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The Alaska daily empire., 1921-06-08
B. M. Behrends Co.,, Inc.

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The Alaska daily empire., 1921-06-08
NOTICE.

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White Pine news. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1920-1923, 1921-04-10
CHAPTER xxxlv.
A Oescrtion,

When the afternoon waned and God
frey did not call on her Gerry was
reused to uneasiness. Had she angered
him by refusing TO make the definite
promise? Could il be love. the sort of
love she wanted. If he could stay away
like this when they could have the
camp To themselves. every one down Mt
the break. no Hardins running In every
minute? Their first chance and God.
frey sighting IT,
lie would surely come that evening.
knowing that she would be alone. The
little watch Tom had given her for an
almost forgotten birthday set the pace
for her resentment. Nine, ten, eleven,
How dared he treat her so? She blew
out the lamps when she found that she
was shaking with anger and undressed
In the dark. She could not see him.
IL he came now, her %self.control all
gonel But she could not go to bed.
She stood In her darkened tent, shaken
by her angry passions.
Suppose that he were only trifing
with herr What was that paper he had
thrust In her hand? With a candle
she found the yellow paper. 1t was
a copy Of a telegram to Godfrey's law
yer. "Start divorce proceedings at
once. Any grounds possible. Back
Godfrey"
The frightened blood resumed Its
normal flow. If he had done this for
her then she had not lost him. An ap-
parent elopement. why had she never
thought Of that before7 That would
cement their bond. Her scruples could
grow on the road. Oh. she could
age Godfrey! She would go with him.
She remembered that she must go to
bed IL she were to have any looks In
the morning.
When Godfrey came to her next af-
ternoon, p~enltent. refreshed after a
long mornings sleep, he found n
charming hostess. She was shy about
his telegram. Enchantlngly distant
when he tried to reach her hand!
II can't go without you" he cried.
lie had discovered her Interpretation of
his telegram and IL delighted him he
began to believe In his own intention.
Il know. You shrink from 1t all. You
dread the steps that will free you. You
need me beside you to help you. Let's
cut the knot. Tonight"
Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow"
whispered Gerty. and then she man.
aged a few tears and he was allowed
to kiss her. It was all arranged before
he left the ramada. They were TO
leave together the next day. Her OBJ
1ect would be accomplished by their
leaving together. He would feel that
he owed her his name.
or course Gerry must do It in the
conventional wayi She would have
used rope ladders had they been
needed. The conventional note was
pinned to her bureau scarf.
Times was with Tom when he found
; 1t. They came In together from the
.
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| sagcing toward exhaustioni mistakes
were made. Another rock, as heavy as.
| the last. was worked toward the edge.
| Men were thick about 1t with crow
bars. They hurried. One concerted
effort. drawing back as the rock top
pied over the edge. One man was TOO
slow. or too tired. He slipped: The
watchers on the bank saw u nash OF
waving arms, heard a cry they q a
glimpse of q blackened face as the
foam caught 1t. The waters ciosed
over him.
There was a hush of horror; a halt.
God himself couldn't save that poor
devil" cried Marshall. "Have the
work go on y
Pour rocks on that wretch down
there? Pin him down? Never had 1t
| seemed more like war! "A man
down? Ride over him! to victory !
Soberly Richard signaled for the work
to go on.
The rock-pour suffered as IL In hor-
ror. The women turned sick with fear.
No one knew who 1t a Some poor
Mexican. probably.
"Who was it?" demanded Richard,
running down to the track.
The young Mexican, Hestrada. 10
tried TO 'elp. 'E wasn't fit"
"Who was itT" Marshall had run
down to see why the work paused.
Richard turned shocked eyes on his
chief. Estrada !" The beautiful
mournful eyes OF Eduardo were on
him. moi Marshall's. Mortified. Now he
knew why Estrada had said. II can't
see 1t finished"
"Rickardr" The engineer did not
recognize the quenched voice. THE
work has got to go on"
1t came to Richard as he gave the
orders that Eduardo was closer to Mar
shall than to him. As near a son as
he'll aver have" He turned n minute
later to see his chief standing bare
headed. His own cap came of.
"Ne're burylng the lad" said Mar
shall.
The minute Of funeral had to be
pushed aside. The river would not
walt. Train after train was rushed on
to the trestles: wave after wave hit
them. But perceptibly the dam was
steadying. The rapid fire of rock was
telling.
Another ridge OF yellow waters rose.
The roll OF water came slowly. dwin-
ding as 1t came: It broke against the
trestle weakly. For the first time the
trestle never shuddered. Workers and
watchers breathed rs Il unit the first
deep breath that night. There was n
change. Every eye was on the river
where 1t touched the rim of the dam.
Suddenly n ehorused cry rose. The
river had stopped rising. The whistles
screamed themselves hoarse.
And then a girl. sitting on the bank.
saw two men grab each other by the
hand. She vas too far away 10 hear
their voices. but the sun. rising red
through the banks OF smoke. fell on
the blackened faces of her brother and
Richard. she did not care who saw
her crying.
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smoke from the belching engine. The
river was ugly In its wrath. 1t was
humping itself for It's final stand
against the absurdity of human inten-
ton It's yellow tail swished through
the bents Of the trestle.
The order came for more speed.
Richard moved from bank TO raft
knee deep In water. screaming orders
through the din directing the gangs /;
speeding the rock trains. Hardin oscil-
lated between the levee and dams, Ink
ing orders, giving orders. His energy
was superb. 1t had grown dark, but
no one yet had thought Of the lights.
the great Wells burners stretched
across the channel. Suddenly, the
tights fiared ont brightly.
Not one of those who labored or
watched would ever forget that night.
The spirit of recklessness entered
even into the stolid native. The men
Of the Reclamation forgot this was not
their enterprise; the Hardin faction
Jumped to Richards orders. The
watchers on the bank sat tense,
thrilled out of recognition of aching
muscles, or the midnight creeping chill.
No one would go home.
To Innes. the struggle was vested
In two men. Richard running down
wonder with that light foot of his, and
Hardin with the fighting mouth tense.
And somewhere. she remembered.
working with the rest. was Estrada.
Those three were fighting for the justi-
~ficatlon of a vision-an idea was at
stake. n hope for the future.
Richard passed and repassed her.
And had not e her! Not during
those hours would he think of her. not
until the idea failed. or was trium-
plant. would he turn to look for her.
visibly. the drama moved toward its
climax. Before many hours passed the
river would be captured or the idea
forever Knocked. Each time n belching
engine pulled across that hazardous
track 1t flung a credit to the man-side.
Each time the waters. slowly rising.
hurled their weight against the creak-
ing trestles where the rock was thin,
a point was gained by the militant riv-
er. Its roar sounded like the last cry
of a wounded animal In lines ear:
the Dragon was a reality that night as
ii spent It's rage against the shackles
of puny men.
Molly Silent had seen her husbands
pull I'm. She watched for It TO
go out again. The whistle blew twice.
Something was wrong. She left her
place in time to see Silent. his face
CHASTITY pale under the SCOT.
pull himself up from the 'battleshlp'
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where he had been leaning. Estrada,
sent by Richard to find out why the
train did not pull out. saw him the
same instant as did Molly. Silent
swayed. waving them back %unseeingly,
like a man who is drunk.
God, man. you can't go like that 7"
cried Estrada.
"Who's goingf" demanded Silent, his
tongue thick with thirst and exhaus.
ton. The whistle blew again.
81 Will" The train moved out on
the t~restle. as the whistle blew angrily
twice. Only Molly and Silent saw Es-
trada go. Silent staggered unseeingly
up the bank toward the camp, Molly
following.
The river was humping out yonder;
the rolling mass came roaring. flank
on. against the dam.
Quick, for Gods sake, quick"
yelled Richard. His signals sounded
short and sharp. "Dump 1t on. throw
the cars In" Marshall was dancing.
his mouth full of oaths, on the bank
edge. Breathlessly all watched the
rushing water fling itself over the dam.
For several hushed seconds the struc-
ture could not be seen. When the
foam fell a cheer went up. The dam
was standing. Silent, 1t was supposed,
was bringing In his train.
Above the distant jagged line of
mountains rose a red ball. A new day
began. And again the Dragon rose; a
mountain of water came rolling dam
ward.
Three trains ran steaming on the
rails.
Don't stop now to blast the big
ones. Pour 'em on !" ordered Richard.
There was a long wait before any
rock fell. Marshall aud Richard walt.
ed for the pour. The whistles blew
again. Then they saw what was
wrong. The morning light showed q
rock weighing several tons which was
resisting the efforts of the pressing
crew. Out Of the gloom sprang other
figures with crowbars. The rock tot,
tered, fell. The river tossed Il as
though 1t were a tennis ball, sent 1,
hurtling down the lower face of the
dam.
Things began to go wild. The men
were growing reckless. They were
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Service men that he wanleu tho 40.
TO fall; to be adopted by the Service
MacLean broke a lance or two against
the absurd SANDER. He was making
the discovery that n mans friendship
for a man may be deeper than a mans
love for n woman. He was n Richard
man. He was made to feel the re
proach OF it.
Wednesday not an Indian reported.
coronel passed from camp TO camp,
! his advice unpopular. Scouts sent out
To watch the work on the river report
ed it was crippled. The white man
would be sending for the Indian soon.
The waiting braves sat on their
launches. %grinning and smoking their
pipes.
Saturday night the camp went
gloomily TO bed. On the Indian side
there was no reyel, 10 feasting or
dancing.
Richard did not turn in until after
midnight. planning alternatives. He
was sleeping hard when MacLean, at
dawn. dashed into his tent.
Quick, what does this meant"
1t was a splendid spectacle, and
staged superbly. For background, the
sharp-edged mountains flushing to
finkS and puppies against a one-hued
sky the river-growth of the old chan
mel uniting them. blotting out miles of
desert into a flat scene. On the OPP
nosite bank of the New river. five
hundred strong, lined up formidably.
their faces grotesque and ferocious
with paint, were the seven tribes. The
suns rays glinted up from their fire
arms, shotguns. reyolvers, into n mot
ley of Defiance Cocopahs. with
streaming hair, blanketed Nayajos,
short-haired Pimas. those in front rein
ing in their silent pinto ponies. and all
~motionless, silent in that early MORN
ing light.
'lNhat does 1t mean?" whispered
sfreLean. Richard did not answer. He
had one nauSeous instant as he looked
Innes' tent. Then he broke into
laughter.
"See. the white horse. no, in 'front.'"
by jove." MacLean slapped his
thigh. "Coronel. They had me buff
faloed. What do you think it Isl"
Richard stepped out into the wash
of morning air and waved a solemn
salute across TIE river. Grayely ii
was returned by Coronel.
"What does 1t means" demanded
MacLean.
ut means we've Won" chuckled his
chief, coming back into his tent.
group of the tribes. If the white chief
would recall the boycott the Monday
strike WIS over. The white mans sill
yer had won.
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CHAPTER XXI.
The White Niuht.

Lord, I'm tired" groaned Richard.
stumbling into camp. wet to the skin.
Don't you say letters to me. Mac.
I'm going to bed. Tell Ling | don't
want any dinner. He'll want to fuss
up something. | don't want to see
food"
The day, confused and jumbled.
burned across his eyeballs; a turmoil
of hustle and hurry of i~nsurrectfon. He
had made a swift stand against that.
lie was to be minded to the last man.
jack of them. or anyone would go, his
threat including the engineers. Silent,
Irish, Wooster. Hardin himself. This
was no time for factions, Cor leader
feeling.
In bed. the day with its irritatiOns
fell away. He could see now the step
ahead that had been taken: the last
trestle vas done; the rock-pouring
well on; he called that going some
He felt pleasantly languid, but not yet
sleepy. His thought wandered over the
resting camp. And then lines Hardin
came to him.
Not herself, but as a soft little
thought which came creeping around
the corner of his dreams. She had
been there, of course. all day, tucked
away in his mind. as though In his
home waiting for him TO come back 10
her, weary from the prlcks 81 The day
The way he would come home to her
please God. some day. Not bearing
his burdens to her. he did not believe
In that, but asking her diversions. Con
tentment spread her soft wings ovel
him. He fell asleep.
Richard wakened AS to a call. Wha'
had startled him? He listened, rails
Ing himself by his elbow. From a dis
lance, a sweet high voice. unreal In III
pitch and thrilling quality. anne t
him. 1t was Godfrey. somewhere oil
the levee. singing by the river. l
brought him again 70 Innes Hardin
He pulled aside his curtain whicI
hung over the screening Of his ten
and looked out into a moon-fioode'
world. Richards eyes fell on a littl
; tent over yonder. a white shrine
white as that fine sweet soul o
I hersi"
! Wandering into the night, Godfre
= passed down the river. singing. Hi
voice, the footlights, the iistenin
! great audiences were calling to hin
White Pine news. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1920-1923, 1921-04-10
CHAPTER xxxv.
A Corner of His Heart

The second evening after the closure
Richard was dining with the Mar
shalls IN their ar. The Palmyra was
to pull u the next day. Hardin's
name was brought up by Tod Mar
shall. "She a light potatoes" he
dismissed the woman. But she's
broken the mans spirit"
Richard. It was discovered. had
nothing to say on the subject OF the
e%lopement.
I'm sorry his sister is not here to-
night" began Marshall mlschleyously.
II did ask her. Tod" Claudia has
tened to interrupt her lord. But shs
would not leave her brother her last
evening"
Her last EVENING"" exclaimed Rick
ard. as she going awayf"
Marshall subdued his twinkle. I'VE
are carrying her of. She Is to visit
Mrs. Marshall while l am on the
road"
Richard gulped down his coffee.
boiling. Mrs. Marshall. will you let
me run away earlyg" Why should he
give any excuse7 They knew what no
was running away forl
lie made his way TO the little white
tent on the far side of the trapezium.
Innes. by the door. was bidding good.
by TO Sonora Mnldonado.
lie forgot to greet the Mexican. She
stood waiting: her eyes full OF him.
Surely. the kind senior had something
TO say 10 her? lie Ind taken the white
girls hand. lie "a staring into the
white girls eyes. Something came to
her. n memory like forgotten music.
Silently. she slipped AWAY Into the
night.
Richard would not release Innes'
hand; her eyes could not meet the
look In his.
"Come PM and have a walk with
mel You were not going TO tell me
you were going. You were running
away from meT"
"You know that l love you! I have
been waiting for this minute, this
woman. all these lonely years"
Her head she kept turned from him.
lie could not see the little maternal
smile that ran around the curves OF
her mouth. Those years. filled to the
brim with stern work. had not been,
lonely. Lonely moments he had had,
that was all.
Nothing for met" He stopped. and
made he fker him. ty takirg both Of
her hands In his.
She would not look at him yet
would not meet the look which always
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river. Neither had noticed the odd
looks from the men Is they passed
through the encampment. a dozen
men had seen Hardin's wife leave for
the North with Godfrey.
Gerty's letter told Tom that IL was
all over. She had tried to stand II, 70
be true even through his cruelty. but
a feeling stronger than she IA made
her true to herself. and 30 true at last
to him!
Innes' revulsion lacked speech. Thel
COMMON blatter sickened her. Shel
could offer no comfort. His eyes told
her 1t was worse than death.
He struck of her hand when itl
touched his shoulder. Gerty's hand
had coerced him that way. He wasl
done with ~softness.
His silence oppressed her. This vas
a man she did not know inarticulate.
seitten. She told herself that ~ a
sister was an intruder-but she was
afraid to leave him alone. She took
q station by her own tent door. She
would not go down TO dinner. For hours
she watched his tent. When II grew
dark she could no longer endure It
She found him where she had left him.
She forced herself toward the vol,
cano's edge; and the swift eruption
scorched her. 1t was the pitiable wreck
OF dignity, of pride. His words were
incoherent his wrath involved his SIS
ter. crouching in tears. Times shrank
from him, the man she did not know.
The coarse streak was uncovered In all
its responsiveness. lie turned or lines
suddenly. She was crying, a huddled
heap ON the couch.
i've had enough crytng-between
you and Gerry. VIII you get out? I've
got to have some sleep"
Through her sobs he could make out
that she was afraid to leave him.
"Well. then. I'll go. I'm used to hav-
ing to leave my own tent. a dogs nfe."
He flung out into the night.
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To him. the flooded levee. thu
g~listening water. made a star-se1
scene. He was treading the boards
the rushing waters by the bank gavt
the orchestration for his melody-"Ls
Donna e Mobile" He began It to Cert,
Hardin she would hear II In her tent
she would take it as the tender re
proach he had leased here with thai
afternoon in the ramada.
He gave for encore n ballad long
forgotten he had pulled 1t back from
the cobwebs of two decades: he had
made 1t his own
"But. my darling, you will be,
Ever young and fair to me-"
1t came. the soaring voice. to Tom
Hardin, outside Gerty's tent on his
lonely cot. He knew that song. Dis
dained by his wife. "A pretty figure a
man cuts. If his wife can't stand
him. who can? He wasn't good enough
for her. He was rough. His life had
kept him from fitting himself to her
taste. She needed people who could
talk like Richard. sing like Godfrey.
People, other people. might miscon-
strue her preferences. He knew they
were not f%lrtations: she needed her
kind. She would always keep straight:
she was straight as n whip. Life was
as hard for her as II was for him ne
could feel sorry for her; his pity was
divided between the two of them. the
husband. the wife, both lonely In their
own way.
On the other side of the canvas
walls. Gerty Hardin lay listening to
the message meant for her. The tickle
sex. he had called hers; no constancy
In woman, he had declared. fondling
her hair. He had tried to coax her
into pledges. pledges which were also
disayowals to the man outside.
Silver threads, Age shuddered at
her threshold. She hated that song.
Cruel, life had been to her; non of its
promises had been kept. To be happy,
why, that was a humans b~irthright:
grab it. that was her creed There
was a chance yet youth had not gone.
He was singing 1t to her, her escape
Darling. you will be,
Ever young and fair to me-
Godfrey. singing to Gerty Hardin.
had awakened the camp. 1nnes, In
her tent, too, was listening.
Darling. you will be.
Ever young and fair to me-"
So that Is the miracle. that wild
'ush of certain feeling, Yesterday,
loubting. tomorrow. more doubts-but
the song. the night isolated
hem, herself and Richard, into a
of their own. Life with him on
ny terms she wanted.
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CHAPTER XXI.
A Sunday Spectacle.

A Sunday Spectacle.
Trouble with the tribes was well
grown before 1t was recognized. Dis
affection was ripe. the bucks were
heady, the white mans silver acting
like wine. Few Of the braves had
dreamed of eve possessing sums of
money such as they drew down each
Sunday morning. Richard began TO
suspect liquor again. In the Indian
camp Sunday was n day of feasting.
followed by q gorged sleep; the next
day n of languor. of growing inco-
hesion.
Richard spoke of it to Coronel.
Like small baby" hunched the old
shoulders. Happy baby. Pretty Don
STOP"
With the next wages went n repri-
mand, then a warning. Still followed
bad Mondays. Richard then issued a
formal warning 10 all the tribes.
1.-THE situation with the Indians is
serious" said Richard to MacLean.
They're getting liquor in here, some
way, the Lord only knows how. Any
way. they're not fit for burning Mon
day morning. I've just sent them word
by Coronel that It's got to quit, or they
do"
Suppose they dor MacLean was
startled. Not an Indian could be
spared at that stage Of the game.
bluff" Richard got up. "They
won't take the chance of losing that
money. I'm off now to the Crossing.
I'll leave you in charge here"
The next morning Wooster broke In
TO the ramada where MacLean sat
clicking his typewriter.
"Everythlng's up. Richards done it
now. Sent some ALFRED, independent
kindergarten orders to the Indians.
Says they have to be in bed by ten
o'clock. or some such hour on Satur-
day and Sunday nights. It's n strike.
their answer. That's what his monkey
ing has brought down on us"
They're not going to quit?"
They've sent word they won't work
on Mondays, and they will go to bed
when they choose Saturday nights.
Losing one day a week. We can't
stand for that. Luck's been playing
into his hands. but this will show him
up. Thls'll show Marshall his pet
clerk. Tell Casey therell be no In.
dams tomorrow" He sputtered an
grily out of the Office.
Richard seemed pleased when Mac
Lean made the announcement a few
hours later.
His secretary was weighing him.
"What do you intend to do about itf"
"Call their bluff" grinned Casey,
showing teeth tobacco had not had a
chance to spoil. Boycott them"
MacLean found Wooster at the river
bank with Tom Hardin. The two men
were watching a pile-driver set IA re-