The Bismarck tribune., 1925-11-23

quered But, without answering.
'Poloou rose and left the tent; he
was back a moment later with
bundle i'll his hands. This bundle
he ,mrolled, displaying a fine fur
parks, the hood of which was
irintca with 4 deep fox-tail facing.
the skirt and sleeves Of All elaborate
checltlerboard pattern OF multicol-
ored skins. Gay squirrcl-tail stream
ers depended from its shoulders as
further ornamentation. Altogether
it was a splendid specimen OF Indian
needcwork and Rouletta gaspcd with
delight.
''How srondertd" she cried. is
it for me?'
The pilot nodded. Sure ting
De purtiest one ever ! see. But
look! !" He called her attention to
a beaver cap, 4 pair of beaded moose
hide mittcns, and pair OF small fur
| boots that went with the larger gar
mcnts-altogc!hcr q complete outfit
for winter travel. Il buy him from
dose hinjun hunter. Put him on.
Quccck."
Rouletta slipped into the parka;
she donncd cap and mitteus; and
'Polcon was i'll raptures.
! BY golly! OATS beautiful" lie
declared. Now you' fix for sure.
No matter how col she come, your
i'll toes Soin' be warm, YOU don
froze your nose"
You're good and true-and--"
koulctta faltcrcd, then added, ferry
emily, Il shall always thank God Tor
knowing YOU
Now above ali things Dorct dread
cd his sisters" serious moods or
any expression of her gratitude; hc
waved her words aside with All airy
gesture and began in a hearty tone :
| I'VE don't stop dis place no
longer. Tomorrow we start for
| Dyea. Wat you t'ink of.dat, eli: !:
Pretty queeck you be home" When
| his hcarcr displayed 90 great ami
nation at the prospect he exclaimed,
| in perplcx:ty: you ionny gal.
Amt YOU Carc?'
| Il have no home" she graycly told
him.
"BE' your pcoplc-dey goin be
| SidN lOT sec you:
Il have no people. either You
sec. VIC lived queer life, father and
II. | was an he had, outside Of poor
Danny Royal. and hc--was all had
| Home was where we happened to be-
| He sold everything to come North
| he cut all tics and risked everything
OH a single throw. That was his
way, our way--all or nothing. I've
been thinking lately; I've asked my
lsclf what he would have wished me
to do, and-Ive made up my mind
| Sop 'Poleon was puzzled.
| I'm not going outside I'm 60
ing to Dawson. BE thoroughbred
| Don't weaken 1Af:frs what he al
ways said. Sam Kirby followed tho
| frontier and he made his money
there. Well. I'm his girl, his blood
is in me. I'm going through"
'Poleon's brow was furrowed in
deep thought; it cleared slowly.
Dawson she's bad city, but you're
brave Ill gal and--badness is here"
he tapped his chest with huge fore
finger. so long dc heart she's pure.
not'in' soin' touch you He nodded
in better agreement with Roulctta 5
decision. "Alcbbc so you're right
For me, I'm glad, very glad, for /
fink my bird is goin' spread her
wing an fly away south lall all de
res, but now-bicn! I'm satisfy !!
We go to Dawson
Your work is here" the eirl pro-
tested. Il can't take you away from
it."
"Fonny Ting bout work." 'Polccn
said, with grin. Plenty tam | try
to run away from him, but always
he catch up wit me-
You're poor man. l can't let
you sacrifice too mich"
Poor The pilot opened his
eyes in amazemcnt. "Afon Dicm!
I'm reccl, fcllcr Anybody is rccch
so long he's we'll an happy. Mebbc
sell my claim"
Your claim? Have you claim !?
At Dawson:"
The man nodded indiffcrcntly 81
stake him las winter. He's pretty
claim to look at-plenty snow, nice
tree for cabin. dry wood. everything
bit gold. NIcbbe l sell him for bceg
price"
why doesn't it have airy gold?"
Roulctta was genuinely curious.
why? Because l stake him."
'Polcon laughed heartily. "Dose
claim ! stake dcy never has so-1nucl,
gold you can see Wit Your eye. Not
one, an ] stake t'ousan'. Me, / hear
dose man talk bout million dolf4;
I'm drinkin' heavy so / t'ink ] BE
millionaire. too. But bimeby I'm
sober ag'in an my money she's gone.
I'm restless fcllcr; l don stop long
no place."
What makes you think it's poor
claim?"
'Polcon shrugged. "All my claim
is poor: Nc, I'm onlucky. Mebbc
SO | don care enough for bein'
reccll. Wat I'll do wit pile of
money, eh? Drink him up? Gam
bic? OATS fun for while. Every
spring I sell my fur an have beeg
tam; two weeks I'm drunk, but
dat's plenty. Any fcllcr dats. drunk
more n two weeks is bum. Mop
He shook his head and exposed his
white teeth in flashing smile. I'm
cut off for poor man. ! maxi becg
soccess of dat" -
Rouletta studied the speaker 81
lently for a moment. II know" She
nodded her complete understanding
of his type. "Wcll, I'm not going
to let you do that any more"
II dom hurt nobody" he pro-
tested. II sing plenty song an fight
lii bit. A man mus got some fun"
Won't you promisc-for my
'Poleon gave in after son1ei hesita-
tion; reluctantly he agreed "Eh
bienl Mos anything / promise for
you, mo srny. But shes Roin' be