Evening star., 1924-08-24

| smallness and puniness on the day
| he first came in from the Wild to the
| village of Gray Beaver, so now, in
his full-grown stature and pride or
| strength, he was made to feel small
| and puny. And there were so many
| gods He was made dizzy by the
swarming of them. The thunder of
| the streets smote upon his ears. He
! was bewildered by the tremendous
and endless rush and movement of
| things. AS never before, he felt his
| dependence on the love-master, close
at whose heels he followed, no mat
| ter what happened - never losing
| sight of him.
But White Fang was to have no
| more than nightmare vision of the
| city-an experience that was like a
| bad dream, unreal and terrible, that
! haunted him for long after in his
| dreams. He was put into a baggage
| car by the master, chained in a cor
ner in the midst of heaped trunks and
| ValiSeS. Here a squat and brawny
! god held sway, with much noise, hurl-
! ing trunks and boxes about, drag
| ging them in through the door and
| tossing them into the piles, or fling
| ing them out of the door, smashing
| and crashing. to other gods who
| awaited them
And here, in this inferno of lug
|
| the master-or, at least, White Fang
| thought he was deserted, until he
Smclled out the masters canvas
clothes bag alongside of him and pro-
ceeded to mount guard over them.
Bout time you come" growled
| the god of the car, an hour later.
when Weldon Scott appeared at the
| door. THAT dog of yourn won't let
| me lay a finger on your stuff"
| White Fang emerged from the car.
He was aStonished. The nightmare
city was gone. The car had been to
| him no more than a room in house,
| and when he had entered it the city
| had been all around him. In the in
| terval the city had disappeared. The
| roar of it no longer dinned upon his
| ears. Before him was smiling coun-
! try, streaming with sunshine, lazy
with quietude But he had little time
| to marvel at the transformation. He
| accepted it as he accepted all the
unaccountable doingS and manifesta-
| tionS of the gods. 1t was their way.
| There was a carriage waiting. A
man and a woman approached the
master. The womans arms went out
and clutched the master around the
| neck-a hostile act! The next mo-
ment Weldon Scott had torn loose
from the embrace and closed with
| ing, raging demon.
ITS all right, mother" Scott was
saying as he kept tight hold of White
! Fang and placated him. He thought
| you were going to injure Inc, and he
wouldn't stand for it. It's all right;
it's all right. He'll learn soon
| enough"
And in the meantime I may be
| permitted to love my son when his
ha Inn had
| though she was pale and weak from
| the fright.
| She looked at White Fang, who
snarled and bristled and glared ina le-
violently.
He'll have to learn. and he shall
without postponement." Scott said.
He spoke softly to White Fang un-
| til he had quieted him, then his voice
| became firm.
Down, sir! Down with you
This had been one of the things
taught him by the master and White
| Fang obeyed, though he lay down
reluctantly and sullenly.
| Now, mother"
Scott opened his arms 10 her, but
kept his eyes on White Fang.
| Down" he warned. Down"
White Fang, bristling silently, half
crouching as he rose, sank back and
watched tne hoStlle act repeated. But
| no harm came of it, nor of the en-
| brace from the strange man-god that
| followed. Then the clothes bags
were taken into the carriage, the
| strange gods and the love-master
| followed, and White Fang pursued,
now running vigilantly behind, nov
| briStling UP to the running horses
and warning them that he was there
to see that no harm befeiI the god
| they dragged so swiftly across the
earth.
At the end of Is minutes the car
riage swung in through stone
gateway and on between n double
row of arched and interlacing walnut
trees. On either side stretched lawns,
their broad sweep broken here and