Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1918-02-01

stanr Aiaiemute Kid and he had grip
ped hands. Though they had never
met, each had heard of the other. and
the recognition was mutual. A sweep
Ing introduction aud a mug OF punch
were forcea upon him before he could
explain bis errand.
How long since that basket sled
with three men and eight dogs pass
edT' he asked
IAN even two days ahead. Are you
after them?v
my very nose, the cusses. I've gained
two days on them already pick them
up on the next run"
Reckon they'll show spunk?' asked
Belden in order to keep up the CONVEX
sation, for Malemute Kid already had
the coffeepot ON and was busily frying
bacon and moose meat
The stranger significantly tapped his
revolvers.
"When'd yeh leave Dawson?'
Twelve o'clock"
Last night?n as a matter of course.
To-day"
A murmur of surprise passed round
the circle. And well it might, for it
/ was just midnight, and seventy-dve
miles of rough river trail was not to
be sneered at for twelve hours run.
The talk soon became impersonal.
however, barking back to the trails of
childhood. AS the young stranger ate
Of the rude fare Malemute Kid atten-
lively studied his face. Nor was he
long in deciding that it was fair, hon.
est and open and that he liked it. Still
1 youthful, the lines had been firmly
/ traced by toll and hardship. Though
genial in conversation and mild when
at rest, the blue eyes gave promise Of
the hard steel glitter which comes
when called into action, especially
against odds. The heavy jaw and
square cut chin demonstrated rugged
pertinacity and indomitability. Nor,
though the attributes of the lion were
there. was there wanting the certain
softness, the hint Of womanliness,
which bespoke the emotional nature.
$50 thet's how me an the OF woman
gat spliced," said Belden, concluding
the exciting tale of his courtship.
Here we be, dad SEE she. AN may
yeh be d. SEE he to her. an then to
me: Jim, yehyeh git outen them good
buds o. yourn. / want a right peart
slice o. tibet forty acre plowed fore
dinner An then he turns on her an
SEE. An yeh, Sal--yeh sail inter them
dishes. An then he sort o. sniffied
an kissed her. An was tibet happy
but he seen me an roars out, sYeh,
Jimr An yeh bet ] busted fer the
/ barn"
ANY Kids waiting for You back in
the States?" asked the stranger.
"Nope. Sal died fore any come.
Thet's why I'm here" BeIden alb
stractedly began to light his pipe,
which had failed to go out and then
frightened up with, How bout yer
self, stranger-married MANI"
For reply he opened his watch, slip
ped it from the thong which served
for a chain and passed it over. Belden
pricked up the slush lamp. surveyed
the inside Of the case critically and.
swearing Admirably to himself. hand
ed it over to Louis Savoy With nu-
merous 'sBy garsr' he finally surren-
dered it TO Prince, and they noticed
that his hands trembled and his eyes
took on a peculiar softness. And so
it passed from horny hand to horny
hand--the pasted photograph Of wo-
man, the clinging kind that such mea
fancy, with babe at the breast. Those
who had not yet seen the wonder were
keen with curiosity; those who had be-
came silent and retrospective. They
could face the pinch of famine, the
grip of scurvy or the quick death by
field or food, but the pictured sem
blance of a stranger woman and child
made women and children Of them all.
Never have seen the youngster yet.
He's a boy, she says. and two years
old" said the stranger as he received
the treasure back. A lingering mo-
ment he gazed upon it, then snapped
the case and turned away, but not
quick enough to hide the restrained
rush of tears.
Malemute Kid led him 20 a bunk
and babe him turn in.
Call me at 4, sharp. Don't fail me"
were his last words, and moment
later he was breathing In the heavi-
ness of exhausted sleep.
by Jove, he's plucky chap!' COM
mented Prince Three hours sleep
after seventy-five miles with the dogs,
and then the trail againi Who is he,
Kid?r
Jack Westondale. Been in going CT
three years. with nothing but the name
of working like a horse, and any
amount of bad luck to his credit.
never knew him, but Sitka Charley
told me about him.
1T seems hard that a man with a
sweet young wife like his should be
putting in his years in this God for
saken hole, where every year counts
two on the outside
"The trouble with him is clean grit