The Ladysmith news and Ingram news. [volume] (Ladysmith, Wis.) 1905-1906, 1905-05-06

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 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:
$50 she is going herself to search
for her lover! Is Paul dead-really
| dead? May it not be only a mistake
after all? He is missing, that is sure,
but the young fellow has more lives
than cat. I wish to Heaven l knew
| that he was" He started, and,
shuddering, began to think how degen-
Grated he had grown
Then he leaned back in his seat and
closed his eyes, while the great train,
like a flying vulcan rushed on in the
|
reached He went aboard the ferry,
and was transferred to San Francisco,
and, leaping into carriage, was
driven to certain hotel, where he
| secured q room.
1t was nearly daylight by this time,
! but Notwithstanding he had slept none
during the night, he summoned mes
| coo inn
| dispatched the boy.
Two hours had passed, and the sun
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 a 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
| ly and in voice that was softness it.
| self asked:
"You sent for me- and craned his
neck like chOked rooster trying to
swallow a moTsel too large for it's
| throat.
eyes, Capt. Fairweather, want to
talk with you. When does another
ship sail for Juneau?"
The captain, who was well 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 it. Now,
fore to do some work in the Klon-
| dyke"
Again the captain craned his neck,
rhoked and bowed, then cautiously
| glanced about the room to see if he
was observed before answering:
''They got in trouble there"
"How 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?"
mo"
"The girl says he lives"
BAH"
"Well, the impression is SO strong
that she has determined to set out for
| Alaska to find him, and sails in the
| President for Seattle
''It will be FOOLS journey, know
| full we'll; he can't be alive"
well l have made up my mind to
go to Alaska myself"
(To be continued)