, 1911-07-13
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THE GIRL OF THE SHOWS.

ASt NhD
@ spirit of romance, of adven-
~ ture. Of sympathy for the
picturesque and the unknown surging
through his veins. A billion stars
glowed like yellow, p~assionless eyes
in the polar cold of the skies. Behind
him. white In its sinuous twisting
through the snow smOthered wilder
ness. lay the icy Saskatchewan. with
a few scattered lights visible where
Prince Albert. the last outpost of civ
flization, anne down to the river hall
a mile away.
But 1t was into the north that How
land looked. From the top Of the
great ridge which he had climbed he
gazed steadily into the white gloom
which reached for a thousand miles
from where he stood to the Arctic sea.
Family In the grim silence of the win
ter night there came to his ears the
soft Kissing sound of the aurora bore
alis as 1t played in its age old song
over the dome of the earth. and rs h.
watched the cold flashes shooting lik.
pale arrows through the disran, sky
and listened to its whisperin. music
Of unending loneliness and mystery
there came on him a strange feeling
hat II was reckoning to him ind call
ing to him. telling him that up there
very near to the end Of the earth lay
all that he had dreamed of and hoped
for since he had grown old enough TO
begin the shaping of n destiny of mis-
own.
He shivered as the cold nipped Mt
his blood and lighted a fresh cigar.
half turning to shield himself from n
wind that was growing ont of ihr
east. As the match fIared In the cup
Of his hands for an instant there came
from the black gloom of the baisam
and spruce at his feet a wailing. hun
gerful cry that brought a startled
breath from his lips. 1t was a cry
such as Indian dogs make about rhr
tepees of masters who are newly dead
he had never heard such a cry be
fore. and yet he knew that 1t was a
VOLTS. 1t impressed him with an W
which wal new to him. and he stood
as m%otiOuless as the trees about him
until from out the gray night gloom
to the west there came an answering
cry and then from far to the north
still another.
Sounds as though I'd better go back
tt town." he said to himself. speaking
aloud. by George. but It's lonely!'
Jack Rowland was a Chicago man.
For fifteen of his thirty-one years he
had been hustling. Since he codld
easily remember he had possessed tn
a large measure but one ambition and
one hope. With a persistence which
had loft him nApulforl a crranDar m
the more frivolous and human sides of
life he had worked toward the achieve
ment of this ambition. and tonight be
cause that achievement was very near
at hand he was happy. he had v
been happier. There flashed across his
mental vision a swiftly moving picture
OF the fight HI had made for success.
1t had been a magnificent fight. With
out vanity he was proud of 1t, for late
had handicapped him at the beginning.
and still he had won out. He saw him
self again the homeless little farmer
boy setting out from his Illinois village
to take up life In a great city. AS
though II had all happened but yester-
day he remembered how for days and
weeks he had nearly starved. how he
uau boiu pupeTS at urSt anu theh "
lucky chance became errand boy In a
big drafting establishment. 1t was
there that the ambition was born In
him. He saw great engineers come
and go-men who were greater than
presidents to him and who sought out
the ends of the earth In the following
of their vocation. He made a slave of
himself In the nurturing and strength.
ening of his ambition TO become one
of them-to be a builder of railroads
and bridges. a tunneler of mountains.
a creator Of new things In new lands
Voluntarily he hid kept himself In
bondage. lighting ceaselessly the oh
in his waS. triumphing over his
handicaps ms few other men had tn
umphed. rising SLOWLY. steadily. resist
iessiy, until now He dung back his
head and the puise OF his heart quick
as he heard again the words of
Van Horn. president of the greatest
company on the continent.
"Howland. view decided to put you
in charge of the building of the Hud-
son Bay railroad. It's one of the wild
est jobs we've ever had. and Gregson
md Thorne don't seem to catch on.
Rey're bridge biiiders and not wilder
mes men. We've got to lay a single
hn\of steel through 800 miles of the
wiids country in North America. and
tromNhis bur your motto is DO It or
nustF\YoD can report at LIE Pas as
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