Tombstone epitaph., 1918-06-09

Elliot was none the less guilty. Th<
 heart of the Scotsman was bitter
 within him. He intended to see that
 his enemies paid to the last ounce. He
 would hurry them to the galiows Il
 money and influence could do 1t. None the less. his doubts persisted
 If they had planned the bank robbery,
 why did they wait so long to buy sup.
 plies for their escapef Why had they
 not taken the river instead of the hill
 trailf The story that his enemies told
 hung together. It had the ring of truth. The facts supported 1t. One piece of evidence in their favor Macdonald alone knew. It lay buried in the deep snows of the hills. Re shut his strong teeth In the firm re. solve that 1t should stay there.
 
 The weather had moderated . good deal. but the trail was . protected forest one. The two teams now going down had come up. % that the path was packed fairly hard and smooth. Holt lay propped on his own sled against the sieeping-baga Sheba mushed behind Gordon. She chatted with them both. but ignored entirely the existence of Macdonald, who fol. lowed with his winning Siberian dogs.
 Though she tried not to let her lover know 1t. Sheba was troubled at heart. Gordon was practically the prisoner of man who hated him bitterly, who be- lieved him guilty of murder. and who would go through fire to bring punish ment home to him. She knew the power of Macdonald. With the money back of him. he had for two years fought against and almost prevailed over . strong public opinion in the United States. He was as masterful in his hatred as in his love. The dominant, fighting figure in the Northwest, he trod his sturdy wy through opposition like . CoiossuA
 Nor did she any longer have any illusions about him. He could be both ruthless and interruptions when 1t suited his purpose. As the day wore toward noon. her spirits dropped. She was tired physically. and this reacted upon her courage.
 The warmer weather was spelling the trail. It became % soft and mushy that though snowshoes were needed they could not be worn on account of the heavy snow which clung to them every time . foot was lifted. They wore mukluks. but Sheba was vet to the knees. The spring had gone from her step. Her shoulders began to sag.
 For some time Gordon's eye had been seeking . good place for . day camp. He found N in . bit cH open timber above the trail, and without . word he swung his team from the path.
 "where are you goingr demanded 
 -Going to rest for an hour," was E- liot's curt answer.
 Macdonald's jaw clamped. He strode l through the snow beside the | trail. "We1l see about that"
 The younger man faced him angrily. | Can't you see she is done, manf There | Is not another mile of travel in her un- til she has rested"
 The hard. gray eyes of the Alaskan took in the slender. weary figure iean- Ing against the sled. On . soft and mushy trail like this. where every punched a hole in the loose snow. the dogs could not traved with my extra weight. A few miles farther Town they would come to . main -trav- lied road and the going would be bet ter. But tin then she must walk. Mac lonaid gave way with gesture of his hand and turned on his heel.
 At the campfire Sheba dried her stockings, caribou mitts and hort skirts. Too tired to eat, she orced herself to swallow . few bites md drank eagerly some tea Gordon lad brought blankets from the sled md be persuaded her to lie down for ] few minutes.
 sYou1l call me soon if should leep." she said drowsily. and her eyes vere closed almost before the words Vere off her lips. When Macdonald came to order the tart half an hour later. she was st1ll SttcYs ulvS uCE uootuEN AsAAr I tes.. he said grufny. Youth b resilient. Sheba awoke essed and ready fer work While Gordon was untangiing the oes she was left alone for . minute |, 'ith the mineowner. i. The hungry look In his eyes touched CT. Impuldvely shs held out her and. "You're going to be fair. aren't you, fr. Macdonaldf Becauss you-donr !. ke him-you woo't-r He looked straight into the dark Dpealing eyes. I'm going to be fair } Robert Milton." he told her harsh- r. I'm going to zee his murderers : anged If 1t costs me every dollar I ' ave in the world" ~Nooe of us objects to justice," she : i'd him proudly. -Gordoo has noth- {. 'g to fear if only the truth is told" Then why come to msr' he d. . anded. She hesitated: then with . Wistful 4 ftls smile. spoke what was in her . eart I'm afraid you won't do jus 1. e to yourseif. You're good-and nve-and strong. But you're veFy o illful and set I dont want to lose z ' friend I want to know that he is ii n ' h~~~ h~la~~~A hgun - ~,~A ! -