The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-10-20
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Emerson. now scriousi;
wheeled and left him. reul.in. 4
the fellow was morally atrophis~i
could not forget. however. that exc
for this impossible creature he hinls.,,
would be lying at Petellin's store At
Katmai with no faintest hope Of COM
pleting his mission. wherefore he did
his best to swallow his indignation.
Boyd hurried to a telegraph ONCE
and despatched two messages to Chi.
cago. one addressed to his own tailor.
the other to q number on Lake Shore
drive. Over the latter he pondered
long. tearing up several drafts which
did not suit him. finally giving one to
the operator with an odd mingling Of
timidity and defiance. This done. he
FASTENED to one Of the leading banks,
and two hours later returned to the
hotel. jubilant.
He found Big George in the lobby.
staring with fascinated eyes at his
finger nails. which were strangely puri
6ed and glossy.
Look at EN-" the fisherman broke
out admiringly. They're as clean as
hounds tooth. They shine so das-
sent take hold Of anything"
Il have made my deal with the
bank" Boyd exulted. 'All need. to
raise now is 100000. The bank will
advance the rest. That 100000 makes
| all the difference in the world. The
task is easy now. We will make it
60 sure. These bankers know what
that salmon business is. Why. had
no trouble at all. They say we can't
lose II we have a good site on the
| Kalvik river"
That evening Boyd and George start
ed away. but could not locate Fraser.
When the train pulled out familiar
voice greeted them:
Hello. you"-and there was Fraser,
grinning.
"What are you doing here?'
"Oh. I'm on my way east"
whereabouts east?"
Chicago, amt It? l thought that
was what you said" He seated him
self and lighted another long cigar.
Are you going to Chicago?" George
asked
"Sure. we've got to put this cannery
deal over" the crook sighed luxurious
~ and began to blow smoke rings.
"Pretty nice train, amt it?"
"Yes." calculated Emerson. undecid-
ed whether to be pleased or angered
at the fellows presence. (Which is
your carr"
This one-same as yours. I've got
the dra wing ROOM"
what are you going to do in Chi
cago?"
"Oh. l amt fully decided yet, but l
might do little promoting. Seattle
is too full of Alaskan snares."
The younger man shook his head.
"You are impossible" said he. land
yet l can't help liking you"
In Chicago, as in Seattle. Fraser ac-
companied his fellow travellers to their
hotel and would have registered him
self under some high sounding alias
except for whispered threat from
Boyd
Promptly at 4 O'Clock Emerson call.
cd Il cab and was driven toward the
north side. AS the vehicle rolled up
Lake Shore drive the excitement under
which he had been Iaboring for days
ouS!y. clinched his glOved fingers and
patted the cushions as II to accelerate
the horses footballs. Would he never
arrive:
The vehicle drew up at last before
one Of the most pretentious residences.
massive pile Of stone and brick
fronting the lake with what seemed
to him singulariy proud and chilling
aspect. During the moments that he
waited he found his body pulsating to
the slow. heavy humping Of his heart:
then familiar face greeted him.
How do you do. Hawkinsr' he
heard himself saying a. a liveried old
man ushered him In. ''Is Miss Way
laud inf'
ayes. SIR; she u expecting you. THU
way, please"
Boyd followed. thankful for the sub
dued light which might conceal hia
agitation. He knew where they wers
going: she had always awaited him II
the library. 30 It seemed.
Hawkins held the portieres aside
and Boyd heard their velvet swish al
his back. yet for the briefest instant
he did not see her. 20 motionlesss die
she stand. Then he cried softly:
MY ladyw and strobe forward.
Boyd! Boyd!" she answered. and
| came to meet him. Yielding herself u
his arms. She felt his heart pounding
against hers like the heart Of q run
ner who has spenl himself at the tape
felt his arms quivering a. II from
great fatigue. For q long time neithe
spoke.
Continued Next Week.
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