Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-11-04

EMERSON SE1ZED HIS HOST by THE NAPE
OF THE NECK.
that doesn't succeed then IN take pos
session again"
mile farther on they drew up be-
fore white pile surmounted by dim
ly discerned Greek cross, but their sig
nails awakened no response
''Gone!"
They wasted no words when, for the
fourth time their eyes caught the vel
come sight Of a shining radiance in
the gloom.
"Unhitch" ordered Emerson logged
~ as he began to unite the ropes OF
the sled. He shouldered the sleeping
bags and made toward the light that
filtered through the crusted windows.
followed by Fraser similarly burdened
But as they approached they saw ut
once that this was no cannery; 1t look
ed more like roadhouse or trading
post. Behind and connected with it
by covered hall or passageway
crouched another squat building OF the
same character. its roof piled thick
glowing.
They mounted the steps Of the nigh
building and without knocking flung
the door open. entering. With sharp
exclamation ar Indian woman regard
ed them round eyed.
Were all right this time." observed
Emerson. Its store" Then to the
woman he said briefly. I'VE want a
bed and something to eat"
On every side the walls were shelved
with merchandise. while the counter
Carried supply of clothing and skins.
What you want?" demanded the
squaw. ~
Boyd and Fraser. divesting them
selves of their furs, noticed that she
was little more than girl-a native
undoubtedly.
Food! Sleep! Boyd replied.
''You can't stop here" the girl as
serted firmly.
''Oh, yes. we can" said Emerson.
The squaw called. "Constantine!"
The tall figure of j man emerged. ad
vancing swiftly.
1t was the copper hued native who
had rescued them from the river ear.
lier in the dry The Indian girl broke
into "a torrent Of excited volubility
You no stop here" said Constan-
tine. Making toward the outer door.
he flung it open.
We've come long way and we're
tired" Emerson argued. He faced the
Indian with his back to the stove. his
voice taking on determined note.
I'VE won't leave here until we are
eoo1v NDyv f>ll ~o,,e st,Ioo<obS got
Us some supper. Quickw
A soft voice from the rear Of the
room halted the advancing Indian
Constantine" it said.
The travellers whirled to see, stand
ing out in relief against the darkness
of the passage whence the Indian had
just come few seconds before. the
golden haired girl of the storm to
whom they had been indebted for their
rescue. She advanced. smiling pleas.
antly.
"These men no stop hcrey' cried Con.
stantine violently.
'I-l-beg pardon" began Emerson.
1--WE didn't intend to take forcible pos
session. but we're played out-we've
been denied shelter everywhere-we
felt Desperate
She addressed the Indian girl in
Aleut and siGnaled to Constantine. ut
which the two natives retired.
Were glad of an opportunity to
thank you for your timely service this
afternoon" said Emerson.
"Oh. that was nothing. I've been ex.
pecting you hourly. You see. Constan-
tines little brother has the measles.
and | had to get to him before the ma
tives could give the poor little fellow
q Russian bath and then stand him out
in the snow. They have only one
treatment for all diseases"
IF your-er-father"- The girl
shook her head.
Then your husband-I Should like to
arrange with him to hire lodgings for
few days. The matter Of money
Again she came to his rescue.