The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1905-05-05

forty years Of age, large, strong, and
had determined to go to juneau or
Dawson City to start a 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:
$50 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 cat. l 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
dispatched the boy.
Two hours had passed, and the sun
was shining through the window,
when there came a 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 steelgray eyes twinkled with
something deep and devilish. The
newcomer was peculiarly nervous
man who had a strange habit of cram
ing his neck and bowing his head like
an eccentric burlesque comedian.
After assuring himself he was not
being watched, he closed the door soft
| ly and in a voice that was softness it.
| self asked:
You sent for me-" and craned his
neck like choked rooster trying to
| swallow a 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 'Occ-
| dent leaves here 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,
captain, you secured men for me be.
fore to do some work in the Klon-
| dyke
| Again the captain craned his neck,
choked 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 un-
easiness.
"No. He will die before be does
that"
Very WELL Fairweather, have you
heard of the fate Of this young fel-
low who Is causing so much trouble?'
mo"
"The girl says he lives"
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"
''It will be fools journey, I know
full we'll; he cant be alive"
"Well, l have made up my mind to
go to Alaska myself"
| Ito be continued)