The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1909-10-31

Grafton.
mo; she must stay here" Gale re-
pled, with decision. The man has
come here to live, so it won't do any
good to send her away, and, after all,
what is to be will be. But she must
never be seen in that dance girls dress
about this Stark. 1t makes no dilfer-
ence whether this one is the man or
not. He will come, and | shall know
him. For a year l have felt that the
time was growing short. and now l
know it."
no strangers here. No white men ex.
cept the soldiers and this one have
come in a year. This is but a little
trading post
ut was yesterday, but it isn't to-
day. Lee has made a strike, like the
one George Carmack made on the
Klondike. He came to tell me and
Poleon, Ind we are going back with
him tonight, but you must say moth
ing or it will start a stampede"
"Other men will come-a great many
of them?" Intercepted Alluna fearful
ly, ignoring utterly the momentous
news.
Eyes. Flambeau will be another
Dawson If this find is what Lee thinks
1t is. l stayed away from the upper
country because I knew crowds of men
would come from the States, and ]
feared that he might be among them,
but it's no use hiding any longer.
There's no other place for us to go. If
Lee has got a mine I'll have the n
mex to 1t, for we win be the first ones
on the ground. What happens after
that won't matter much. You four will
be provided for. We r to leave in an
hour, one at a time, to avoid COM
ment."
but why did this man stop herer'
insisted the woman why did he not
stay on the steamboat and 60 to Daw-
sonY
"He's a friend of Lees. He is going
with u.s." Then he added, almost in a
whisper, Before we return 1 shall
Know"
Alluna seized his arm. Promise to
come back, John! Promise that you
will come back even If this should be
the man."
II promise. Don't worry, little wo-
man. I'm not ready for a reckoning
yet"
As he turned away she laid her hand
Oh his arm and said:
IF you do not know him he will not
know you. Is it not SOP"
Eyes" 49,. sBI
Then the rest is easy"
But he only shook his head doubt
fully and answered, perhaps; l am
not sure" and went inside, where he
made up a light pack Of bacon, -four
and tea, a pail or two, a coffeepot and
a frying pan, which he rolled inside a
robe of rabbit skin and bound about
in turn with a light tarpaulin. 1t did
not weigh thirty pounds in all. Select
ing a new pair Of water boots, he
stuffed dry grass inside them, oiled up
his six shooter, then slipped out the
back way and in five minutes was hid
den in the thickets. Half an hour
later, having completed a detour Of
the town, he struck the trail to the In
terror, where he found Poleon Doret.
equipped in a similar manner, resting
beside a stream, singing the songs Of
his people.
When Burrell returned to his quar-
tiers he tried to mitigate the feeling of
lonesomeness that oppressed him by
teckling his neglected correspondence.
Somehow today the sense of his isola-
ton had come over him stronger than
ever. His rank forbade any intimacy
with his miserable handful Of men,
who had already fallen into the mo-
notony Of routine, while every friend
~ overture he made toward the citi-
zens Of Flambeau was met with dis
trust and GOODNESS, his stripes Of office
seeming to erect a barrier and induce
an ostracism stronger and more com
plete than If they had been emblems
Of the penitentiary. Even Doret and
the trader seemed to share the general
feeling; hence the thought of the long,
lonesome winter approaching reduced
the lieutenant to a state of black de-
spondency, deepened by the knowledge
that he now had an open enemy In
| camp In the person of Runnion. Then,
| too, he had taken a morbid dislike to
| the new man, Stark. So that all in all
the youth felt he had good reason to be
in the dumps this afternoon. There
was nothing desirable in this place
everything undesirable-except Necia.
Her presence in Flambeau went far
toward making his humdrum existence
bearable, but of late he had found
himself dwelling with growing seri-
BUSINESS on the unhappy circumstances
| of her birth and had almost made up
his mind that 1t would be wise not to
see her any more. The tempting vision
Of her in the ball dress remained vivid
ly in his imagination, causing him
hours of sweet torment. There was a
sparkle, a fineness, a gentleness, about
her that seemed to make the few wo.
men he had known we'll dull and com
monplace, and even his sister, whom
| till now he had held as the perfection
Of all things feminine, suffered by
comparison with this maiden of the