The daily Alaskan., 1920-11-20

He often spends hours away. Theren be lillle prss In the woods today that he won't see, though nobody will see him. Poor Daddy!"
 "Well send for that surgeon tomor- row." he said.
 She was back in moment, carrying n pan of water, fresh bandages, and formIdable-looking brown bottle-cam- phor. the universal first aid ln the Flntwoods. The blood-soaked ban dages were deftly removed and the wound re-washed. She picked up the brown bottle.
 q am sorry to hurt you," she said. But 1t will keep the fever down."
 You're the doctor" was his slow answer.
 She uncorked the bottle and applied some of its contents to the wound with bit of cotton. Hurtl It hurt so that he laughed.
 Anything to get ready for tonight" he grlnned, under the bite of the pow erful antlseptic.
 "Tonightw she repeated blankly. "Why, you mustn't think"
 q must, though. Big things depend on tonight" She saw a sternness gather in his eyes. Hell think I've left the FIatwoods," he muttered on, more to himself than to her. "It's what he's been waiting for. His game tonight l-and-w
 The girl saw the fingers of his right hand clenCh against his palm-doubt- less quite unconSclously-while the knOtted ridges of his great forearm punched and swelled; but the full meaning of the muttered words hap pily missed her.
 Gan you stand more camphor% she asked.
 "I'll swim In 1t, If 1t will get me up."
 The girl laughed, moistened the cot ton and laid 1t on the wound. He did not even vince. The sting of 1t had become to him q necessity, the grate- ful means to an end that must be ac- complished. Without tonight there could be no tomorrow. She saturated more of the cotton, laid 1t on the gash and bandNged 1t there, drew the blouse back Into place, smOOthed the pillow under his head and went to the kitchen.
 He heard the rattle of the stove, and knew that she was preparing him something to eat. Itsmoyed him. for he knew how pitiful little that kitchen held, and yet she was going to share 1t with him-the best of it-share 1t with a smile, and the grace of a prin- cess. He swcre to himself that there should be fool in that kitchen tomOr- row.
 She was back in a surprisingly short time, hearing q tray of such food as she bad been able to prepare hastily some lroth, crisp toast, 9 poached egg, and black coffee.
 He was sound asleep.
 She tiptOed back to the kitchen. set the tray on the stove hearth where 1t would keep warm, re-entered the room, drew chair up beside the sofa, and kept the Suzzing flies away from his face while he slept
 Noon came and passed. Several times she went to the kitchen to mend the fire and keep the tray warm many a time she slipped from window to window, and listened at the doors for sound of the hunters that somewhere combed the woods. The shadows turned eastward and still the man slept. The day had worn away to mid afternoon when he tossed restlessly and flung his right arm above his head. The movement seemed to provoke the hurt. He came awake-with the quick intuition of the wOodsman knew he had slept long. He started to rise. She sprang up and laid her hand on his shoulder.
 But l mustn't Impose on you like this" he protested.
 Didn't you say little bit ago that I was the dOctOr|
 That dry smile that always started In his eyes first, crawlcd out across his face.
 Then command you to stay right where you are" she answered to the slow smile, as she hurried out To the kitchen and carried in the tray.
 She sat down beside him on the couch. fixed his arm easy In the sling. put sugar in the black coffee. and even buttered his toast. The Pearlhunter had never lived in such luxury. IL was dream-likc some of the stories of fairies and enchanted palaces his mother used 10 tell of years ago in the long winter evenings on the house boat. He half feared that he might not really be awake; that, after all, it might turn out to be some trick, like thnt of the gorge that closed.
 She rose, pushed away the table and helped him back upon the couch.
 (Continued on Tuesday,