The Daily Alaska empire., 1931-07-27

StAN ANeto bO NeAAAA OSAAIA. NS NeAA4 go on loving each other, but we can't change the fact of her be- ing the other mans wife"
 There was a long silence after this. Harrigan knocked the ash- es from his pipe and lay down. But presently Pierre spoke again, and there was a timid, childish quality in his voice-which touch ed the warm Irish heart of his companion.
 Are you asleep?"
 No lad, but ye'd better be we've a long, hard days walkin' before ye tomorrow"
 T know-that's what I'm won dering about. You know I have no gun, MT. Harrigan. don't think I ever had one in my hands"
 50 I was thinkin' and yell do better without. There'll be nothin' fer ye to shoot-nothin that ye could shoot, I mean"
 But what if I should meet a wild animal of some kind?"
 Yell meet nothin' bigger than a coyote-and yell meet no coyote if he sees ye first"
 But I might be bitten by a snakel"
 I've told ye what to do in that , case. Av course ye might drop dead av heart failure But the chances are ye will not" Yell carry enough to last ye to Blackwater Tanks and back. If ye should waste it by takin a bath or mislay yer canteen ye ought to die of thirst, as ye probably will"
 Suppose don't find Bruce and Colorado Bill at the Tanks" Then yell come back here to Drippin Spring and follow the trail I showed ye to my place in the Biscuit Hills Ye can't miss yer way to the Tanks because yell steer straight for the little hollow of Mother Mountain. But, if ye should not meet yer men on yer way to the Tanks, or not find them there, so that ye have to come back alone. then be careful to stick to the trail! It should be clear enough with Colorado Bill and his outfit just goin over it, and yer own fresh i tracks besides, but watch it every step. If ye leave the way back here to Drippin Spring and turn aside into Skeleton Sink ye may just make yer peace with God.s 1 Again the silence Of the desert night was unbroken Then Pierre asked softly, MT. Harrigan, do you believe that those we call dead can see us-like person in the wings of theatre could watch an actor on the stage?"
 "'Tls like the priests tell us, I suppose
 We'll returned Pierre. T can feel my mother watching me as I used to when I played my bits on the stage. And when would get my cue to exit I would run off the stage into mothers arms. And just before mother died she made ms understand that death is only the exit of the actor from the stage.
 You see, MT. Harrigan, an ac- tors exit is the most important thing he does. It doesn't matter SC much how you come into this worlt whether you are born well ane all that. It's how you go out that
 really counts.
 Its just simply no use to make good entrance in a great part i , you're going to fall down at the fin l ish. I mean, if you can't build you' part up to the very last line, ant . make your exit a great one That [ what I've always thought I woult | do.
 I've always expected to play thu part written for me so that whei
 my cue came could make my exi l as I used to do when I was a kid , and that would hear mother say : Bravo, my little Pierrel' ? In the darkness the man of tn, , desert crossed himself and mutter
 ed a prayer.
 3 But that's all over now, MI , Harrigan. I'm a rotten failure. , was cast to play the part of req l artist of the stage, and mothe [ saved the money for me to go t . school. And then I gave my schoc l money to Bruce, for him to put r into gold mine out here in Nevada r I don't think can make much c : an exit now. The miserable sod l jerk will just sneak off the stag ]. anyway he can manage it--and tn { sooner the better. l don't thin r mother will say, Bravo, bravo, m 7 little Pierre!"
 The saints keep us, what talk 2 this?" muttered Jimmie Harriga s to himself. Aloud he said, We've . mind, lad, yell feel different whe s ye see daylight tomorrow morning 2 Go to sleep now like good boy.