The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1925-11-06

sou wat is dis s'prise blmeby sou
smell him cookln'"
Moose mcatr' Rouletta cried,
MOP polcon vigorously resumed
his labor every stroke cf tho az was
accompanied By loud 'lIuhr' II toll
you uorin" he declared. then after
a moment he voiced ono word. Carl
bous'
Again Rouletta uttered a famlshed
cry.
The Yukon stove was rcd-hot now,
and Roulctta Klrby's tent was warm.
She seated herself before homcly
little dresser fashioned from two
candle boxes, and began 20 arrange
her hair. Cufiously she examined
the comb and brush They wee or
had been. 'Poleon's. 80 was tho
pocket mirror hanging by safety
pin 90 the canvas wall above. Rou.
lctta recalled with smile the flour.
ish OF pride with which he had pre-
scented 10 her this ludlcrous bureau
and It's fittings Was there ever such
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ever a heart SO big. 80 kindg
She was now sitting motlonless.
comb and brush IN hand. when
'Poleon came into the tent for a sec,
ond time and aroused her from her
abstraction shn hastily completed
her toilette. and was sitting curlcd
upon her bed when the aroma Of
boiling coffee and tho sound of frying
steak brought her 10 her feet. With
noisy clattcr she enthusiastically
arranged the breakfast dishes
GOSH | max bad nurse FOR hos
pital." Polcon grinned You eat
him out OF house an lot" lie fin
ished his meal. then looked on until
Rouletta leaned hack with rcgretful
satisfaction; thereupon he broke out
WAL. got more s'prise for you"
"You--you can't surprise toad
and--I feel Just like one. Isn't food
good7"
Now Roule,ta had learned much
about this bog woodSman's peculiar
tiles. among other things sho had
discovered that he took extravaganza
delight IN HIS so-ealled 's'prises"
what Is my new H'prtseT" shs
qucried. but. without answering
'Poleon rose and left the tent. he was
back a moment later with a bundle
In his hands. This bundle he un-
rolled. displaying a fine fur parka.
the hood OF which was fringcd with
deep fox-tail facing. the skirt and
sleeves OF an elaborate chccker-b board
pattern Of multl-colored skins.
How wondertulr' she cried rs
lit FOR mef'
Rouletta slipped into the parka.
she donncd cap and mittens; and
Poleon was In mpturcs.
You're good and true-and -
EouIetta faltcrcd. then added. ferv-
entity; II shalt always thank God for
knowing you
Now above all things Dorat dread.
Ell his sisters" serious moods or
any expression OF her gratitude: no
waved her words aside with an airy
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we don't stop dis place no longer.
Tomorrow we start for Dyea. wat
you tink OF dat. ch7 Pretty quccck
you DO home" when his nearer dis
played no great animation at the
pruspec; he exclaimed. In pcrplcxity.
You fonny gal Amt you care?"
Il have no home. she grayely told
him II have no people. either. You
see. We lived queer LIE. father and
T."
'So7" 'poleou was puzzled.
I'm not going outside I'm go
ing 10 Dawson. BE a thorobred.
Don't weaken That's what he al.
ways said. sam Kirby followed the
frontier and nc made HIS money
there. Wen. I'm his girl. his blood
is IN me. I'm going thru"
'P0Icou's brow was furrowed In
deep thought; II cleared slowly.
Dawson she's bad city. but you're
brave IN gal and-badncss Is here"
he tapped his chest with huge fore
finger. I'm satisfy! We 20 to Daw.
SON"
Your work is here" the girl pro.
tested. II can't take you away from
It."
"Fonuy ting bout work." 'Polcou
said. with a grin Plenty tam try
TO run away from him, but always
he catch up wit me-"
You're a poor man. I can't let
you sacrifice too much"
Poor" Tho pilot opened his eyes
In amazement Mon Dicu. I'm
reech feller. Anybody Is rcech 80
long he's well an happy. Mcbbc I
sell my claim"
Your claim? Have you a claim
At Dawson7"
The man nodded Indifferently. II
stake him las winter. He's pretty
claim TO look at--pienty snow, nice
tree for cabin, dry wood. everything
but gold. Mebbc sell him for beeg
price"
why doesn't 1t have any Eold?''
Rouletta was genuinely curious.
why? Because / stake him"
Poleon laughed heartily. Dose claim
I stake dey never has so much gold
you can sec wit your eye. Not one,
an stawe tousan' Nc, | hear dose
man talk bout million dollar; I'm
I'm drinkin' heavy so tink I be
millionaire. too. But bimcby I'm
sober agIn an my money she's gone
I'm restless fcller; don stop long
no place"
What makes you think it's a poor
claim?"
'Poleon shrugged. "All my claim
is poor. Ne. I'm onlucky. Mebbc
so don't care enough for bein
reech. wat III do wit pile oil
money. oh? Drink him up? Gamblof
OATS fun for while. Every spring
sell my fur an have beeg tam; two
weeks I'm drunk, but---dats plenty,
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