The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-04-13


frontier Westerner knows nothing
of time or distance. Give him
somewhere to 60 and he'll get
going-be 1t 10. 20. or 90 miles
away.
l was somewhere to go in q
vast loneliness loneliness OF
spirit as well as space. A woman,
little boy, q home; the sound
and scent and flavor particularly
the 1lavor) of a life they had
lost-to which some OF them could
never return.
What were my particular men
like? They were IKE all adVer1-
UurerS. Mighty short on la-oi-da.
Romantic films and fiction to the
contrary, l have yet to meet
Zane Grey or a Richard Harding
Davis hero in the wilderness.
Boys like that stay home and
dress windows. Real Eggs usually
have wattles and bowlegs. But
don't get discouraged. Wait a
while. They're worth plenty OF
attention, sister.
One OF our crowd-pan.faced,
bandy-legged, with the toughest
jaw, the kindest heart ana the
SWEETEST SHUTTER ever knew
had, by repute, run a big cabaret
and gambling hall in Nome. On
the oJher hand, one was an OK
ford graduate, an English bishops
son. With all due appreciation
for each gentleman's talents, I'd
have taken my chances with the
bad bimbo from Nome every
time!
They came. They went. Most
Of them were interested in min
ing. Some-the darlings!-were
gray-haired Peter Pan prospectors,
with the wonder Of imperishable
childhood in their faded eyes as
they told Of the "jim-dandy pros
pect" they'd just discovered.
There were three brothers
Frenchmen-kind to me beyond
all telling, come to spend the mil
lion they'd earned on a Honolulu
pineapple plantation. There was
another, q weather. beaten, red
haired ex-police sergeant. He
gave me my first theSauruS-and
the best tips I ever had on writ
ing.
Men, singly, in couples, by the
score from diggins just over the
hill, from round-ups so miles
away-in they came, to see and
talk to one white woman, eat her
biscuits, laugh, sing, swap yarns,
and gamble by her fire.
Yes, mined with men, lived
with men, exclusively, for four
years. Out in an almost woman.
less wilderness, where I could do
Just as pleased! How exciting
1t sounds! And-you might as
well be frank about it-you're
hoping for the worst, aren't you?
OF course you are. And with
reason. There was 1-"young m
healthy" not hard to look at, full
of fun, and swell cook. And
there were they, many males,
friendly, lonely-and not par
alyzed. So naturally you expect
to be RECALLED with a Wild West
version Of Pm No Angel"
According to all the rules, that
should be the result when you
mix one lively lady and several
assorted gentlemen with q lot
OF romantic scenery and stir
thoroughly. For. since first we
toddle, are We women not given
dire warnings against Predatory
Males understanding to the best
feminine authority-live but to
lie in wait for UnsuSpecting
Females?
You know how men are, my
dear! Never, never trust a man:
never let a man get the best Of
you"
Naturally, any Trusting Girl is
going to take these horrid hints
to heart. But probably not at all
as Dear Mama or Aunt Maggie
intended! On the contrary, the
Sweet Young Thing is thrilled to
the core at the sinister prospect
and banking on it! For, If
these things are true, life must
prove endleSSly diverting.
CHAPTER XVI
Personally, I think it's down
right cruel thus to arouse a
Young Girls hopes concerning
Mans Lower Nature. There's
practically nothing to it. Getting
Herself Insulted is one Of the most
difficult feats for any woman to
accomplish nowadays. And as for
being dragged.off-by.the-hair into
some Big Brutal Bimbo's cave and
therein ro-o-o-o-ined, the plain
truth is that a girl usually has
to offer to rent the cave, pay all
transportation, hire an office sub
Stitute and take out accident in
surance before the average man
will even consider the proposition.
Am I joking? am not. I am
telling you the simple truth in the
hope-probably futile-that I may
thereby dispel some Of the nasty
nonsense about men and women
which still cutters the modern
mind.