Evening star., 1924-08-28
Continued from Yesterdays Star)

White Fang knew the meaning of
"home," and though he did not un-
derstand the remainder of the mas
| ter's language. he knew it was his
| will that he should go home. He
turned and trotted reluctantly away.
Then he stopped. undecided, and
| looked back over his shoulder.
GO home" came the sharp COM
mand. and this time he obeyed.
| The family was on the porch, TAX
| ing the cool of the afternoon, when
| White Fang arrived. He came in
among them, painting, covered with
| dust.
| "Weedon's back" weedon's mother
announced.
| The children welcomed White
Fang with glad cries and ran to
meet him. He avoided them and
passed down the porch, but they cor
| nered him against a rocking chair
and the railing. He growled and
| tried to push by them. Their mother
looked apprehensively in their direc
| ton.
! Il confess he makes me nervous
around the children" she said. Il
| have a dread that he will turn upon
them Unexpectedly some day"
Growing savagely. White Fang
| sprang out of the corner. overturn-
|
called them to her and comforted
! them. telling them not to bother
White Fang.
| "A wolf is a wolf" commented
Judge Scott. There is no trusting
one
| But he is not all wolf" interposed
Beth, standing for her brother in his
| absence.
You have only weedons opinion
lat In ind q
merely surmises that there is some
strain of dog in White Fang, but he
| will tell you himself he knows moth
| ing about it. AS for his appear
| ance-
| GO away, Lie down, sir." Judge
Scott commanded
White Fang turned to the love-
masters wife. She screamed with
| fright as he seized her dress in his
teeth and dragged on it till the frail
fabric tore away. By this time he
| had become the center of interest.
| He had ceased from his growing
and stood, head up. looking into their
faces. His throat worked spasmod
ically, but made no sound, while he
struggled with all his body, con-
vulsed with the effort to rid himself
of the incommunicable something
that strained for utterance.
| i nope ne is not SolHS Iildu, Sdio
Weedons mother. Il told Weedor
that l was afraid the warm climate
would not agree with an Arctic ami.
NAL"
Hes trying to speak, 1 do be.
Iieve," Beth announced.
At this moment speech came tc
White Fang. rushing up in a great
burst of barking.
Something has happened tc
| - c-ofI civ
They were all on their feet now
and White Fang ran down the steps
looking back for them to follow. Fol
the second and last time in his life
he had barked and made himself un.
derstood
After this event he found a warmer
place in the hearts of the Sierra
Vista people, and even the groom
whose arm he had slashed admitted
that he was a wise dog even if he
was a wolf. Judge Scott still held
to the same opinion and proved il
to everybody's dissatisfaction by
measurements and descriptions taken
from the encyclopedia and various
works on natural history.
The days came and went, stream
ing their unbroken sunshine over the
Santa Clara Valley. But as they
grew shorter and White Fang's Sec
OnQ w III the CS1IIlt OI
he made a strange discovery. Col
lies teeth were no longer sharp
There was a playfulness about hel
nips and a gentleness that prevented
them from really hurting him. He
forgot that she had made life a bur-
den to him, and when she disported
herself around him he responded sol
emnly, striving to be playful and be.
coming no more than ridiculous.
~ IL, 1~v,o
chase through the back pasture and
into the woods. 1t was the after
noon that the master was to ride
and White Fang knew it. The horse
stood saddled and waiting at the
door. White Fang hesitated. But
there was that in him deeper than all
Ithe law he had learned. than the