Evening star., 1924-08-29

De nurSed as you would nurse nO-
man being, a sick child. And don't
forget what / told you about tempera-
ture. III be back at 10 o'clock again"
White Fang received the nursing.
Judge Scott's suggestion of a trained
nurse was Indignantly clamored down
by the girls. who themselves under
took the task. And White Fang won
out on the one chance in ten thous-
and denied him by the surgeon.
The latter was not to be censured
for his misjudgment. All his life he
mans of civilization. who lived shell
tered lives and had descended out OF
many sheltered generations. Com
pared with White Fang. they were
frail and habby. and clutched life
without any strength in their grip.
White Fang had come straight from
the Wild, where the weak perish
early and shelter is vouchsafed to
none. In neither his father nor his
in the generations before them. A
constitution of iron and the vitality
Of the Wild were White Fang's in
heritance, and he clung to life, the
whole Of him and every part OF him,
in spirit and in flesh, with the tenac-
ity that of old belonged to all crea-
lures.
Bound down a prisoner. denied even
movement by the plaster casts and
bandages, White Fang fingered out
the weeks. He slept long hours and
dreamed much, and through his mind
passed an unending pageant OF
Northland visions. ALI the ghosts Of
the past arose and were with him.
Once again he lived in the lair with
kiche, crept trembling to the knees
of Gray Beaver to tender his allegi-
ance, ran for his life before Lip-lip
and all the bowling bedlam Of the
puppy pack.
He ran again through the silence,
hunting his living food through the
months of famine, and again he ran
at the head OF the team. the gut
whips of Mit-sah and Gray Beaver
swapping behind, their voices crying
"Raa! Raa" when they came to a
narrow passage and the team closed
together like a fan to go through. He
lived again all his days with Beauty
Smith and the fights he had fought
At such times he whimpered and
looked on said that his dreams were
bad.
But there was one particular night
mare from which he sufYered-the
clanking. changing monsters of cleo
trio cars that were to him colossal
screaming lynxes. He would lie in a
screen of bushes, watching for a
squirrel to venture far enough out on
the ground from its tree refuge.
Then, when he sprang out upon it. it
would transform itself into an cleo
ttic car, menacing and terrible, tow
ering over him like a mountain,
screaming and changing and splitting
fire at him. It was the same when
he challenged the hawk down out of
the sky. Down out of the blue 1t
would rush. as 1t dropped upon him
changing itself into the ubiquitous
electric car. Or again he would be
in the pen Of Beauty Smith. Outside
the pen men would be gathering, and
he knew that a fight was on. He
watched the door for his antagonist
to enter. The door would open, and
thrust in upon him would come the
awful electric car. A thousand times
this occurred. and each time the ter
ror it inspired was as vivid and great
as ever.
Then came the day when the last
bandage and the last plaster cast
were taken of. 1t was a gala day.
The master rubbed his ears, and he
crooned his love-gowl. The masters
wife called him the BLESSED Wolf"
which name was taken up with ac-
claim and all the women called him
the Blessed Wolf.
He tried to rise to his feet, and
after several attempts fell down from
weakness. He had lain so long that
his muscles had lost their cunning,
and all the strength had gone out of
them. He felt a little shame because
of his weakness, as though, forsooth,
he were failing the gods in the serv-
ice he owed them. Because Of this
he made heroic efforts to arise, and
at last he stood on his four legs, tot
tering and swaying back and forth.
1.-The Blessed Wolf" chorused the
women.
Judge Scott surveyed them trium-
phantly.
"Out Of your own mouths be it." he
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