The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-12-15

anc6. she isn't the sort to marry n
| failure, and she has left me to make
dare so contrary to her fathers wishes
even If she desired. That is part of her
education. Oh, Wayne Wayland's op-
position isn't all have had to over
come. have had to show his daugh-
ter that l am one Of her own kind, for
she hates weakness"
"And you think that woman loves
you! Why, she isn't woman ut all.
She doesn't know what love means
When a woman loves, do you imagine
she cares for money or fame or sue
cess? If l cared for man do you
think I'd stop to ask my father If l
might marry him or wait for my lover
to prove himself worthy of me? Do
you think I'd send him through the
hell you have suffered to try his
metal?" She laughed outright. "Why.
I'd become what he was, and I'd fight
with him. I'd give him all I had
money position, friends, influence If
my people objected I'd tell them to go
hang. I'd give them up and join him.
I'd use every dollar, every vile and
feminine device that l possessed, in
his service. When woman loves she
doesn't care what the world says. The
man may be weakling or worse but
he is still her lover, and she will go to
him."
The words had come tumbling forth
until Cherry was forced to pause for
breath.
"YOu don't understand" said Boyd.
"You are primitive; you have lived in
the open. She is exactly your opposite.
Conservatism is bred in her, and she
can't help her nature. 1t was hard
even for me to understand at first, but
when I saw her life, when I saw how
she had been reared from childhood.
l understood perfectly I would not
have her other than she is. 1t is enough
for me to know that in her own way
she cares for me-"
Cherry tossed her head in derision
"For my part prefer red bleod to sap,
and when l love l want to know it.
l don't want to have it proved to me
like problem in geometery. l want
to love and hate and do wild, impul-
sive things against my own judgment"
"Have YOU ever loved in that way?"
he inquired abruptly.
EYES," she answered without hesita.
ton, looking him squarely in the eye
with an expression he could not faith
ON. THANK heaven, I'm not the
artificial kind! AS you say, I'm primi-
tive. l have lived!' Her crimson lips
curled Scornfully.
81 didn't expect you to understand
her. he said. but she loves me.
And well, she is my religion. A
man must have some God. He can't
worship his own image"
Cherry Malotte turned slowly to the
landing place and made her way into
the launch. All the way back she kept
silence, and Boyd, confused by her at
tack upon the citadel of his faith and
strangely sore at heart, made no effort
at speech.
''Fingerless'' Fraser met him at the
waters edge. ...;'.
.'Where in the devil have you been?'
he cried breathlessly.
"At the Indian village after help.
Why?"
big George is in more trouble. He
sent for help two hours ago. 1 was
just going to beat it. down there"
"What's up?"
"There's six Of your men in the bunk
house all beat up. They don't look
like they'd fish any more for awhile.
Marsh's men threw their salmon over
board, and they had another fight.
Things are getting warm"
1--WE can't allow ourselves to be
driven from the banks" said Boyd
quickly. "I'll get the shoremen to-
gether right away. Find Alton and
bring him along. Wen need every man
we can get"
Nothing doing with that party.
He's quit like a house cat and gone to
bed"
Very we'll; he's no good anyhow.
He's better out of the way
He hurried through the building,
now silent and half deserted, gather
ing crew: then, leaving only the ORR
entails and the Waterman to guard the
plant, he loaded his men into the boats
and set out
All that afternoon and on through
the long, murky hours Of the night the
battle ragged on the lower reaches Of
the Kalvik. Boat crews clashed; half
clad men cursed each other and fought
with naked fists, with oars and clubs,
and when these failed they drove at
one another with wicked one tined
fish ''pues." All night the hordes Of
salmon swarmed upward toward the
fatal waters Of their birth, through
sagging nets that We're torn and slit,
beneath keels that rocked to the i'm
pact Of struggling, needless bodies:
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.