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The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18

swimmer. With one hand Macdonald
caught hold of the edge of the boat.
The other clutched the rescued man
by the hair of his head.
"Look out. You're drowning him,
the mate warned.
"Am ~" Macdonald glanced with
mild interest at the head that had
been until that moment submerged.
"Shows how absent-minded man gets.
1 was thinking about how he tried to
drown me, 1 expect"
They dragged the miner aboard.
"Go ahead. I'll swim down." Mac
donald ordered.
Better come aboard" advised the
mate.
''No. I'm all right"
The Scotsman pushed himself back
from the boat and fell into an easy
stroke. Nevertheless, there was power
in it, for he reached the Hannah be-
fore the rescued miner had been
helped to the deck.
A dozen passengers, crowded on the
lower deck, pushed forward eagerly
to see. Among them was Selfridge, his
shirt and collar torn loose at the
neck and his immaculate checked suit
dusty and disheveled. He was wearing
a pair Of up to date Oxford pumps.
Macdonald shook himself like New
foundland dog. He looked around
with sardonic amusement, a grin on
his swollen and disfigured face.
"Quite pleasant welcome home" he
said ironically, his cold eyes fixed on
face that looked as if it might have
been kicked by healthy mule. "Eh,
Trelawney?"
The Cornishman glared at him, and
turned away with low, savage oath.
"Are you hurt, Mr.. Macdonald?''
asked the captain.
Hurt Not at all, captain. I cut
myself while 1 was shaving this morn
ing-just a scratch" was the ironic
answer.
There's been some dirty work going
on. I'll see the men are punished, sir y
Forget it, captain. I'll attend to
that little matter" His jaunty, almost
insolent glance made the half-circle
again. "Sorry you were too late for
the party, gentlemen-most of you.
see three or four of you who were
among those present. 1t was a strict
ly exclusive affair. And now, if you
don't mind, I'll say good night"
He turned on his heel, went up the
q %n tho al ond die.
appeared into his stateroom.
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light. You'd "a thought it weighed
about two pounds. That amt all, eli
ther. Mac used his brains. Guess what
was in that grip"
"The usual thing, suppose"
"YOu've got another guess-packed
in among his socks and underwear was
about twenty pounds of ore samples.
The purser told me- 1t was that quartz
that put Trelawney to sleep so thor
Ough that he'd just begun to wake up
when l passed a minute ago."
The young man turned his eyes
again upon the big Canadian Scots
man. He was talking with Mrs. NAL
lory, who was leaning back luxuri-
Ously in a steamer chair she had
brought aboard at st. Michael's. It
would have been hard to conceive a
contrast greater than the one between
this pampered heiress of the ages and
the modern business berserk who
looked down into her mocking eyes.
He was the embodiment of the domi-
n1nt male-efficient to the last inch of
his straight six feet. What he wanted
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18
CHAPTER |.
Goinu an"

Going I'M.
The midnight sun had set, but in a
crotch between two snow peaks it had
kindled a vast caldron from which rose
a mist of jewels, garnet and turquoise,
topaz and amethyst and opal, all
swimming in a sea of molten gold. The
glow of it still clung to the face of the
broad Yukon, as a flush does to the
soft, wrinkled cheek of a girl just
reused from deep sleep.
Except for a faint murkiness in the
air it was still day. There was light
enough for the four men playing pi-
nochle on the upper deck, though the
women of their party, gossiping in
chairs grouped near at hand, had at
last pUt aside their embroidery. The
girl who sat by herself at little dis
tance held a magazine still open in
her lap.
Gordon Elliot had taken the boat at
Pierre's Portage, fifty miles farther
down the river. He had come direct
from the creeks, and his impressions
of the motley pioneer life at the gold
diggingS were so vivid that he had
found an isolated corner of the deck
where he could scribble them in a note
book while still fresh.
But he had not been too busy to see
that the girl in the wicker chair was
as much of an outsider as he was.
Plainly this was her first trip in. Cor
don was a stranger in the Yukon coun-
70 hn 0l0r
when it became known what his mis-
sion was.
From where he was leaning against
the deckhouse Elliot could see only a
fine, chiseled profile shading into a
mass of crisp, black hair, but some
quality in the detachment of her per-
sOnality stimulated gently his imagina-
tiOn. He wondered who she could be.
A short, thickset man who had ridden
down on the stage with Elliot to
Pierre's Portage drifted along the deck
toward him. He wore the careless
garb of a mining man in a country
which looks first to comfort.
Bound for Kusiak?" he asked, by
way of opening conversation.
EYES," answered Gordon.
The miner nodded toward the group
under the awning "That bunch lives
at Kusiak. They've got on at different
places the last two or three days
except Selfridge and his wife; they've
been out. Guess you can tell that from
hearing her talk-the little woman in
red with the snappy black eyes. She's
spillin' over with talk about the styles
in New VorI o-,S ~
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18
CHAPTER II.
The Girl From Drogheda.

Gordon Elliot was too much of a
night owl to be an early riser, but next
morning he was awakened by the
tramp Of hurried feet along the deck
to the accompaniment of brusque or
ders, together with frequent angry
putting and snorting of the boat.
From the Quiver of the walls he
guessed that the Hannah was stuck on
sandbar. The mates language gave
backing to his surmise.
Elliot tried to settle back to sleep,
but after two or three Intellectual eff
forts gave it up. He rose and did one
or two Setting-up exercises to timber
his joints. The first of these flashed
the signal to his brain that he was stiff
and sore. This brought to mind the
fight on the hurricane deck, and he
smiled. 1t hurt every time he twiched
q muscle.
The young man stepped to the look
ing glass. Both eyes were blacked, his
lip had been cut, and there was a
purple veal we'll up on his left cheek.
He stopped himself from grinning only
just in time to save another twinge OF
pain.
"Some party while it lasted. never
saw more willing mixers. Everybody
seemed anxious to sit in except Mr..
Wally Selfridge," he explained to his
reflection. 'But Macdonald is the
class. He's there with both right and
left. That uppercut of his is vicious.
Don't ever get in the way Of it, Cor
don Elliot"
He bathed, dressed and went on
deck.
Early though he was, one passen-
ger at least was up before him. The
young woman he had noticed last eve
ming with the magazine was doing a
constitutional.
Irish he guessed her when the deep
blue eyes rested on his for an instant
as she passed, and fortified his conjec-
ture by the coloring of the clear
skinned face and the marks of the Gel
tic race delicately stamped upon it.
The purser came out of his room and
joined Elliot. He smiled at sight Of
the young mans face. "Your maps
a little out of plumb this morning, sir"
he ventured.
"But you ought to see the other fel-
low," came back Gordon boyishly.
"Tve seen him-several of him. I've
got to give it to you and Mr.. Macdon-
aid. You know how to hit"
'Oh, I'm not in his class"
Gordon Elliot meant what he said.
He was himself an athlete, had played
for three years left tackle on his col
lege eleven. More than one critic had
picked him for the All-America team.
But after all he was product of train
ing and Of the gymnasiums. Macdon-
aid was what nature and long line
of fighting Highland ancestors had
made him.
The purser chuckled. "He's q good
I'm. Mac is. Thew say he liked to have
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The Rail Gave Way

purser. Fine and dainty thOugI
was, Miss O'Neill gave an inVa
of radiant strength.
"What is she going to dohEua
Again the purser grinned WI
they all do-the gOOd-lOOEing@a
"Get married, you mealT
"Surest thing you Know, Gti
ing up ask me what to bring y
Of outfit. / used to make out
list. Now l tell them to bring
enough for six weeks and har
ite wedding march"
''Is this girl engagedT
"Can't prove it by me- SA
ficer lightly. "But she'll lEs
Of Alaska a spinster-nd ai
She may be going in to teaaa
a millinery store, or to EeepM
a trading company, Shell
bring up kiddieS of her OWL
do"
Three children came up il
way, caught sight Of Miss VN'
raced pell-mell across the o@
The young wOman'S face @
formed. 1t was bubbling Vll
ness, with gay and HAPPY
Flinging her arms wide, sneVD
them. With incOherent cS
light, they flung themSel7S
The two oldest were giA
youngest was a fat, cudd! !.
with dimples in his soft CATA
II dwessed myself, AUDI
Didn't l, Gwen?"
Sheba stopped and held al
admire. Gall by yOurSelTU
of that"
"We helped lust the teeni@
the buttons" confessed JaH''
est of the small family III
"And 1 tied his shoes aaa" ~.
dolen, "after he had laceu
Gwendolen snuggled close
O'Neill. "You always smell
and clean and yiOlety AuD
she whispered in conilden'S ,n|
you're spelling me, Gwen I,
the young woman. "YouED ,.,
blarney stone. It's a goou D'
leaving the boat today
Miss Gwen had one nO'ss !,
to make in the ear Of her,
wish you'd come too ano'
mamma" she begged "a
A sball-nink tinge G@
milky skin of the irish ~ N
less sure Of herself, mol, =, "a
barrassed, than the aVeI''
of her age and sex. N rsi
"Are your things gatIa1c ,.1 cdet
packing. Janet?" she aS'
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lows. None of that rough stuff goes,
ordered the mate sharply.
The big Cornishman who had been
tossed aside crouched for spring. He
launched himself forward with the
awkward force of a bear. The suit
case described whirling arc of a cir
Gle with the arm of it's owner as a ra-
dius. The bag and the head of the
miner came into swift impact. Like a
bullock which had been poleaxed, the
man went to the floor. He turned over
with groan and lay still.
The new passenger looked across
the huge, sprawling body at the group
Of miners facing him. They glared in
savage hate. All they needed was a
leader to send them driving at him
with the force of an avalanche. The
man at whom they ragged did not give
an inch. He leaned forward slightly,
his weight resting on the balls of his
feet, alert to the finger tips.
"Next," he taunted.
Then the mate got busy. He hustled
his stevedores forward in front of the
miners and shook his fist in their faces
as he stormed up and down. If they
wanted trouble, by Jove! it was wait
ing for 'em, he swore in apoplectic
fury. The Hannah was a river boat
and not a dive of wharf rats!
The man with the suitcase did not
wait to hear out his TRADE. He fol-
lowed the purser to his stateroom,
dropped his baggage beside the berth,
and joined the Kusiak group on the
upper deck.
They greeted him eagerly, a little
effusively, as if they were anxious to
prove themselves on good terms with
him.
'What was the matter?" asked Self
ridge. "How did the trouble start?"
The big man shrugged his shoulders.
'It didn't start. Some Of the outfit
thought they were looking for a row,
but they baked on the job when IRE
lawney got his"
! Gordon, as he watched from a little
distance, corrected earlier impressions.
This man had passed the thirties. He
had the thick neck and solid trunk of
middle life, but he carried himself so
superbly that his whole bearing denied
that years could touch his splendid
| physique.
Strong had stepped to the wharf
TO talk with an old acquaintance, but
when the boat threw out a warning
signal he made a hurried goodby and
came on board. He rejoined Elliot.
"Well, what d'you think of him?
Was l right?"
The young man had already guessed
who this imperious stranger was. II
never saw anybody get away with a
hard job as easily as he did that one.
You could see with half an eye that
those fellows meant fight. They were
all primed for it-and he bluffed them
OUT
''Bluffed them-huh! was where !
could see just what happened. Colby
Macdonald wasn't even looking at Ire
lawney, but you bet he saw him start.
That suitcase Travelled like a streak of
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18

The north inexhaustible which
his Alaska but he peoped it, with
seekers and though all these their
selfxed Wilderness
S energy, of Alaska.
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18

Elliott obtains an ,"sI. All.
to Miss o'NeilI and .I.a S! !
boat is taking on fr'G s,e
90 for a stroll and ..tS,r. tSr
amazing adventure f'''''
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18
CTo BE CoNTlNUD.
Caste in Kha% a.,.

Caste in KHAKI, a.,,
Mayme (as two oincelS 1aoe arS
a glance)-Gee, Oe[| 40 - fenSl''
are 'ntirely blind to the +ber hey D,
Gert-Sure. l guess SS5,rrns,-~JIp
long to that reserve
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18
Cuid FIV lorlare

Here's a theOrist .,cs aS''
think like human Deln'b think
81 don't doubt theo hes9ocEle LIE
human beings VIII" "acAi'
The Snowflake herald., 1918-01-18

drowned Northrup afto,
him." er he bad
Elliot was again follo..
eyes the Tilt of the pir',, ,S%lng v
Apparently he had not bs aove
officer said. ueaFd Nj
With a grin the nn,..
other attack. 'Don't bIa I ope0
Mr.. Elliot. She's the T'a,ae n'atI, yQ
that ever sailed from 6nSIl 6GS,oea
''Who is she?" uOua bsl
"The name on the bo,
O'Neill." OUOSS Is
M From Dublin, you sp,r
"Oh, if you want fl
baggage says Drogbs,.' '' lltesI
Ireland to me-" ~ lelal
where is she bound e..
"Kusiak." WIZ
The young woman ps,,,,
a little nod of morninc O Aer
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
ENLISTED MEN BECOME GREAT
 PHILOSOPHERS

SAN FRANCISCO, March 7.-"Get. ting used to the army" state of mind which many young civilians are seeking to achieve. has developed many overnight philosophers.
 A youth accustomed to get up and go to bed when he pleased. and to spend the day on the same sort of schedule, confided to a friend here recently that it all depended upon the point of view.
 When hear that bugler blowing reveille at 5:45 a. m. it doesn't get on my nerves bit," he said. q think to myself, Isn't 1t great to have a man hired to tell you when to get up in the morning. and that makes 1t good sport.
 When I see my captain going up the street. I reflect that I'm in the care of more experts and specialists than I could employ if I were a mil. ,ionaire, all looking after, me. to see that l have plenty of clothing and food and am kept in good health.
 "The sergeant who puts us through our paces at setting exercises. proba- bly is just as good as any man could employ. if I were wealthy. to keep my body in good shape.
 "On top of it all. get paid. and not day goes by without new experience and a good laugh.
 "t's better luck than I ever ex- pocted to have. and if can do any good for my country on top of 1t all. I'm ready to do it." ..
 A young sailor wearing the red stripe of the engineroom in his houlder seam had his own ideas of service.
 Why did you enlist as hreman?" he was asked. The question embar. rassed him manifestly and he squirm.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
TIME CHANGED TO HOUR AHEAD

By a recent act of congress there was passed a bill for the saving of daylight. which went into effect at 2 o'clock this morning. This law ap- plies to all parts of the United States. At the time stated all timepieces were turned ahead one hour, and this time will be in force until the last Sunday in October.
 Although the act was recently passed, there has been much discus. sion for the enactment of such a law for several years past, and it was only during the past few months that the importance of the extra hour of daylight was made appar- ent. However. that no mistake may be made, the religious observances at the Catholic church will be held for this Sunday morning at the old time hour; the evening services will be held by the new time.
 Other churches will observe the time today as follows: St. Mat. thew's, new time; Presbyterian, old time; Methodist, new time; Chris. tian Science, new time.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
MATERIAL GAIN
 REPORT CARDS


 The last weekly report turned in by those who have pledged them selves to do so shows a material gain in the number of those making the reports. The total number of pledges signed to date is 431; the number of weekly reports turned in for the past week came to 273, or about 63 per cent. Meatless meals amounted to 1929; wheatless meals. 3.5S9; families reporting saving on sugar. 264: wasteless meals. 5.620.
 This report exceeds all others, and is an indication that more attention is being paid to the matter of con- servation. However. this is not enough. There are 431 pledge cards signed and every individual who has signed one of them will have to his report. In the near future there will be a list published of those who consistently refuse to make the TO port they have pledged themselves to make.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
PERISlCH TOOK FRENCH LEAVE:
 IS SOON TAKEN

A little excitement took place in federal police circles last night when 1t became known that an inmate of the detention hospital had taken French leave of his guard and was at large. The one escaping was Dan Perisich. who was recently taken into custody as being of unsound mind after making gun play on Wm. O'Connor.
 Perisich requested his guard to get him a pitcher of water, which necessitated the guard leaving the immediate presence of the room in which Perisich was confined. Dur ing the guards absence Perisich squirmed through an unbarred tran som and took a thirty-foot drop into the deep snow below, and at once sought cover. A friend of his who conducts a restaurant on the Garden Island end of the bridge was sur prised to see the liberty" man walk in on him, and took 1t for granted that he had been released. After few moments stay Dan proceeded to the home Of a friend nearby. and was there apprehended by Deputy Marshals McMullen and Poppell. who took him back to his quarters al fho dofopfi0u h0snif where he vii be more comfortable than roaming at large during the present chill! spell. His liberty was of about 2( minutes duration.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
ONE STAMPEDER
 WRITES ABOUT
 LOWER COUNTRY

Word has been received from Frank P. Manton, who left here sev. eral weeks ago with dog team for the scene of the strike reported from Goodnews bay.
 Writing under date of February 10, Manton states that he had got as far as Flat City, in the Iditarod, and that the journey to that place had been a strenuous one. Continu. ous bad weather and poor trails com. bined to make the musher's lot a hard one. Much severe weather was encountered and at times progress was impossible.
 Concerning the conditions, as he found them, of other places he pass. ed enroute to the new diggings, he states that the Ruby district was
 very quiet at that time, although food articles were considerably cheaper there than at Fairbanks. The Tolstoi was also very quiet, Ophir City being nearly depopulated all those who were able having gone to the new discovery.
 Tacotna was a lively camp on ac. count of the strike at Nixon Fork. where about sixty men are pros pectlng. At the time of writing only moderate prospects had been found.
 Tom Aitken is assembling a dredge on Candle creek. There were quite number of idle men at Flat City The wages paid by the Guggenheims at present is $5 day for eight hours work.
 Manton stated that he would re sume his lonely mush to the Good news bay country on the following day.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
GOVERNOR HAS
 KNITTING BUG

PHOENIX, Ariz.. March 7.-Gover- nor G. W. P. Hunt, sitting behind his mahogany desk in the executive of fice. placidly knitted and hummcd as he received the newspaper men for their daily talk few days ago here.
 The interviewers watched the gov ernor with surprise, and finally one of them ventured query as to what he was doing.
 Just minute" said the governor. don't disturb me. or I'll drop a stitch."
 "Yes." he continued when he had filled the row he was working on, "IIl make a pair of socks for some soldier. I find 1t restful. as well as a way of doing my bit. knit during my spare moments. particularly after have been reading awhile.
 "I used to knit when I was boy. The fact is, the more sox and sweat Fers we turn out in Arizona, the less the burden on our knitting mills. If all of us here knitted. the Arizona soldiers would be assured an ample supply of knitted things to wear"
 And the governor resumed his placid knitting.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
TWO LOADS OF
 FAIRBANKSANS
 HELD BY STORM

Wiring to his wife, George Walk CT, who took passage for Cordova last week. advises that he and sev. eral others are still at Miller's. ow- ing to high water at Big Delta. Ev- eryone is in good spirits and no one is suffering for the comforts of life, so cozy is the road house where they are held.
 With the wire received from MT. Walker there is brought to mind the conditions as they exist along the trail. At the Miller road house there are w. G. Mitchell, E. ( Morrissey, John Carlson Mrs. John Dwyer. George Walker. c. W. Moore Wallace Gamble and H. w. Parma lee and wife.
 At Chitina there are MT. and Mrs Herb Siler. Mrs. Sidney Moore, Pete Buckholz, Shorty Wallace, Mrs. Jesse Buns and Victor Fleischman,
 Those at the Big Delta are held there by the high water which is flooding the entire district at tha, place, and those at Chitina are held by the blockade of the c. R. & N R. R. It is unfortunate that they are not all at the same place. fol then they could hold grand re union of the Fairbanks pilgrims.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
BIC BLIZZARD AT HOT SPRINGS

Word has been received from Hot Springs that one of the heaviest blizzards known in years is now rag ing in that section. High ssHd. ,ac companied by a heavy fall of snow and cold weather. do not permit of travel in any direction. and many travellers are compelled to await the abatement of the storm.
 Much damage to the trails will re- suit from the blizzard. Recently much time, labor and money was expended by those living in that vi cinity to break out the trail for the passage of the mails and freight teams, and this work will have to be done all over again when the storm subsidies.
The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-04-01
WILL DRAW FOR
 PILLOW MONDAY

Some time during Monday nights show the drawing for the pretty satin pillow top donated by Miss Jansa, the proceeds of which will go to the orphan fund. will take place.
 The show at Thorne's Monday is one of exceptional strength and has played to packed houses wherever shown. "The Sign of. the Cross,' with William Farnum in the leading role, will give the theatre-goers a chance to see one of Americas strongest leading stars in a difficult role interpreted to nicety. There will also be a Pathe News as an opener. Admission will be 50 cents and there will be but one show starting at 8:30.