Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-12-28
The
Yukon Trail
(Continued)
BY william Macleod Raine

'T see it now you've pointed it
out. 1 was trying to think who he
reminded me of. OF course it was
Macdonald"
Mac met up with Meteetse when
he first secuted this country for coal
five years ago So far's I know he
was square enough with the girl.
She never claimed he made any
promises or anything like that. He
sends check down once n quarter
TO the trader here for her and the
kid"
But young Elliot was not thinking
about Meteeste. His minds eye saw
another picture-the girl at Kusiak,
listening spellbound to the tales of
rlan whose actions translated
romance into life for her. G girl
swept from the quiet backwaters of
an Irish village to this land of the
midnight sun with its amazing con-
trasts.
And all the way up on the boat
she continued to fill his mind. The
slowness of the steamer fretted him.
sometimes the jealousy in his heart
flameG up like prairie fire when II
comes to n brush heap. The out
dgnation. It was no less than a
conspitaey. What could an Innocent
young girl like Sheba know of such
man as Colby Macdonald? Her
imagination conceived. no doubt. an
dealiZed vision of him. But the
zeal man was clear outside her ken
Gordon set his jaw grimlv. lie
would have it out with Diane. He
would let her see she was not going
o have it all her own way. By
heaven. he would put a spoke IN
Ter wheels.
lie was on fire to come 70 his
journeys end. No sooner had he
cached his hotel than he called UP
NlrS. PaEet. Quite clearly she un-
lerstood that he wanted an invita-
ion TO dinner. Yet she hesitated,
My phone can't be working
yell" Gordon told her gayly. You
must have asked me to dinner. but
didn't just hear it. Never mind.
II be there. Seven o'clock did you
ay?'
Diane laughed. You're lust as
nuch boy as you were ten years
go, Cord, All right. Come along.
iut you're to leave at ten"
NO, I can't hear that. My phone
as gone bad again. And if I had
card, I shouldn't think of doing
nything so ridiculous as leaving at
mar hour. 1t would be an insult to
our hospitality. I know when I'm
ell Off"
7vitation. Perhaps some other
ny"
"11l leave at ten," promised FL
OFT meekly.
He could almost hear the smile in
er voice as she answered. every
ell. Seven sharp. I'll explain
bout the curfew limit some time"
Macdonald was with Miss O'Ncill
the living room when Gordon ar
we'd at the Paget home.
Sheba came forward to greet the
hw guest. The welcome in her eyes
as very genuine.
You and Mr. Macdonald know
oh other, of course" she said
ter her handshake.
The Scotsman nodded his lean,
izzled head, looking straight into
eyes of the field agent
Yes, I know Mr.. Elliot-now.
m not sure that he knows me
I'm beginning to SNOW you
ther well, Mr.. Macdonald" an
cred Gordon quietly.
II the Alaskan wanted to declare
ar he was ready for it. The field
ent knew that Selfridge had kept
ports detailing what had hap
ned at Kamatlah. Up to date
aedonald had offered him the vel
glove. He wondered If the time
come when the fist of steel was
he doubled.
Did you have a successful trip.
Elliott" asked Sheba innocently
'aSet grinned behind his hand,
girls question was like match
powder, and everyone in the room
eW it but she. The engineers in
ests and his convictions were on
side of Macdonald, but he recop-
ed that Elliot had been sent in to
her Facts for the government and
70 give advice to it.
Ild you, Gordon? ?" echoed his
stess. MS
think So he answered quietly
hear you put up with old Cid