Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1907-08-08

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
a jest.
81 herald the coming of the Law"
she said.
"The law! Bah! Red tape. dead
language and horde of shystersi I'm
afraid OF law in this land We're too
pew and too far away from things. 1t
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. l 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 plot to prostitute the law
In Unalaska man warned Dextry
with terror In his eye, to beware of I'll;
that beneath the cloak OF justice was a
drawn dagger whetted for us fellows
who own the rich diggings. 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 kin
dlings. Pm 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. love the Ii
cense of it. I love to wrestle with ma
ture, to snatch and guard and fight for
what | have. I've been beyond the
law for years, and 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
bnlwark 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,
viriIe 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 want. I 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 dimly
lucent miles of ice, but now he turned
toward her and. doing so, touched her
warm hand next his on the rail.
She was staring up at him unaffect-
edly, so close that the faint odor from
her hair reached him. Her expression
was simply one of wonder and eurios-
ity at this type. SO different from any
she had known. But the mans eyes
were hot and blinded with the sight of
her, and he felt only her beauty
heightened in the dim light, the brush
of her garments and the small, soft
hand beneath his The thrill from the
touch of it surged over him, mastered
him.
''What want / take.' he repeated,
and then suddenly he reached forth