The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-03-19
EVENING STORY
For Self and Wife
BY IZOLA FORESTER

from naD1C ana pTeceQSut lildn any
actual gain in patronage.
| Few guests ever wandered to the
island after the first spring rush up
the river. A rambling tramp steamer
from Seattle or Vancouver would
sometimes bring few belated passen-
gers up, who finding themselves max
rooned at Barclays. with no chance
of getting any farther up the river,
| would take the next steamer down.
| But tonight there was an expected
| guest. Reservations had even been
made for her, special privileges re-
quested, and a new fire built in the
little low-ceiled north room next the
office. And on the old canvas-bound
iregistry was written in a bold, splashy
hand,
Craig Fallon and wife,
i Fallon had arrived on the river boat
the day before, big. goodlooking
lyoungster who had spent the past two
Years up around Nome, and had final
ily taken a steady position, he told
Jimmy, the clerk, with a trading COM
pany.
soon as I was sure I sent for the
young lady I'm going to marry" he
added confidentiaIly. Coming way
lup here from Nebraska. Miss Ken
dalls her name. Who's the minister
here?"
81 don't know where you'll find
lany, unless it was Sandwiches jim
my -meditated in friendly fashion. !
| He's got little shack over the south I
shore, if you can catch him to home. !
Hes out with the Injuns most of /
the time teaching them. We call him |
Sandwiches cause he hands you out a
feed before he tries to give you any |
dose of religion. He was the worst
one up here when he first come out. !
, and then he got a sudden light. That's
the way he puts it. Says the Lord
, shone on him. and he's walked
straight ever since. Wish lot more
> were like him.
Fallon had not returned when the
'huS drew hpfnra @ hotel and i
. Chuck handed down the lone passen
. ger, a girl in a brown cloak and veil.
n Chuck tried to see past the veil, but
= failed, and had to be content with a
U glimpse when she threw it back at
n the desk and asked rather tremulous-
ly if Mr.. Craig Fallon was there.
We'll, miss, he is and he amt"
c Jimmy told her, trying to break it to
e her gently. He came and engaged
+ the rooms and then he went after a
minister, and that's the scarcest arti-
n Gle we have up here. Only one in the
e whole district, 'ceptin. the priest down
the river but he's gone after Sand
: wiches. Guess you had better get to
bed and make yourself easy. He'll be
d back"
That was the end of April. Day
. after day passed by and the little
- bride-eIect waited. Rosalfe Kendall,
u she gave her name. Amakeaug Island
% got used to seeing her when she walk
5 ed for hours along its lonely shores,
y gazing over at the far-off mainland
- or up the vast Yukon in silent ques-
'e tioning.
"a There was no mystery about her
is She told Jimmy's mother, the land
- lady, all about herself. She had gone
to school with Craig Fallon and they
n had been sweethearts before he had
= gone away. She had waited for him
= TO send for her they could be mar
- ried.
IT "Oughter hev married him before
N ne started out" advised Mrs. Barclay,
- sagely. Never let them outer your
sight. Amt any stability in any of
EN-, not one. had three husbands
= and know what I'm talking about
| Here you are, stranded dad on this
| forsaken dab of earth in the middle
| of nowhere and land knows where he
is. You may stay here till you're as
old as be before they ever find his
- bones.'
The word struck RosaIe oddly.
~ There was the old fearIessness of pio-
- neers in her blood, and she had good
Ell part of the money that Craig had sent
We her for her outfit, right with her.
of Get me a guide and supplies,'' she
ed said suddenly. I'm going after him. -
10 They found her Chakomo, a silent.
II rather dumpy Indian who made his
+ way unerringly to the house of the
minister, twenty-four miles up the
at river on the south shore And arriv-
a. ing there, they found it BURIED under
nc NC mud and debris. Chakomo Shrugged
y his shoulders at sight of it.
10 River rise too much" he said
" grimly "Mebbe kill
~, y. He struck at the pile of earth with
SIS, his toe idly. and Rosalia turned away
nc with a shudder
nd I'VE go on" she ordered
''No go On. Go back" SAID
al, ar Chakomo. starting for the boat. She
no tried to run after him to call out, but
NV the utter hopeless WEAKNESS of the
nd fruitless quest swept her, and she
he stood by the ruins, her hands pressed
ne across her eyes. And here Sandwiche:
ed found her when he made his semi.
weekly trip after supplies cached il
Die the shack
Ike He was like a scarecrow, she
l thought, she watched him in the
ely gloom, striding up from the landing
1 his head thrown back his voice ring
Ter ing out in an old gospel hymn, "Pul
it for the Shore, Sailor And there il
of the mass of wreckage he found her
a slim, wide-eyed girl from below,
ed her hand clasped before her tightly a
Ter she waited to see whether he wa
to friend or foe.
cir 'PH bet two cents to a collar but
do tom" said Sandwiches, that your
in Rosalie, There's a young man tw,
miles from here that's been sinein;
to about you in his delirium for abou
his three weeks. But never thought tn
in Lord would bring you down the rive
an and set you right here for me to find
;be Later that night, in the Indian ten
ar where she found him, Rosalie wa
is hiaIIleu 10 OreiS + diIoii' Win d coup
,er of Indians as witnesses; and Sand
- witches. having finished his work
- smiled at them in the brilliant Ma
ac+ moonlight that shone thru the LITE
the fly.
. He trailed me all over here tryin
~ to get me to tie this knot. and couIdn'
- locate me- he explained. I'D gon
- up the river to be with some 81 washe
Ter. 20 80 49, : - - - So
Ia out of his head. All he did was be
re- me to marry him to Rosalie right OF
- he "a M m rr1iphf1- glad q d