The daily Alaskan., 1920-10-09

tnaJ lUSIe N SUSn lutlu III tHeSc woods"
 He felt careleSsly along the rusty bit of the spade with his thumb.
 q believe this Is the woods" Maybe hc'S-I mean-he's not dan- gerouS?"
 Dangerous! A gray ghost of a man with a pitirul face. They say he goes through the woods as still as smoke, and leaves as little trail"
 A minute later he had leaped ashore, climbed the bluffs and plunged into the deep woods.
 The root of the elecampane was much esteemed as remedy for coughs, but it was by no means abun- dant. No oua knew this fact better than the Peurlhunter.
 The small stream that feeds the wa terfal al Fallen Rock Is known as Wolf run. Following up along its course the Pcarlhunter presently came to tiny thread of water that joined it from the wesr-probably the outlet of some small pond tucked away among the hills. It is along the open margins of swampS and ponds, and never In the thick woods that the elecampane grows. Believing from the warmth and dullncSs Ot Its water that the tiny stream came from 8 pond, rather than from spring, the Peurlhunter fol lowed 1t.
 It had grown so small that the Pc0rlhuntcr began to fear it would disappear altogether when there came a break in trc forest line just ahead. A scramble through q dense fringe Of hazel. and there il lay-a little pond In the midst of a narrow glade in a pocket of the hills, a delicate inlay in the forest.
 The m#u glanced at the sun 1; turned, auL hUrrlrdly looked about for the clrcampane. Along the east edge of the glade. not far out from the fringe ut hazrl. he found it-a clump of some dozen stalks, three or four of them ready to bloom. The rusty spade was soon at their rootS-prObUbly the first ground ever broken on the mar gin of lhur pond. Three plants he digCrd cut their stems close to the ground. shook the dirt from their c'uS- tcr> uf tIpShy roots, and hurried down the tiny outlet back to Wolf run.
 IL Was upon the grayclly margin of a pool tlat rhr pearlhuutcr stopped 10 wash the elerampane roots. and cut them loose from the clusters in which he had been carrying them. He h9d hutsheI rlr task and WIS storing them away in rhr pockets of his blouse when lhr suug of thrush from some where up tlr stream gradually worked itself across his consciousness.
 The song puzzled him. There were nu,rs-ctrtaiu little foreign flights; a deeper w.tchrry-that he could not have believed possible to a thruShS throat The Pearlhunter had a nice ear for the sounds of the woods. He stole cautiously up the bank. The sound. when bp had drawn quite near, did not appear ,n come from any tree. but from some place down close 10 the water of another pOol-anOther spot just uhrud where the water stopped 10 rest.
 Parting the bushes with the utmost caution, he rrept up to the edge of the pool and pcpred forth. A woman "a girl-sat on flat rock jutting out from rhp opposite bank, her bare feet swinging in the water, her body bent slightly back and prQpped on her hands. her face uplifted, her puckered lips pouring forth the song that had drawn him tu the spot. A sunbOnnet swung from her arm; her shoes and stockings lay upon the rock beside half an armful of wild roses.
 A twig dipped bacl; into place as the Peurlhuuter strained his face a little closer. The song stopped; the girl whirled hrr eyes toward the sWay1ng twig. The man futtened and held his breath.
 But the woodland song was done. She slid back on the rock and reached for her stockings and shoes. Such feet! The rough shoes she picked up dishOnOred them. It would be giving the Pearlhunter uncertain praise to say he didn't look. Besides, 1t wouldn't be true. He did look. It is but simple justice to him to state, also, that after the one glanCe-a glance he could no more help than the branch could help flowing-he dragged his eyes away and held them away till he heard the girl scramble to her feet on the rock, As she gathered up her armlOad of wild roses he had leisure to observe her
 With the mass of color close to her face, it was hard to tell the one from the other-the flowers from the face where the roses left off and the face began. Her hair hung loose, soft and wavy-the kind of hair a roguish shaft of morning sun can change to spun gold; lips like the song a moment ago upon them; eyes like the little patch of sky at the bottom of the pools eyes that opened wide; that had noth- Ing to conceal.
 She was turning to spring to the