Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1914-04-22
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By JACK. LONDON
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; csyyrilht. 1918. BY The cestnry CO.
CHAPTER VI.
Csyyrlght. 1918, BY The Century Go.

MONSTER. prOIOunQly STUPID anu Will
The sullenness and ferocity Of jungle
beast.
True, his published photographs did
not show all that, but they did show
the hugeness of Drawn that might be
expected to go with 1t.
And so, accompanied by a staff pho
tographer, she went out to the train
ing quarters at the Cliff House at the
hour appointed by Stubener.
That real estate owner was having
trouble. Pat was rebellious. ! He sat,
one big leg dangling over the side OF
the armchair and Shakespeare's 'Son-
nets" face downward on his knee.
Grating against the new woman.
what do they want to come butting
into the game for?' he demanded.
Its not their place. What do they
know about it anyway? The men are
bad enough as it is. I'm not a holy
show. This woman's coming here to
make me one. I never have stood for
women around the training quarters.
and don't care If she is q reporter"
But she's not an ordinary reporter"
Stubener interposed. you've heard
Of the Sangsters, the millionaires?'
Pat nodded.
"Well, she's one Of them. She's high
society and all that stuff. She could
be running with the Blingum crowd
now II she wanted to instead of work.
ing for wages. Her old mans worth
$50, 100000 If he's worth a cent"
'"Then what's she working on pa
per for-keeping some poor devil out
of job?'
"She and the old man fell out, had
tiff or something, about the time he
started to clean up San Francisco. She
quit, that's all-left home and got a
job. And let me tell you one thing,
Pat. She can everlastingly sling Eng
fish. There isn't pen pusher on the
coast can touch her when she gets 60
ing"
Pat began to show interest, and
Stubener hurried on:
"She writes poetry, too, the regular
ladedah stuff. just like you, only
guess hers Is better, because she pub
lished q. whole book Of it once. And
she writes up the shows. She inter-
views every big actor that hits this
burg.''
I've seen her name in the papers,"
Pat commented. =:
'"sure you have. And you're honor
ed, Pat, by her coming to interview
you. It won't bother you any. I'll
stick right by and give her most Of the
dope myself. You know I've always
| done that"
Pat looked his gratitude.
And another thing, Pat, don't for
get you've got to put up with this in
terviewing. It's part of your business.
It's big advertising, and it comes free
We can't buy it. It interests people,
draws the crowds, and it's crowds that
pile up the gate receipts"
He stopped and listened, then looked
at his watch. II think that's her now.
I'll go and get her and bring her in.
I'll tip 1t off to her to cut it short, you
know, and it won't take long" He
turned In the doorway. "And be de-
cent, Pat. Don't shut up like a clam.
Talk bit to her when she asks you
| questions"
Pat put the sonnets on the table,
took up a newspaper and was appar-
emily deep in its contents when the
two entered the room and he stood up.
The meeting was a mutual shock.
| When blue eyes met gray it was al
most as If the man and the woman
shouted triumphantly to each other, as
II each had found something sought
and unexpected. But this was for the
instant only.
| Each had anticipated In the other
something so totally different that the
next moment the clear cry Of recogni-
ton gave way to confusion. a
As Is the way of women, she was
the first to achieve control, and she
did it without having given any out
ward sign that she had ever lost it.
She advanced most of the distance
across the floor to meet Glendon. Az
for him, he scarcely knew how he
stumbled through the Introduction.
Here was a wOman-a woman. BE
had not known that such creature
could exist, The few women he had
noticed had never preflgured this. he
wondered what old Pats judgment
would have been of her; If she was the
sort he had recommended to hang on
to with both his hands. 49,. 8:
He discovered that in some way be
was holding her hand. He looked al
1t, curious and fascinated. :smarvelina
at its fragility. s:':''- 8: >::,>=:* =
She, on the other hand. had proceed
ed to obliterate the echoes of that frs,
clear call. It had been a peculiar ex
perience, that was all. this sudden out
rush Of her toward this strange man.
I For was not be the abysmal brute
of the prize ring, the great. fighting
stupid bulk OF "a male animal wh<
hammered up his fellow males of thu
same stupid order? She smiled at thu
way he continued to hold her hand.
"1'll have it back, please, Mr.: Glen
don,'' she said: Ill really need It
you know -. .s.s. I'D.
He looked at her blankly, followed
her gaze to her imprisoned hand, and
dropped it in a rush Of SUBMARINES
that sent the blood in manifest blush
To- his face. - -. 81 ~.. !:
She noted the blush, and the though
came to her that he did not seem quit
the uncouth brute she had pictured
She could not conceive OF brute
blushing at anything - -,
q And also, she found herself pleased
with the fact that he lacked the eas,