Evening star., 1924-08-17
Continued from Yesterdays Star.)

Beauty Smith strobe into camp and
stood over White Fang. He snarled
softly up at the thing of fear. watch
hands. One hand e1tended outward
and began to decend on his head.
His soft snarl grew tense and harsh
The hand continued slowly to
descend, while he crouched beneath it,
eying 1t Indignantly. his snarl grow
ing shorter and shorter as. with
quickening breath. it approached it's
elimination. Suddenly he snapped,
striking with his fangs like a snake.
The hand was jerked back. and the
teeth came together emptily with a
frightened and angry. Gray Beaver
clouted White Fang alongside the
head. SO that he covered down close
to the earth in respectful obedience.
lowed every movement. He saw
Beauty Smith go away and return
with stout club. Then the end Of
the thong was given over to him by
to walk away. The thong grew taut.
White Fang resisted 1t. Gray Beaver
clouted him right and left to make
him get up and follow. He obeyed.
but with a rush. hurting himself upon
the stranger who was dragging. him
away. Beauty Smith did not jump
away. He had been waiting for this.
He swung the club smartly, stopping
the rush midway and smashing White
Fang down upon the ground. Gray
Beauty. Smith frightened the thong
again. and White Fang crawled
Imply and dizzily to his feet.
He did not rush a second time. One
convince him that the white god knew
how to handle it, and he was too
wise to- fight the inevitable. So he
followed morosely at Beauty. Smiths
snariing softly under his breath. But
Beauty Smith kept a wary eye on
him, and the club was held always
ready to strike.
At the fort Beauty Smith left
him securely tied and went in to bed.
White Fang. waited an hour. Then
he applied his teeth to the thong. and
in the space Of ten seconds was free.
He had wasted no time with his teeth.
There had been no useless gnaWing.
The thong was cut across dtagonaily:
almost as clean as though done by
fort, at the same time bristling and
growing. Then he turned and trot-
ted back to Gray Beavers camp. He
owed no allegiance to this strange
and terrible god. He had given him
yer he considered he still belonged.
But what had occurred before was
repeated-with difference. Gray
Beaver again made him faSt with a
thong, and in, the morning turned
him over to Beauty Smith. And here
was where the difference came In.
Beauty Smith gave him beating.
Tied securely, White Fang could only
rage futflely and endure the punish
ment Club and whip were both used
upon him, and he experienced the
worst. beating he had ever received in
his Afe. Even the big beating given.
him in his puppyhood by Gray Bea-
YER was mild compared to this.
Beauty Smith enjoyed the task. He
victim. and his eyes famed duly. as
he swung the whip or club and list
,ened to White Fangs cries OF pain
and to his helpless bellows and snarls
For Beauty Smith was cruel In the
way that towards are cruel. Crtng-
ing and sniveling himself before the
blows or angry speech Of a man. he
revenged himself, In turn, upon crea-
lures weaker than he. All life likes
power, and Beauty Smith was no ex-
ception: Denied the expression OF
power among his own kind. he fell
back upon the. lesser creatures and
there vindicated the life that was in
him. But Beauty Smith had not Gre
ated himself, and no blame was to be
attached to him. He had come into
the world with a twisted body and q
brute Intelligence. This had con-
stituted the clay of him, and 1t had
not been kindly nodded by the world.
l. White Fang knew why he was be-
ing beaten. When Gray Beaver tied
the thong around his neck, and passed
the. emu Of the thong into Beauty