The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-10-28
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER %, 1928
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the nervous shock he had undergone
and yet he was not paralyzed, foE
his eyes were intensely alive. They
were wild, baleful: his rowing glance
was like poison to the men l. fell
upon. "
You're due to leave CAMP" h
was told. and you're going 70 take
the FIRST boat from Dyea Is there
anything you want % say, auytbipa
you want to do. before you 20
WANT something to-eak" Jos
answered. hoarsely.. I'm hungry
These were the FIRST words he had
uttered; they met with astonishmeat
nevertheless he was led to the near
est restaurant. Surrounded BY :
SILENT. curious grohp, he crowded
over the board counter and wolfed !
ravenous meal. When he had FIN
ished he rose. turned. and stared
questioningly at the circle of hostile
faces: his eyes still glittering with
that basilisk glare of hatred and de.
rance. There was something huge,
disconcerting, about the man. MOI
once had he appealed for mercy. no,
once had he complained, not once
had he asked about his brother: he
showed neither curiosity nor concern
over Jim's fate, and now he be-
trayed the utmost indifference to his
own. He merely shifted that ven.
omous stare from one face to an
other as If indelibly to photograph
each and every one of them upon his
mind.
But the citizens of Sheep Camp
were not done with him yet. His
hands were again bound, this time
behind him: a blanket roll was roped
upon his shoulders, upon his breast
was hung a staring placard which
read:
\ ana a thiefl Spit On as. .ad
send me along"
Thus decorated, he met his crown.
ing indignity. Extending from the
steps of the restaurant far down the
street twin rows of men had formed,
and this gauntlet Joe McCaskey was
forced to run. He bore this ordeal
40 he had borne the other. Men
jeered at him. they flung handfuls OF
wet moss and mud at him. they spal
upon him. some even struck him.
bound ~ he was
Sickened at the sight, Pierce Phil
lips witnessed the final chapter of
this tragedy into which the winds
of chance had blown him. For one
instant only did his eyes meet those
Of his former terminate. but during
that brief glance the latter made
plain his undying hatred. Nc
Caskey's gaze iutensi6ed, his uppes
lip drew back in q grimace similar
70 that which he had lifted to the
sky when agony ran through his
veins like FIRE: he seemed to con-
centrate the last ounce of his souls
energy IN tho sending Of some word.
less message Hellish fury. a thea,
too bane full: too ominous, for ex-
preston dwelt in that stare; then
splatter of mire struck him in the
face and blotted it out.
When the last jeer had died away.
when the figure of Joe McCaskey
had disappeared into the misty twi-
Light. Phillips drew deep breath.
What day this had been, what a
tumult he had lived through, what
an experience he had undergone
This was an adventure! He had
lived. he had made an enemy. Life
had come his. way. and the conscious
ness OF that fact caused him to
Jingle. This would BE- something to
talk about: what would the. folks
back home say to. this? And the
Countcss-that wonderful woman
of ice and FIRE! That superwoman
who could sway the minds of men,
whose wit was quicker than light.
Well. she had saved him, saved his
good name. If not his neck, and his
life was hers. Who was she? What
mission brought her here? What
hurry crowded on her heels? What
idle chance had flung them into each
others arms? Or was it idle
chance? Was. there such, thing. A
chance. after all? Were not men
random fortunes all laid out in con-
formity with some obscure purpose
to form 4 part of some Intricate
design? Dust he was. dust blown
upon the breath of the NORTH; as
were these other human atoms which
had been, borne thither from the
farthest quarters of the, earth: but
when that. dust had settled would It
not arrange itself into patterns
mapped out at the hour Of birth or
long before? Somehow he believed
that such would be the case.
As for the Countess, his way was
hers. her way WAS, his. he could not
bear to think of losing her. She
was big, she was great, she drew
him by the spell. of: some strange
magic.
The peppery old man who. with
Dorets help. had de6ed the miners
meeting approached him to INQUIRE !:
Say. why didn't old Tom come
back with you from Lindesmaul"
"Old Toni"
Il. "Sure!. Old Tom Linton. Were
pardners. I'm Jerry Quirk.
'He was tired OUT :
"Tired!" MI. Quirk snorted de-
fiSively. "What tired him? He
can't tote enough grub to satisfy
his own hunger. Me. I'm double
ppin'-relayiR ONE stuff. TO the
Summit and breakin my back, at it.
! can't make him understand we'd
ought to. keep the outfit together {:
he's got s scattered like mad
woman's hair. But old Toms in
the sere and yellow leaf: he's on