Los Angeles herald., 1910-02-13

formation was wrong like Texas, probably, cause
they sort of dritted into the sheep business OF
course, that long ways back, before the AZ
rush. but the way he told it great.
''Well, two weeks after Windy left we worked out
of that rich spot and drfted into barren ground In
stead of fortune, we d sunk onto the only yellow
spot in the whole claim We crosscut in three Places
and raised color but we kept gophering
around till March, in hopes
90 Why did l write that etter?' he asked one day.
I'd give anything to stop it before it gets out
Think of her disappointment when she hears m
broke!'
Nobody can It look into the ground says I. 4
don It mind losin' out myself, for We done it for
twenty years. and | sort of like it now, but m
sorry for the girl
g 1t another whole season, he says. Il
wanted to them this summer, or bring them in
next fall
. sufferip' suice boxesl Are you plumb daffy9
Bring woman into the Yukon-and little baby
50 She d follow anywhere. She s awful proud;
rroud as a Kentucky girl be- and those people
would make your uncle Lucifer look like cringing
cripple, but she d live in Indian hut with me.
''Sure And follerin' out the simile, nobody but
Siwash would let her If she don It like other
feer better while you re gone, what re you scared
about?
He never answered; just looked at me pityfyin,
as much as to say, WELL you poor, drivelin, old
rolyp! -,
One day Denny, the squaw-man, drove up the
creek:
Windy Jim is back with the mail, says he and
we hit for camp on the run Only fifteen mile, she is,
hut [ all in when We got there, keepin up with
,ustus. His eyes outshone the snow-gtter and he
sang-all the time he WASH t roasting me for beng
so slow-claimed 1 active as toadstool.
man ain t got license to excite hsself unless he's
struck pay drt-or got divorce.
90 'Gi' me my mail, quick! he says to klndy, who
had tnkered up a one-n ght stand postofce and dealt
out letters, at five dollars per let
g Nothing doing, says Windy.
g Oh yes there is, he replies, still smiling she
writes me every week.
q L got ali there was at Dawson Windy give
back, and there ain t thing for you'll
u consider the tragedy of this north country lies
in its mail service. Uncle Sam institutes rural de-
liveries so the boomen register poisoned arrow
heads to the Igorrotes in exchange for recipes to
make rouade of naval officer, but his American miners
in Alaska go shy home news for eight months every
year
''That was the last mail we had till June.
'EWhen the river broke cleaned up one hundred
and eghtyseven dollars worth of lovely yellow dust,
and seven hundred and thrtyve dollars in beautiful
yellow bills from the post.
''The first boat down from Dawson brought mail,
and I stood beside him when he got his lie shook so
he held on to the purser S window Instead OF
stack of squares with female chropody, there
only for him-a long, hungry sport, with IN,
dicatons of a law firm in the northwest corner 1t
charmed him like ratter. He seemed scared to
open it, Two or three times he tried and stopped.
:" They re dead, thinks I; and sure enough, when
he d looked, knew it and felt for his hand
Sympathy dom travel by word of mouth between
pardners It's the grip of the hand or the look OF
the eye.
d" What cause7' says I.
''IIe turned, and shep me, [ never want to see
the like again His face was plumb gray and dead
like wet ashes, while his eyes scorched through, all
dry and hot Lines snkin' into it as | looked:
I" It's worse says he, unless it s joke. lie
handed me the dope: In Olive Troop Morrow vs.
Justus Morrow and letter stating that out of re-
gard for her feelings, and bein' gentleman, he
WASH expected to scandal, but to let her get
the divorce by default No explanation; no word
from her; nothing.