Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1909-05-12
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-'No; don't like her In that way"
''l'll lay YOU little eight to five that
Burrell has thrown her down." chuc-
killed. Runnion.
81 never thought Of that. You may
he right"
"1f it's true I'll shuttle up a hand for
that soldier
Meanwhile Necia had passed Gu out
of the Town and through the Indian
village Mt the mouth of the creek until
high up on tho 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 Il mile beneath her. She stayed
there all the morning, and, although
the day was bright and the bushes
bending With their burden OF blue, she
picked 10 berries. hut fought resolute-
ly through Il da.en VARYING moods that
mirrored themselves in her delicate
face. 1t was her first soul struggle,
but in time the bIoyancy 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 ablebcdied inhabitant
having disappeared into the hills. but
| the animals came trnoping lazily to the
1ank 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 tn. town puz-
zled the captain OF the steamer, and
upon landing lie 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 a man ap.
Preached and spoke eNcitedly:
Captain, my ticket rends to Daw,
son, but En- getting off here. Won't
you have my outfit put ashore" He
was followed by Il group of fellow
passengers, who made similar re-
quest.
This place is. good enough for me-
enc Of them said.
Me, too" another volunteered. ''This
strike is new. and we've hit her just
in tinle.'
!. Outside dozen men had crowded
NO Creek" Lee against the wall Of the
/ store and were clamoring to heal
about his find.
Stark wasted no time. With none.
in his hands, he secured dozen mel
, who were willing to work for hire, fo
!, | there are always those who prefer til,
surety of ten coined dollars to the hop
of II hundred. He swooped down witt
+ these helpers OH his pile of merchan
, disc that had lain beneath tarpaulin
on the river bank since the day he an,
: Runnion landed, and by indifference
a great tent had been stretched owe
a q framework. of peeled poles built O.
the lot where he and Necia had stoo
y earlier in the day. Before dark hi
! saloon was running. TO be sure, ther
, was no floor, and his polished fixture
4 looked strangely new and incongru
Gus, but the town at large had a.
i, sumed similar air Of Incompetence
:, and crude immaturity, and little woI
der, for 1t had grown threefold in hal
q day. Stark swiftly unpacled hi
= gambling implements, keen to .scer
= every advantage, and out of the HAND
full Of pale faced jackals who folio,
at the heels Of a healthy herd he hire
men to run them and to DEAL
: BY night Flambeau was mimi
a camp.