The Connecticut labor press., 1918-02-16

belLi0S came OH CFdli ID the midst of the excitement. descending upon them in a hurricane of frost. His trimmed brows turned to cataracts as he whirled about; his mustache, still frozen. seemed gemmed with diamonds and turned the light in varicolored rays; while the flying feet slipped on the chunks of ice which rattled from his moccasins and Scotch socks. A Northland dance is quite an informal affair. the men of the creeks and trails having lost whatever fastidiousness they may have al one time possessed :: and only in the high official circles are conventions at all observed. Here, caste carried no significance. Million aires and paupers, dog drivers and mounted policemen. joined hands with "ladies In the center.' and swept around the circle performing most re- markable capers.
 In his quest for the Greek dancer, Cal Galbraith managed to get into the same set with the Russian Princess" toward whom popular suspicion had turned. But by the time he had guid- ed her through one dance, he was will ing not only to stake his millions that she was not Freda, but that he had had his arm about her waist before. When or where he could not tell, but the puzzlfng sense of familiarity so wrought upon him that he turned his attention to the discovery of her iden- tity. Malemute Kid might have aid ed him instead of occasionally taking the Princess" for a few turns and talking earnestly to her in low tones. But 1t was Jack Harrington who paid the Russian Princess the most as- siduous court Once he drew Cal Galbraith aside and hazarded wild guesses as to who she was. and ex- plained to him that he was going in to win. This rankled the Circle City king, and he forgot both Madeline and Freda in the new quest.
 It was soon noised about that the Russian Princess" was not Freda Mo- loof. Interest deepened. Here was fresh enigma. They knew Freda though they could not find her, but here was somebody they had found and did not know. Even the women could not place her. and they knew ev- cry good dancer in the camp. Many took her for one of the official clique, indulging In a silly escapade. Not few asserted she would disappear be- fore the unmasking. Others were equally positive that she was the wom- an reporter of the Kansas City "Sun," come to write them up at ninety dol lars per column. And the men at the scales worked busily.
 0So &o the floor. The unmasking began amid laughter and delight, like that of care free children. There was no end of Oh's and ah's as mask after mask was lifted. The scintillating Aurora Bor- calls" became the brawny negress whose income from washing the com- munitys clothes ran at about five hun dred a month. The twin "Sun Dogs" discovered mustaches on their upper lips, and were recognized as brother fraction kings of Eldorado. In one of the most prominent sets. and the slow est in uncovering, was Cal Galbraith with the Spirit of the Pole" Oppo- site him was Jack Harrington and the Russian Princess" The rest had discovered themselves. yet the Greek
 
 were upon the group. Cal Galbraith, in response to their cries, lifted hfy partners mask. Freda's wonderful face and brilliant eyes flashed out up on them. A roar went up, to be hush ed suddenly in the new and absorbing mystery of the Russian Princess" Her face was still hidden, and Jack Harrington was struggling with her. The dancers filtered ou the tiptocs Of expectancy. He crushed her dainty costume roughly, and then-aEi then the revelers exploded. The joke was on them. They had danced all night with tabooed native woman.
 But those that knew, and they were many, ceased abruptly, and a hush fell upon the room. Cal. Galbrafth cross ed over with great strides, angrilv, and spoke to Madeline in polyglot Chinook. But she retained her com posture, apparently ObliviOus to the fact that she was the exposure of all eyes. and answered him in English She showed neither fright nor anger, and Malemute Kid chuckled nt her well-bred equanimity. The king felt baft1ed, defeated; his common Siwash wife had passed beyond him.
 "COme!" he said finally. Come on home"
 T beg pardon" she replied; ''T have agreed to go to supper with Mir. Far rington. Besides, there's no end of dances promised"
 Harrington extended his arm to lead her away. He ev1nced not tue slightest disinclination toward show ing his back, but Malemute Kid had by this time edged in closer. The Cir cle City king was stunned. Twice his hand dropped to his belt, aud twice the Kid gathered himself to. spring; but the retreating couple passed safe ly through the supper-room door, where canned oysters were spread at fvo dollars tho nIete Tho crowd