Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-09

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Scotson."
So far the impulse had moved M
to be quick before I repentsd. and
the journey gave time for that Lssv'
ing the sweet majesty and serene or
der of the English landscape. made
the usual passage by 8. s. Charon
across the Styx to New York, where
caught a stuny train for the transit
OF an untidy continent. And 90, IN
the starry middle CT night. was
met at Ashcroft.
The civil engineer sent By the Hud
sons Bay Company was Mr.. eacrthce
T. Eure. He stood uncovered. and
while his ears froze, spelled his name
to me, explaining that there were two
syliables in "Eure" with accent on the
first. He seemed to convey m OTTER
Of protection, to claim my friendshjp.
to take charge Of my Affairs. and With
perfect modesty to let me know taaa
he was competent.
He presented his assistant, led me
TO the sleigh. showed Billy where TO
stow the luggage. tucked me into some
warm furs, congratulated me on es-
Gaping the local hotels. then bidding
my man and his own to jump in, took
the reins and asked which way we
were going. ! served as pilot along .
trail OF poignant memories.
We slept that night at Hat Greek
station. where fearful George proved
a most kindly host. He told me Of q
loaded sleigh which had passed last
week on the way to Jesse's ranch. The
teamster was Iron Dale. So far had
wondered whether my name wa
chan ing letter by letter from Madame
scotson into Mrs. Grumble. but nov
the scent Of the pines brought ease
OF mind, and IN the great calm OF the
wilderness one 10 ashamed to fret.
Our next march brought ~ rathsl
late for the midday dinner to FIFTY
Nine Mile House, which marks thu
summit Of the long climb from Ash
croft to the edge OF the black pines
| We drove on. freezing. and right
glad I was to bs welcomed with n
the rudy warmth and kindly cheer o.
Eighty Mile House. There We hat
tea, and secured fresh horses for tn
last stage of our journey. learned
also that the driver intSusted By the
Hudson's Bay. Company with provt
sions for Hundred Gi;s .oSSs tx
gone OF with tho team, leaving hii
slsigh still loaded II Captain Taylor
yard.
The maiisn bush seemed cozed b,
sheer tmmeasity Of glittering star
light - We drove On. Only once ven
tured to speak. asking Mr.. Eure Il
look ont for Ntnsty-Mile House
Horses accustomed TO bait there woull
try to stop. did not want 70 stop.
He nodded assent, and. crouehsl
down beside him, waited until {
brave red warmth shone out across
the snow from all the lighted win
dows of Spite House. Mr.. Bure lash
ed his horses, and In Q moment NOR,
10 had passed into the night again
Presently We crossed the little shak,
bridge over Hundred Mile Creel
then swung to the left into Captail
Taylor's yard. While Tom, the q
sistant, stabbed the team. Mr.. Eure an,
Billy got snow shovels from the barr
and hswed out way to the dee
drifted door ct the near end OF th
building. Presently the Chinese ser,
ant let W in, and made my Va
through the BARRON and dining-ha
to that far door on the right. Ho,
! changed was the grand old Hundre
since days, only dve years ago. {
pompous assizes, banquets. dances
when these rooms overlooked wit
light, warmth, and comfort. now darl
! In Arctic cold, In haunted silence!
crept into the captains room. wher
in an armchair beside the stove, til
old man lay. knelt beside him. tn
. ing his dreadfuiiy swollen hand.
"DeaF wife," he muttered, who's
wife must have bcen dead full for,
years. this hulk q going to BE- ID
mn soon. IN Rotten Row. Cant an
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