The Connecticut labor press., 1918-02-16

weary days of famine and disease; and with him was also the patient Madeline, sharing his pains and perils. never doubting, never complaining. His minds retina vibrated to a score of pictures, stern, ciear-cut and the hand of the past drew back with heavy fingers on his heart. It 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 ened 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 drowned. This would never do. When the time of meeting her husband came to hand, she must carry things off with high-handed im- periousness. It was very necessary she should do 1t after the manner of white women, else the victory would be no victory at 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 un- 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. c. com pany, and returned with the Kid to make Madeline's acquaintance. After that came 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 banish- ed the premises than not. At such times the opera house opened it's dou- ble storm doors to them. So often did they put their heads together, and 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 a 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 a 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 1t on the snow. slipping out of Princes moccasinS, she stepped upon it ill new satin slippers. The masquerade was at its 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. It was on everybody's lips. Grizzled "sour-dough boys," day laborers at 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 fndigna- tion 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 fa- 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 revelers, who knew him to a man. The Kid had good eye for the trick of a step, and ear for the Tilt of a voice. and private choice was a marvellous creature who scintillated as the Aurora Borealis." But the Greek dancer was too subtle for even h roxo4rnAiora Tho ioritx. of ho