The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1907-11-17

That's what I like best dare say
the utter unrestraint-
'sWhen I was a schoolboy used to
gaze at the map of Alaska for hours.
I'd lose myself in it. 1t wasn't any
thing but a big. blank corner in the
north then, with a name and noun
tains and mystery. The word Yukon
suggested to me everything unknown
and weird-hairy mastodons, golden
river bars, savage Indians with bone
arrowheads and sealskin trousers.
When I left college. came as fast as
ever could-the adventure. suppose
1.-The law was considered my destiny.
How the shades OF old Choate and
Webster and Patrick Henry must have
walled when l forswore it, I'll bet
Blackstone tore his whiskers."
at think you would have made a sue
cess said the girl, but he laughed
well, anyhow, I stepped out, leav-
ing the way to the United States SUI
preme bench unobstructed, and came
north. found it was where / belong
ed. I fitted in. I'm not contented-
don't think that I'm ambitious, but I
prefer these surroundings to the 9TH
ers-that's all. I'm realizing my de-
sires. I've made fortune. Now I'll
see what else the world has"
He suddenly turned to her. "See
here" he abruptly questioned. whats
your nameT
She started and glanced toward
where Dextry had stood, only to find
away during the tale.
RI
''Helen Chester" he repeated mus
ingly. What a pretty name! It
seems almost pity to change ito
marry, as You will
st am not going to Nome to get mar
ried.'
He glanced at her quickly.
Then you won't like this country.
You are two years too early. You
ought to wait till there are railroads
and telephones and tables d'hote and
chaperons. It's mans country yet"
II don't see why it isn't woman's
country too. Surely we can take a
part in tanning it. Yonder on the Ore
gon is a complete railroad, which will
be running from the coast to the mines
in a few weeks. Another ship back
there has the wire and poles and Ak
ings for telephone system, which will
go up in a night. AS to tables d'hote,
I saw real French count in Seattle
with a monocle. He's bringing in a
restaurant outfit, imported snails and
Is the chaperon In my fight from the
Ohio / left mine. The sailors caught
her. You see, I am not far ahead Of
schedule
"What part are you going to take in
this tanning process?' he asked.
She paused long before replying, and
when she did her answer sounded like
jest.
Il herald the coming of the law"
she said.
1.-THE law! Bah! Red tape, a dead
language and horde of shysters: I'm
afraid of law in this land. We're too
new and too far away from things. It
puts too much power in too few hands.
Heretofore we men up here have had
recourse to our courage and our Colts,
but we'll have to unbuckle them both
when the law comes. 1 like the court
that hasn't any appeal" He laid hand
upon his hip.
1.-THE Colts may go, but the courage
never WILL" she broke in.
perhaps. But I've heard rumors al
ready of a plot to prostitute the law.
In Unalaska a man warned Dextry,
with terror in his eye, to beware Of it;
that beneath the cloak of justice was q
drawn dagger whetted for us fellows
who own the rich diggings 1 don't
think there's any truth in it, but you
can't tell"
1.-The law is the foundation. There
can't be any progress without it.
There is nothing here now but disor-
der"
There isn't half the disorder you
think there is. There weren't any
crimes in this country till the tender
feet arrived. We didn't know what a
thief was. If you came to cabin,
you walked in without knocking. The
owner filed up the coffeepot and sliced
into the bacon; then when he'd started
your meal he shook hands and asked
your name. 1t was just the same
whether his cache was full or whether
he'd packed his few pounds Of food
200 miles on his back. That was hos
pitality to make your southern article
look pretty small. If there was no
one at home, you ate what you needed
There was but one objectionable breach
Of etiquette-tO fail to leave dry kim
dlings. I'm afraid Of the transitory
stage we're coming to-that epoch of
chaos between the death OF the old
and the birth of the new. Frankly, 1
like the old way best I love the Ii
cense of it. 1 love to wrestle with ma
ture, to snatch and guard and fight for
what I have. I've been beyond the
law for years, and I want to stay there,
where life is just what it was intended
to be-a survival of the f1ttest."
His large hands as he gripped the
bulwark were tense and corded, while
his rich voice issued softly from his
chest with the hint Of power unlimited
behind it. He stood over her. tall,
virile and magnetic. She saw now
why he had SO joyously hailed the
fight of the previous night. To one of
his kind it was as salt air to the nos
trils. Unconsciously she approached
him. drawn by the spell Of his strength.
MY pleasures are violent, and my
hate is mighty bitter in my mouth.
What I want, take. That's been my