Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1918-01-11

Through the perils of a frozen world.
He had never known fear-until
now. He had never felt in him before
the desire to run-nOt even on that
terrible day in the forest when he had
fought and killed the big gray lynx.
1t was his first glimpse of civilization.
He wished that his master would come
back into the strange room where he
had left him. 1t was room filled with
man faces on the wall, but they did
not move or speak, but stared at him
in q way he had never seen people
look before.
Suddenly Kazan lifted his ears a
little. He heard steps, then low voices.
One of them was his masters voice.
But the other-it sent little tremor
through him! Once. so long ago that
1t must have been in his puppyhood
days, he seemed to have had a dream
Of laugh that was like the girls
laugh--a laugh that was all at once
filled with wonderful happiness, the
thrill of wonderful love, and a
sweetness that made Kazan lift his
head as they came in. He looked
straight at them, his red eyes gleam-
ing. At once he knew that she must
be dear to his master, for his masters
arm was about her. In the glow of
the liffkk he saw that her hair was
very bright and that there was the
color of the NIimson bakneesh vine in
her face and NRa-AtSe Of the bak-
neesh flower In her shini4g eyes Sud
denly she saw him, and withTa little
cry darted towardihim.
"Stop" shouted thei man. Hes
dangerous Kazan-"
She was on her knees reside him. all
fluffy and sweet and b9autiful, her
eyes shining wonderfully. Ne saw the
man running forward, pale DEATH
Then her hand fell upon his heed ana
the touch sent thrill through him
that quivered In every nerve ON MS
body. With both hands she tnrnedARp
his head. Her face was very ciOsA
and he heard her say. almost sobA
bingly: &fHl
"And yon are Kazan---dear old Ka-
Fan. my Kazan, my, hero dog-who
brought him home to me when all the
others had died! My Kazan-my
herol" VII
And then. miracle Of miracles, her
face was crushed down against him,
and he felt her sweet, warm touch.
In those moments Kaxan did not
move. He scarcely breathed. 1t seemed
q long time before the girl lifted her
face from him. And when she did,
there were tears In her blue eyes, and
Z the man was standing above them, his
hands gripped tight, his jaws set.
8 II never knew him to let anyone
touch him-Awith their naked hand" he
said In a tense. wondering voice.
-Move back quickly, Isobel. Good
heaven--look at that!"
Kazah whined softly, his bloodshot
eyes. on the girls face. He wanted to
feel, her fand again; he wanted to
touch her face. Would they beat him
with club, he wondered, II he dared
He meant no harm now. He would
kill for her. He cringed toward her,
inch by inch. his eyes never faitering.
He heard what the man saidS'Good
heaven! Look at that H-and he
shuddered. But no blow fell to drive
3 him back. His cold muzzle touched
her fllmy dress. and she looked at him
without moving. FER wet eyes blazing
like stars. ~ =,
..See," she whlspers ."seew
Now his muzzle Travelled slowly up
ward-over her foot. to her lap, and
at last touched the warm little hand
that lay there. His eyes were still on
her face he saw queer throbbing In
her bare white throat, and then a
trembling Of her lips as she looked up
Ut the man with wonderful look. He,
too, knelt down beside them. and put
his arm about the girl again. and pat
ted the dog on his head. Kazan did
not like the mans touch. He mis-
trusted II, a. nature had taught him
10 mistrust the touch of all mems
hands, but he permitted 1t because he
saw that It In some way pleased the
sirL~Ss ..r
"KazaA. old boy you wouldn't hurt
her, would youf" said his master soft
". we both hove her, don't we, boy ?
Caat help It, can Vet And she's ours,
Hesan. all ours She belongs to you
! and to me. aNd we're going to take
care of her all our lives, and If we
ever have to. we'll nght for her like
A--w0n't wet m, Kazan. old boy r