Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-08-02

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With Naive Abandon She Flung Her.
self at Him.
enough to hot foot It over there. all
right. Georgell haul your blankets
and grub and help you through. 1fyou
don't, just stick to your twelve week
and percentage"
"Well, I'll go as light as can" said
the wrathful gazelle, "but I've got to
have few clothes If I'm going to be
married." Then as Riley withdrew she
cornered George.
Say, this amt any kid about Pete
making strike, is it? How much do
you think he's goty'
"Old Mrs. Natures good bookkeep-
er, amt she?' George observed to Ri
ley a little later. "a Teller never gets
somethin' for nothin'. Now. there's
Pete. He makes a strike, then draws
this here gaelic for an antidote."
Reminds me Of early days at Forty
Mile" said the other. "durin' the fe-
male drought. before the stampede.
There wasn't a white woman in camp
never had been. One spring right
after the cleanup all the boys was at
the post waitin' for the first steamer
and eatin' cornmeal sacks, gum boots,
socks and various similar nutriments,
when skiff drifts round the upper
point-comin' like mill race. BY n
by they see man and two real wom-
en- in it-palefaces. Whitewater KEEL
" runs down and jumps into his canoe
and paddles out yellin' fit to bust.
shouts:
Hello, out there! Is either one of
them parties singleY
"The man yells back:
Yes, one Of 'emv
"'Well, bring her ashore says he;
4 want to marry her."
Seems to me Mcdonald is takin'
longer chances than Whitewater did,"
1t is said in the north that to know
man you must eat sack Of -four with
him. That is true. Having done SO. a
week on the winter trail will show
black depths, raw, ugly cankers in his
disposition that nothing else could, bar
ring always the travail of the whip
saw. Trail life reveals men as they
are-not pleasant sight at best. these
glimpses Of naked souls. The harden
ed "musher," goaded by the annoy
ances Of travel must grip his temper
with firm hands, for when fatigue
clutches and the cold weighs like a
crushing, hungry thing, when spent
from snowshoes and irritated by the
swapping team, wet with sweat that
freezes in the night air and beset by
cold and hunger it is then that crimes
are born. The querulous word. the in
suit, the blind fury-then regrets and
dissolutions of partnership.
Jcc S!!sce kne" eli this. for he was
an old timer and had built road
house where travellers gladly yielded to
e1tortion rather than face the rigors
Of night camp. It was good stand,
sixty miles from town. in a windy can
yon, one days drive for stampeders,
two for freighters.
AS he chopped his nights wood he
heard far up stream the sound Of
voice, shrlll and clear on the still.
sharp air; also the shrek Of steel run
ners on dry snow.
"Tll bet it's tough sleddin' today" he
thought. Must be Ike pullin' through
loose sand. Hear 'em grit As the
cavalcade approached he whistled
wonderingly.
Sounds like woman-and a plumb
ornery one, too. from the way she
keeps jawin'."
II won't do It. won't walk a step.
I'm tired. and III ride all I want to-"
came the voice. and rounding the point
above Slisco deserted bundled figure
perched on a vastly overloaded sled,
while squatty looking man pushed
behind, aiding weary dog team. An
Indian boy labored listlessly, urging
the animals with native talk.
Talk about patience-that mans got
old Job looking like teethin' baby!
lord! Idee Of anybody rdin' in this
SOlu "SoIhSh-uA empty oICu "ouAA
stick to the snow! Guess they must
be man and wife. II was him I'd
make It man and corpse"
When they pulled up before the dug
out the woman fed inside, while the
man moved YEARLY up to unhitch the
dogs where they lay exhausted in their
harness.
Then Joe recognized his visitor.
Hello, George! Been married?"
George snorted 50 iercely as to rat
tie the icicles OH his WHISPERED lip, and
the other saw his hair and clothes were
matted and frozen with the sweat Of
heavy labor. He returned pair Of
smoldering. raging eyes upon the ques-
TONER and spoke. while his voice broke
with the symptoms Of long d.suse.
IF you have ieaaiii's towards peace
git inside quick and make silence I'm
at the screorain, point of mysteries. I'm
liable to go bug in a minute and desc
crate the landscape with riots and
slaughter = - 49,;
who Is she? r questioned Joe, safe
in the knowledge Of old friendship.