The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-09-17

the magazine, which he folded and
thrust into the breast Of his coat. - :,
THANK you" he muttered, then fell
to staring ahead of him. again heed
less Of his surroundings. This abrupt
relapse, into his former state of sullen
and defiant silence tantalized the girl. 4
He offered no explanation and took
no further part in the conversation |
until, noting the lateness Of the hour, 1
he rose and thanked her for her hos
pitality in the same deadly. Indifferent
manner. = -
'The music was great treat" he
said, looking beyond her and holding
aloof, "a very great treat enjoyed
it Immensely. Good night"
Cherry Malotte had experienced a
new sensation, and she didn't like it.
She vowed angrily that she disliked
men who looked past her. Indeed, she
could not recall any other who had
ever done so. Her chief concern had
always been to check their ardor. She
resolved victously that before she was
through with this young man he would
make her less listless adieu. She as
sured herself that he was selfish, sui
len boor. who needed to be taught a
lesson In manners for his own good II
for nothing else. She darted to the ta-
bic, snatched up; the magazine and
skinned through it feverishly. Alb.
here was the place!
A woman's face with some meaning
less name beneath filed each page.
Along the top ran the heading, "Fa J
nous American Beauties" So it was
a woman! She skipped backward and
forward among the pages for further
possible enlightenment, but there was
no article accompanying the pictures.
It was merely an illustrated section
devoted to the photographs Of prom1-
nent actresses and society women,
most Of whom she had never heard of,
though here and there she saw a name
that was familiar. In the center was
that tantalizingly clean cut edge which
had subtracted face from the gal
lery-a face which she wanted very
much to see. =
She shrugged her shoulders careless
". Then, in sudden access Of fury,
she flung the mutilated magazine VI
eiously into a far corner Of the room.
The travellers slept late on the fol-
lowing morning. for the WEAKNESS Of
weeks was. upon them, and the little
bunk room they occupied adjo1ned the
main building and was dark. When
they came forth they found Chakawa-
ma in the store and a few moments
later were called to breakfast.
':Where Is your mistress~ inquired
Boyd. T. 80
- ''she go zee my sick broder,'' said
the Indian girl, recalling Cherry's
mention OF the child Ill with measles.
"She all the time give medicine to
Aleut babies" Chakawana continued,
''all the time give, give, give some.
thing. Indian people love her."
They were still talking when they
heard the jingle Of many bells, and the
door burst open to admit Cherry, who
came with a rush of youth and health
as fresh as the bracing air that follow
ed her. The cold had Redeemed her
cheeks and quickened her eyes. d.
"Good. morning, gent1emen!" she
cried, removing the white fur hood
which gave a setting to her sparkling
eyes and teeth. "Oh, but it's glori-
GUS morning! We did the five miles
from the village in seventeen minutes"
II "And how is your measly patient?"
asked Fraser. .-~z &. I.
Hes doing well, thank you" She
stepped to the door to admit .Chaka-
wana, who had evidently hurried
around from the other house and now
came in, bareheaded and needless OF
the cold. bearing a bundle clasped to
her breast. II brought the little tel
low home with me. Seer
- - - -, =.
II dare say Kalvik is rather lively
during the summer season" Emerson
remarked to Cherry later in the day.
Eyes; the ships arrive in May, and
the fish begin to run in July. After
that nobody sleeps. z s%s '<.5 SIS s. y:
1T must be rather interesting,
1T Is more than that; It. is inspiring.
Why, the story Of the salmon IS an
epic in itself. You know. they live q
cycle Of four years, no more, always
returning to the waters ofNtheir nativ-
ity to die. And l have heard it said
that during one Of those four years
they disappear; no ono knows where,
reappearing out Of the mysterious
depths Of the sea as II at signal
They come By the legion, In countless
scores Of thousands, and when once
they have tasted the water1sof their
birth they never touch food again, new
er cease their onward rush until they
become bruised and battered wrecks,
drifting down from the spawning beds.
When the call Of nature IL answered
and the spawn = laid they die. They
never seek the salt sea again, but car
pet the rivers with their bones. When