The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1918-02-21

and with him was also the panent
Madeline, sharing his pains and perlls,
never doubling, never complaining
His minds retina vibrated to a score
of pictures, stern, clear-cut and the
hand of the past drew back Win
heavy fingers on his heart. 1t was
the psychological moment. Malemute
Kid was half tempted to play his re-
serve card and win the game; but the
lesson was too mild as yet, and he let
it pass. The next instant they had
gripped hands, and the kings beaded
moccasins were drawing protests from
the outraged snow as he crunched
down the hill.
Madeline in collapse was another
woman to the mischievous creature
Of an hour before, whose laughter had
been so infectious and whose height
eped color and flashing eyes had made
her teachers for the while forget.
Weak and nerveless, she sat in the
chair just as she had been dropped
there by Prince and Harrington.
Malemute Kid frowned. This would
never do. When the time of meeting
her husband came to hand, she must
carry things off with high-handed i'm
periousness. It was very necessary
she should do it after the manner OF
white women, else the victory would
be no victory Mt all. So he talked to
her, sternly, without mincing of words,
and initiated her into the weaknesses
Of his own sex, till she came to I'M
derstand what simpletons men were
after all, and why the word of their
women was law.
A few days before Thanksgiving
night, Malemute Kid made, another
call on Mrs. Eppingwell. She prompt
ly overhauled her feminine fripperies,
paid protracted visit to the dry
goods department Of the P. G. COM
pany, and returned with the Kid to
make Madeline's acquaintance. After
that came a period such as the cabin
had never seen before, and what with
cutting, and fitting, and basting, and
stitching, and numerous other wonder
full and unknowable things, the male
conspirators were more often Danish
ed the premises than not. At such
times the opera house opened its dou.
Bile storm doors to them. So often
did they put their heads together, and
so deeply did they drink to curious
toasts, that the loungers. scented un-
known creeks of incalculable richness,
and it is known that several che-cha-
quas and at least one old timer kept
their stampeding packs stored behind
the bar, ready to hit the trail at a
moments. notice.
Mrs. Eppingwell was woman Of
capacity; so, when she turned Made
line over to her trainers on Thanks
giving night she was so transformed
that they were almost afraid of her.
Prince wrapped a Hudson Bay blanket
about her with mock reverence more
real than feigned, while Malemute Kid
whose arm she had taken, found it a
severe trial to resume his Wonted men,
torship. Harrington, with the list of
purchase still running through his
head, dragged along in the rear, nor
opened his mouth once all the way
down into the town. When they came
to the back door Of the opera house
they took the blanket from Madeline's
shoulders and spread it on the snow.
slipping out of Princes moccasins, she
stepped upon it in new satin slippers.
The masquerade was at it's height.
She hesitated, but they jerked open
the door and showed her in. Then
they ran around to come in by the
front entrance.
"Where is Freda?" the old timers
questioned, while the che-cha-quas
were equally energetic in asking who
Freda was. The ballroom buzzed
with her name. 1t was on everybody's
lips. Grizzled "sour-dough boys" day
laborers ut the mines but proud of
their degree, either patronized the
spruce-looking tenderfeet and lied
eloquently, the "sour-dough boys" be-
ing specially created to toy with truth,
or gave them savage looks Of indigna-
ton because, of their ignorance. Per-
haps forty kings of the Upper and
Lower countries were on the floor,
each deeming himself hot on the trail
and sturdily backing his Judgment
with the yellow dust of the realm. An
assistant was sent to the man at the
scales, upon whom had fallen the bur-
den Of weighing up the sacks, while
several of the gamblers, with the rules
of chance at their finger ends, made
up alluring books on the field and ia
vorites.
Which was Freda? Time and again
the Greek dancer was thought to have
been discovered, but each discovery
brought panic to the betting ring and
a frantic registering Of new wagers by
those who wished to hedge. Male
mute Kid took an interest in the hunt,
his advent being hailed uproariously
by the jewellers, who knew him to a
man. The Kid had a good eye for the
trick of step, and ear for the lit
of a voice, and private choice was a
marvellous creature who scintillated
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