The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-08-12

ings for telephone system, which will
go up in nigk+. AS to tables d'hote.
l saw a real French count in Seattle
with a monocle. He's bringing in a
restaurant outfit imported snails and
pates de foie gras. All that's wanting
is the chaperon. In my flight from the
Ohio / left mine The sailors caught
her. You see, l 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 Ike
jest.
Il herald the coming of the law"
she said
The law! Bah. Red tape, a dead
language and a horde of shysters. I'm
afraid of law in this land. We're too
J new and too far away from things. II
puts too much power in too few hands.
Heretofore we men up here have had
recourse TO our courage and our Colts.
but Wen have TO unbuckle them both
when the law comes. 1 like the court
that hasn't any appeal" He laid hand
upon his hip.
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 q man warned Dextry,
with terror in his eye, to beware of IT;
! that beneath the cloak of justice was a
drawn dagger whetted for us fellows
who own the rich diggings. 1 don't
think there's any truth in 1t, but you
/ can't tell"
''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
link 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 a 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 kin
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,
like the old way best. l love the Ii
cense of 1t. l love to wrestle with ma
ture, to snatch and guard and fight for
what 1 have. I've been beyond the
law for years, and 1 want to stay there
where life is just what it was intended
to be-a survival of the fittest.'
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 ioyously hailed the
fight of the previous night. To one Of
his kind it was as salt air to the nos
trils. Unconsciously she approached
MIN, Drawn Dy the Spell Oh dis SlTSngln
: My pleasures are violent, and my
/ hate is mighty bitter in my mouth
J What l want, 1 take. That's been my
way in the old life, and I'm too selfish
: to give it up
| He was gazing out upon the diml!
: lucent miles of ice, but now he turned
! toward her and, doing so, touched he
} warm hand next his on the rail-.
} She was staring up at him unaffect
eddy, so close that the faint odor from
/ her hair reached him. Her expreSSicI
: was simply one of wonder and curios
: ity at this type, so different from am
she had known. But the mans eye
were hot and blinded with the sight O.
her, and he felt only her beauI
heightened In the dim light, the brusl
of her garments and the small, sof
hand beneath his. The thrill from tn,
touch of it surged over him, mastered
him.
: What l want, / take" he repeated
and then suddenly he reached fortl