The Nome nugget., 1921-12-31
TURNS TRAMP TO
 FIND GIRL HE RESCUED IN
 NORTH ONLY TO LOSE HEP

tramping along the dusty highway or roaming with freight train and headed east. is tramp who in real ity is not tramp and who has talk en advantage of the present condi- tion of unemployment and the fact that there are tramps to bring to a conclusion a picturesque romance which started three years ago in AL aska.
 His name is Jack Searles, of fu- kon, his home is on big timber claim in Alaska. and he is seeking a girl whose name and address are alike unknown to him. He is not even sure she is in the United States but he is taking chance"
 Searles told one of the most re- markable stories ever offered while he was eating the meal he had earn ed for chopping some firewood at a local residence.
 "I'm no tramp" he said. I'm not even out of job. My home is in Alaska. own enough timber to build town nearly as big as this. am trying to find girl Isaw once. And when I learned of the big num- Der of men who arc out of work and who are tramping it in the states the idea came to me that by knocking around myself. by posing as a tramp and chopping wood at peoples houses, or doing anything else that came along. I might find her. No use trying to get anybody else to find her. because I have. no picture, but I'll know her if ever see her again.
 Almost seven years ago I was going to marry girl. The war came, and I enlisted in Canadian regiment was overseas through the whole war, and when l came home this girl, who had promised 30 much, was married and had two children. My faith in girls went out like the ice on the Yukon. went up to my claim and Was living alone. Then, three years ago this winter, I found another girl.
 'I was coming down from White Horse. and it was showing hard. Had eight dogs and load of flour, when, right square ill the trail. found this girl. unconscious and partly frozen. unloaded two sacks of flour and piled her on the sled and mushed on inhaste for my shack on Absorka creek.
 When we got there l took the girl in the house. Her left arm and leg were badly frost-bitten, 50 I went to work on her to bring her out of it. All you can do when they get nipped like that is pack them in snow. so l took most of her clothing off, laid her on my bunk and packed snow around her. rubbed snow on her side and where ever she was frost-bitten until could see her coming out of it, She finally came to, but was delirious I fixed her some grub and started out for Yukon to get doctor. It was fifty-four miles. and the snow was light. Travelling was hard.
 q was gone for two days. When I got back with the doctor my shack was cleaned up like I had never seen 1t cleaned-dishes all washed floor swept, and everything very tiddy-but the girl was gone. All she left me was this'-and he pro- duced a small linen handkerchief from an inner pocket.
 The suggestion that she might have taken a husband in these three years was waved lightly aside by Searles. That she might be living in a hotel or apartment house where his clever scheme for discovering her would fail because of the inac- feasibility of these places to even the most romantic hobo seemed to concern him not whit.
 'I'm going to knock as some door some of these days, and that girls going to open it. l feel it in my bones," he declared.
 Searles is about twenty-six years old, tall and broad shouldered, with the complexion peculiar to men who have lived in the cold regions just below the circle in the north. His eyes are deep gray and smile a great deal; his hair is light. curly and pompadoured. and he wears soft hat, a mackinaw shirt, corduroy trousers and blue serge coat.
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