and sails in the
President for Seattle
1T will be FOOLS journey, I know
full we'll; he can't be alive"
We'll, | have made up my mind to
go to Alaska myself"
tTo be continued.)