The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-03-11
'ody would ever know she was a

breed"
"She's a good girl" said Stark mus
ingly in a gentle tone that Runnion
had never heard before.
Getting kind of mushy, amt you?
thought you had passed that stage.
old man.
mo; don't like her in that way"
"I'll lay you little eight to five that
Burrell has thrown her down." chuc-
killed. Runnion.
81 never thought of that. You may
be right"
eff 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 ut 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 n mile beneath her. She stayed
there all the morning. and, although
the day was bright and the bushes
picked no berries, but fought resClute-
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
i, Of mid
day.
AS they approached the town they
heard the familiar cry of Steam
bo-o-o-atr 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 at 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 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 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"
"No Greek" 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 a 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 a 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
Runnion landed, and by midafternoOn
great tent had been stretched over
a 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 a similar air Of incompleteness
and crude immaturity, and little won
der. for 1t had grown threefold In half
q day. Stark swiftly unpacked his
gambling implements, keen to scent
every advantage, and out Of the hand
full Of pale faced jackals who follow
at the heels of healthy herd he hired
men to run them and TO deal.
T. right Flambeau was a mining
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