Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-04-22
our country. and these are your PEG

| your country, and these are your peo-
ple."
A morbid desire was upon her to
track down this intangible racial dis
tinction, but she saw Runnion, whom
them, so thanked Stark hurriedly and
went on her way.
"Been making friends with that
squaw, eh?" remarked Runnion cas-.
ually.
EYES," replied Stark. "She's nice
little girl. and I like her. told her ]
didn't have any part in that miners
meeting affair."
Huh! What's the matter with you,
1t was all your doing"
| II know it was. but didn't aim II
at her. I wanted that ground next t.
Lees, and l wanted to throw Jolt
into Old Man Gale. / couldn't let the
| girl stand in my way, but now that
| it's over Pm willing to be friends with
| her"
me too. BY heaven, she's as grace
full as fawn. She's white too No
body would ever know she was
breed"
"Shes good GIRL" said Stark mus.
ingly in gentle tone that Runnion
had never heard before.
Getting kind Of mushy. amt you?
thought you had passed that stage,
old man."
"No; don't like her in that way"
''I'll lay you little eight to five that
Burrell has thrown her down." chuc-
Killed. Runnion.
II never thought Of that You may
be right"
'If it's true I'll shuttle up hand for
that soldier"
Meanwhile Necia had passed on out
Of the town and through the Indian
village at the mouth Of the creek until
high up on the slopes she saw Alluna
and the little ones. She climbed up to
them and seated herself where she
could look far out over the westward
valley, with the great stream flowing
half mile beneath her. She stayed
there oil the morning, and, although
the day was bright and the bushes
bending with their burden Of blue, she
pAShS0 AO OSlllSSt put AouS At ASsoAQtC-
ly through dozen varying moods that
mirrored themselves in her delicate
face. 1t was her first soul struggle
but in time the buoyancy of youth and
the almighty optimism of early love
prevailed. And SO she was in hap.
pier frame of mind when the little
company made their descent at mid
day.
AS they approached the town they
heard the familiar cry of Steam
bo-o-o-at" and by the time they had
reached home the little camp was noisy
with the plant of wolf dogs. There
were few men to join In the welcome
today, every ablebodied inhabitant
having disappeared into the hills, but
the animals came trooping lazily to the
oank and sat down on their launches,
watching the approaching steamer, in
their soft eyes the sadness of canine
race Of slaves.
The deserted aspect of the town puz-
zled the captain of the steamer, and
upon landing he made his way ut once
to John Gales store, where he learned
from the trader Of the strike and Of
the stampede that had resulted. Be-
fore the recital was finished q man ap-
preached and spoke excitedly:
Captain, my ticket reads to Daw-
son, but I'm getting Off here. Won't
you have my outfit put ashore" He
was followed by group of fellow
passengers, who made a similar re-
quest.
"This place is good enough for me"
one of them said.
"Me, too," another volunteered. "This
strike is new, and we've hit her just
in time"
Outside dozen men had crowded
mo Creek" Lee against the wall of the
store and were clamoring to hear
about his find
Stark wasted no time. With money
In his hands, he secured dozen men
who were willing to work for hire, for
there are always those who prefer the
surety of ten coined dollars to the hope
of hundred. He swooped down with
these helpers on his pile of merchan.
disc that had lain beneath tarpaulins
on the river bank since the day he and
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great tent had been stretched over
framework of peeled poles built on
the lot where he and Necia had stood
earlier in the day. Before dark his
saloon was running. To be sure, there
was no floor, and his polished fixtures
looked strangely new and incongru-
Gus, but the town at large had as
sumed similar air Of incompleteness
and crude immaturity, and little Won
der, for it had grown thrcefold In half
day. Stark swiftly unpacked his
gambling implements. keen to scent
every advantage, and out of the hand
full Of pale faced tackals who follow
at the heels Of healthy herd he hired
men to run them and to deal.
BY night Flambeau was mining
camp.
(To be Continued.)