The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1912-04-19
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THE GIRL OF THE SHOWS.


~ 1Oh perhaps the FIRST time in
his life Rowland felt tho
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 4
Prince Albert. the last outpost Of CIV
ilization, came down to the river half
q mile away.
But It was into the horth 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 as he
watched the old flashes shooting like
pale arrows through the distant sky
and listened to its whispering music
of unending loneliness aud mystery
there came on him u strange feeling
that 1t was beckoning to him and call
Ing to him. telling him that up there
very heal to the end Of the earth lay
all that be had dreamed Of and hoped
for since be had grown old enough to
begin the shaping Of a destiny OF his
own.
He shivered as the cold nipped at
his blood ada lighted \" fresh cigar.
half turning to shield himself from a
wind that was growing out OF the
east. Az the match Jared in the cup.
Of his hands for an instant there came
from the black gloom Of the balsam
and spruce at his feet a wailinR. hum
Rerfui cry that brought a startled
breath from hia lips. 1t was a cry
such an indian dogs make shout the
tepeps OF masters who are newly dead
he had never heard such a cry be-
fore. and yet he knew that II was q
VOLTS. II impressed him with an "
which was new to him. and he stood
"a motionlees as the trees about. him
I until from out the gray night gloom
to the west there came an answering
cry and hen from far to the north
still another.
sounds as though I'd better 20 back
to town." he said to himself. speaking
aloud. by George. but It's lonely"
Jack Rowland was a Chicago man
For fifteen of his t%hirty-one years he
had been hustling. Since he could
easily remember he had possessed to
q large measure but one ambition and
one hope. With a persistence which
had left him peculiarly a stranger to
the more frivolous and human sides o.
life he had worked toward the achieve
ment of this ambition. and tonight be
cause that achievement was very neal
at hand he was happy. He had neve1
been happier. There flashed across bill
mental vision q swiftly moving picture
of the eight be had made for success
II had been q magnificent 6ght. With
out vanity he was proud OF It. Tor rat
had handicapped him at the beginning
and still be had won out. BE saw him
self again the homeless little farme
boy setting out from his Illinois vtliag
to take up life In a great city. A
though 1t had all happened but yestes
day he remembered how for days an
weeks be had nearly starved. how b
had sold papers at 6rrt and then B.
lucky chance became errand boy In
big drafting establishment. 1t wa
there that the ambition was born
him. He saw great engineers com
and go-men who were greater tina
presidents to him and who sought on
= the ends of the earth in the followtn
. of their vocation. He made a slave q
himself In the nurturing and strength
ening of his ambition to become on
Of them-to be a builder of railroad
and bridges, a tunneler of mountain
a creator of new things In new land
Voluntarily he had kept himself l
bondage. fighting ceaselessly the ol
stacles In his way. t%riumphing over b
handicaps as few other men had TT
umphed. rising slowly. steadily. rests
lessly, until now He flung back h
head and the pulse of his heart quic