The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-27
By JACK LONDON
.copyight, 1913. by The Century Co.
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 The founder, old Jacob Sangster, had backed his blankets and worked as a farm hand ia the west. He had dis covered an inexhaustible borax depos- it in Nevada, and, from hauling it out by mule teams. had built railroad to do the freighting Following that he had poured the profits of borax into the purchase of hundreds and thou sands of square miles of timber lands in California, Oregon and Washington Still later he had combined politics with business, had bought statesmen, judges and machines and become captain of complicated industry And after that he had died, full of honor and pessimism, leaving his name a muddy bl@b for future historians to smudge, and also leaving matter of "a couple of hundreds of millions for his four sons to squa bbIe over
 The legal, industrial and political battles that followed vexed and anus ed California for generation and cuI- animated in deadly hatred and unspeak- 6ng terms between the four sons.
 The youngest, Theodore, in middle life experienced change of heart, sold out his stock farms and racing stables and plunged into fight with all the corrupt powers of his native state. including most of it's million aires, in a quixotic attempt to purge it of the infamy which had been i'm planted by old Jacob Sangster.
 Maud Sangster was Theodores old est daughter The Sangster stock uni formly bred fighters among the men and beauties among the women, nor was Maud an exception; also she must have inherited some of the virus of
 
 for she had come to womanhood and done a multitude of things of which mo woman in her position should have been guilty
 A match in ten thousand, she re niaIned unmarried. She had sojourn- ed in Europe without bringing home nobleman, for spouse and had declined q goodiy portion of her own set at home
 She had gone in for outdoor sports, won the tennis championship of the state, kept the society weeklies agog with her unconventionalities, walked from San Mateoi to Santa Cruz against time on a wager and once caused a sensation by playing polo in a men's team at private Burlingame practice. game Incidentally she had gone in for art and maintained studio in San Francisco's Latin quarter.
 All this had been of little moment until her fathers reform. attack became acute. PassionateIy independent, never yet having met the man to whom she. could gladly submit and bored by those who had aspired, she resented her fathers interference with her way of life and put the climax on all her social misdeeds by leaving home and
 
 Beginning at -$2o a week.. her salary had swiftly risen to $50. Her work was principally musical, dramatic and art criticism, though she was not above mere journalistic stunts if they promised to be sufficiently interesting. Thus she scooped the big interview with Morgan at time when he was being sfutilely traf1ed by a dozen New. York star journalists, went down to tle bottom of the Golden Gate in a divers suit and flew with Rood, the p1rd man, when he broke all records of lconttnuous flight by reaching as far as Riverside.
 How, it must not be imagined that Maud Sangster was a hard bitten amazon. On the contrary, she was a gray eyed, slender young woman of three or four, and twenty, of medium lstature and possessing unconmonly small hands and feet for an outdoor woman or any other kind of woman. Also, far in excess of most outdoor women, she knew how to be dainffly feminine
 It was on her own suggestion that she received the editors commission to interview Pat Glendon. With the exception of having caught glimpse once of Bob FItzsimmons in evening dress at the Palace grill, she had never Eeen prizefi ghter iD her life.
 Nor was she curious to see one-at least she had not been curious until young Pat G1endon came to San Fran cisco to txain for his fight with Nat Powers Then his newspaper reputa- tion had aroused her.