The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1905-01-24

FURTHERMORE than brother"
Silence, Mr.. Lakeland" she quickly
interrupted. Il will hear no more from
you. Here | am at home; good
night"
She darted into the house. quickly
closing the door after her and leaving
him standing out in the cold dark
street. For moment he stood gazing
upon the door which had closed upon
the being he loved, and then turned
slowly about, his thin white lips com
pressed, and his fingers closed firmly
as If he had the lockjaw
AS he boarded the midnight train
for San Francisco he murmured, half
audbly:
Something desperate must be done
shall now play my last trump card"
| Meanwhile Laura was completing
arrangements for an early departure
Ben Holton, her fathers faithful do
nestle, was the only person she en-.
gagged to go with her. A party was
forming at Seattle. and thither she
went with all her supplies. Mrs. Mil
Ter accompanied her that far.
Here they found another brave WON
an-Kate Willis-ready to brave the
dangers of the Klondyke. She was
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:
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 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 and
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 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
senger, wrote a note, and, sealing it,
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 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 morsel too large for its
throat.
yes, 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 few days sooner"
will they both arrive about the
same timer"
Yes, the 'Occident little ahead of
the President as she is the fastest
boat"
THAT is just as | 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