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rA » i-Tl -v THURSDAYjMAMH 21, 19S5 1 ♦ / \ V < FIFTH Installment ftfnopsis: On the old side-wheeler, “George E. Stan,” on its wajr to the. Yukon gold fields in the first rush of ’97, bpeod Malone, experienced gold- camp follower and gambler, and young Ed Maitland, on his first trip, trying *to recoup his lost family .-fortune, atrucK up a strange friendshil).r4I^- land left^Speed playing Solo'^ith two ather men and wamiered forward ’ to be sharply recalled the report of a pistol, and the news that his partner had been shot and had gone over board. Ed jumped in^ after him, with- • out eecond thought. But the cold wa ters got him, and in the end it was Speed who'.did the rescuing, holding Ed’s head above water until they were taken aboard a little boat by a Fren^ fisherman from Seattle. Maitland, knowing the sea, took charge Of the little boat when they persuaded J^nchy to take them to Skagway. After a hard journey they reach^ Skagway where they find a ship un loading miners and horses. (Now Go On WRElhe StoryJ. Seems like this man Garnet likes scarred out, climbed into some moun gamble,”. he observed- -at- laat. tain ravines that ^gan to reek with. ^‘What he don’t know about callin’ a pair of deuces gives us the ponchos and smokes. Maitland scarcely heard him. He half-op^5lj^ his hand to look at Rose’s ring, aira'sh'it it agaih quickly, as if he were holding^a witch’s bond a mephitic odor of death. The sham bles became more ghastly as they climbed. In the dips of the so-called “trail,” a series of quagmirew had been en larged to small mud lakes by the wear of successive hooves around the rim. It was not tl-ll they turned in, that?]^^ swollen carcasses of dead horses Speed noerely nodded when told of the failure of hia quest. _ “What happened at Stei^r’s?” Maitland asked. It seemed that Frenchy and the Jew hod formed a partnership, to start a hauling business from Skagway with the horses And boot for capital. With a glance at;;the clouds Speed suggested that it was going 'to raip, and he would do a “sketch round” for some blankets while his partner was drying out. For an hour'' or so after he had gone, MaitlaiKl sat pondering over the fire. F^rom this abstraction he was roused by a slight crunching sound in the gravel, and glanced up almost ab sently at the shape of a horse, limned in fiery lines against the dark. An-up ward glow from the fire lighted a wo man’s face which he seemed to re member. Then a low, musicaT laugh gave body to the vision. He sto^ up, still half-dreaming, os she pulled her horse under the shadow of the wharf. Her dark eyes masked with a vagrant humor some caprice he could not fathom. When she^ seated herself on a fallen wharf timber, leav ing A space beside her in wordless in vitation, he obeyed, without knowing that he did so. “Meet Lady Luck,” she .said, and to his complete stupefaction, tum^ his, head toward her and kissed him light ly on the mouth. “You have a funny, serious, wondering look I like,” .she explained. “Of tracing something that keeps drifting away. Luck’s ‘ been passing you, too, so I’ve decided to give'-you a break—if you want it. Do you?” she murmured, with a melting fall in her voice that drained his blood. Her lips hovered close to his; her hair almost brushed his face with a jing ling lure that took his breath. Appalled at what he had alm<Mt done, he held her crushed fingers be tween his hands till he could win back some degree of sense. “I think it would be safer,” he pleaded, “to be unlucky.” — She looked at him with an oddly shadowed, reflective smile, as if the scruple intrigued her, or he had brush ed some chord of memory. “Suppose Speed alluded to the subject that troubled him. “Fi-om 'rhere I set,” the Westerner observed musingly, “which is lookin’ at the sky—thisTnan Fallon listens like four good aces to beat, if not five. His havin’ traces of caUi- nioUM aM curly"wolf ih hTs pe^ I don’t question.--But he’s got some thin’ else tha)t makes a bunch of bard- rock, hard-mouth miners answer his jerk line. A quick hand, a coOt head, and enough ornery, guts to swing_a twenty-four horse span of,;Nevada mules through the gates of Hell, if ^him ‘and Satan had A feud. Offhand, Pd reckon, that crossin' that man in any game was a'kind of hair-line play. “What’s his sequence with the wo- map I don't just get. Maybe nope, you think. But it looks to me like a young buck, tsay from Boston, would kind of regr^ havin’ his grave dug for him this side of the summit, through not suspectin’ when gettin' curious about a woman means flirtin’ with the mufe- zles of a pair of forty-fours. Which is the bore of the guns that start talkin’ when you ramble into Fallon’s private game, and make it three-handed.” Maitland wakened sKiverihg in half- darkness. The gulf was smudged in a fine rain that steamed dismally over the riffled- sands left bare by the ebb tide. Speed’s blankets were rolled up, and a pile of driftwood lay ready for their breakfast fire. Amwyed at him self for having slept while his part ner was hunting a job, Ed wash^ in a tide pool, and went up to look for him. He learned that Steiner had of fered to sell Garnet his pintos. Gar- net’promptly closed with him at the lay floating or half-bedded in muskegs and sloughs. On sheer mountain sides the trail dwindled in places to a cat- tiatkr'aiul iUs' .lo burdened horses and rn^.n were grimly proved by the relics that'lay scattered in the Cahybtt’ trbughs. • Somp travelers who appealred to have lost .their horses, were “sti-ug- gling to hand-haul their packs through a wallow not more than a mile above Liarsville. It w-as all the progress they had been able to make since morning. Others, incredibly plas tered with mud, and bearing the w-an stamp of defeat in their faces, were' backtrailing toward comp. These were trail veterans who took ordinary hard ship with a smile. Plainly, one look at it would be enough for Garnet. As they stood considering the dis mal prospect, they were joined by a man whom they recognized through disguising mud smears as the old-time prospector, Brent. Pretty, ain’t it,” Brent comment ed, spitting tobacco juice into the slough. “It would look a heap better,” said Speed, thoughtfully, “if the camp got together I and graded a trail. A few days’ work fwfould corduroy these niuskegs.” ' “Just what I told ’em,” Brent nodded. j, “Who’s against it? INCOMES — I^irge and Small There is one individual in the Unit ed States whose net .income, on which he paid taxes for 1933, was above five millio^ dollars. 1 don’t know his nam^; the federal income tax bureau didn’t give it out with the figures it pub lished the other day. And, personally, I don’t care I who he is nor envy him his millions. 'It seems likely to me that ■he -is--one of the- very rich’ spend most of-their incomes on efforts to help make the W’orld a betteY place to live in. There are a good many such. What I am rejilly conceme<l about is hot thist there were 46 pei-sons with incomes Of more than $1,000,000 in that j'ear, but that the nuihber of in dividuals reporting taxable incomes of less than $25,000 dropped off ma*- teriaUy. The folk hardest hit by the depression have not been ' the very rich nor the very poor, but the in- between middle class and wage-earn ers. These, government figures that show total taxable incomes of about 11 bil lion dollars in one year, from one thousand to five millions for each of nearly four million income tax payers, make a lot of the talk about “r^is- tribution of wealth” sound silly. If all of those incomes were equally divided among the entire population of the United States it would amount to only $80 a year per person. And it wouldn’t be long before wealth would again be concentrated in the hands of those who know how to accumulate and u.se it. MIAMI . . .-‘Oa tho bnmstte* ^^evrl wreathsd brow of beaatiful MIm JoMla Smith, of Miami (abort), wUl root Hie erown of Miu Florida for 1935. She is 18 years old. Sht wdn over 256 contestants. “Fallon’s qutfit. He claim.s we can’t reach Bennett before the freeze-up if we stop to make a trail. It’s tough on the boys who’re short of horses. The way he sees it, it’s their hard luck. A statnpede is a stampede, .says the trail boss.?’ “Fallon’s got guts but I don’t seem POM ‘h* to liko ■ont, w'meway," sold Speed. (Continued Next Week). City Recorder Resigns Place i H. L Eichelberger, recently tendered his resignation as city recorder. The duties of the office have been taken over by Mayor Bailey, with the salary formerly attached to the position eliminated. - ' Mr. Eichelberger was, elected city team, and engaged the two partners to haul for him at the wages Speed had first named. This swift adjustment had all the effect of a miracle to Maitland, but the Westerner accepted it as a simple Caprice of the goddess who presides over mining camps. Nor was Steiner visibly troubled by the change in his plans. “Gold is where you find it, ain’t it? If they put it in my hands, I don’t need a shovel, do I ? Let the saps dig for it.” Z'" “Reckon that ain’t so foolish neith er,” Speed concurred. * * * * * * The pack train had been tugging, pursing, baiting and.jsliding for hours in a disjointed snake-line up the grav eled river canyon, throu^ a drizzling rain that soaked the lashings and .shoulder straps, cut flesh to the raw, changed grravel to mud, and with the chum of hundreds of hooves among the slippery wrack of cotton-woods, made footing almost impossible. By the order of the trail, prospec tors moved their outfits in relays, In dian file, traveling ^as far uptrail as FORDLANDIA ~ And Rubber Who says the days of adventure have passed? I can’t imagine any more interesting adventure than that of the American explorers- and engin eers who have been clearing-the jun gle in the upjier Amo^in country to build the hew colony t:^“F(^landia.” Millions of acres are beinjp^anted to rubber trees, to insure a i>#mianent supply for American motor-c'aV buiUl- ers, and a huge area that was unin habitable for folks is being converted into something rest'm'bling an earthly paradise, to hear returning travellers tell about it. Once morejl take occasion to ap plaud the far-seeing vision and the enterjirise of Henry, Ford. He , is one of the few great industrialmU .who doesn’t have to Consult a board of directors or, consider the desire of stockholders for dividends Wfore go- recorder last l^ptemb^r when the;>"8? owrr original ideas, present city administration assumed office. The post until that time was held for a number of year.s by A. B. Blakely. » If You Don’t Rood r : THE CHRONICLE You Don’t Get the NEWS construction, to replace tho dipgry and dilapidated hovelk in which many of the workers in those industriea now-- live. They are talking of spending $150, 000,000 to start with. T^at will build a lot of $3,000 houses, which can be sold to the workers On payments of about $21 a month, and will go a long way toward making ‘ life more com fortahle in the steel and mining com munities. In a little New England cotton-mill town where I lived when I was a boy the most dismal feature of the land scape was the row upon row of dingy wooden “company housbs,” all just alike, and as unattractive as One could imagine. But mill-hands who earn $9 or $10 a week could rent these houses for $5 a - month and co\ildn’t afford anything better. Those houses etcjfod for more than 100 years, and were torn down only a few years ago to clear the site for a great reservoir. I hope the new MORMONS ^ And Woolth New York newspapers found oidlk ing news in the fact that the GbvdK of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Sniali^ which most folk call the MormMi church, is settit^^ up a missionary tniilt i^NeWjYork Ci|^. There is no _ novelty in that'. The Mormon churdh sends missionaries all over the work^ ' but doesn’t talk much about its,activi ties in public. . ' In the financial world of New York, however, a good many people know something of the money power and wide influence of the.se thrifty people. I knew one of their financial loaders, the late John W. Young, who married Lilian Nordica, world-famous singer, pany" Irhe ibiggest' financiers in New York and London valued Mr. Young’s advice. He looked after the invest ments of^.thia wealthiest of all Ameri can religious organizations. I look for a revival of the sound common-sense influence of the Mor- pnons in financial affairs, since Mari- her Eccles, who was a Mormon mis sionary in his youth, has become gov ernor of the Federal Reserve board. •v' _ Say— “I SAW IT IN THE CHRONICLE* Thank You I - BuOt Up ^ Br Taking CWM BosM hir own aooount of hog Ilka. T. W. Hardin, oC Oxstr & q« was bowntsd hy tidclnc Oardq&i 1 suffgnd a 1^ dsslfroiQWMk* Ds« In niy MMc sad pains in nf side sod Mi so mjamblt,” im wrltec *1 nsd of Oardui sod ds* dded to try Itw 1 fait bsttsr sftsf I took my first bottls. so kept on taking It as I felt eueh s seed pi etrength, end It helped xns l6 muchi' ^ of woman toottfr Thounnda nefUod tilt -- — - TOp. oonault a pbjritoUub brnffitod ditin.' It it*dOM net / HOUSING — For Workers I am interested in the project, which several of-the big sG'el com panies and mining companie.s have un der joint consideration, for the build ing of several thousand “company houses" of modern steel-and-wood I were to offer you and your partner | they could between midnight and one an outfit, a job and a big stake in the jin the afternoon, there to cache their Y’^on, would you trust yjour luck ?” tpacks and return, during the remain- ing hours, for other loads. Garnet’s outfit was an old one, un- ypur ‘Whether I would or not,” he. said, “my partner wouldn’t.” “He doesn’t know w'hat the stake is,” Rose countered. “You’re going North to look for gold. I can put it in your way in one throw. There’s a fool in camp who’s due to lose a gold mine—one that, isn’t his to lose. I can’t tell you any more jiwt now, ex cept that the game is worth the risk. You’re running some risks anyway as drifters in a camp where you’ve made an enemy of the range boss.” He could'make little of that, ex cept* to wonder if FJllon was involved in the mysterious gold secret she spoke of. And, while their hands were tangled, she drew a ring from one of hers and slipped it mischievously on the tip of his little fitter. At that moment a thud on the wharf above them froze them both. A dark figure loomed with a bulky men- ICe in the^ dusk. Maitlanjj thought of Fallon, but a flare frotn the fire re vealed an. apparition much more dis turbing to him just then. Speed’s ap parent size was due to a roll of blan kets on his shoulder. The outlaw cam^ down the sand ai^ dropped hia burden near the fire, still regarding the girl. After a moment he walked over Ao the horse and held the stirrup for her, with a gesture that was polite but implacable. She waited before mounting, re turning his stare with a lo<A of in terest. “Lady,” be said, pointing nortlii, “up there is ^1 Alaska-and the Yukon territory. If that ,^ain^ a big enough huntin’ range for you and me and my pardner to kdep-untangled in, it’s-to© damned bod. But when 1 ask you to get the hell out of our camp, I mean stay out.” Her laugh was a ripple of spontan eous music. She mounted easily, and h>o]hiig bock at Maitland, touched her fingera to her Jips. The horse's hooves g^round softly in the sand, and she vanished. Speed threw a fresh log on the fire, aW after kicking it into flame, be drew from hii jjocket new hag of Durham, rolled a dgaralte and IH H with a hiand from the fire. encumbered by mining* tools or instru ments, or by any special equipment that might give a clue to his purpose in the North. It was rather like, the outfit a rich man might have chosen for a long camping tour, though this was not a journey which anyone would be likely to undertake for pleasure or health. Two" game rifles and rods, howevei^f-showed that he hoped for some diversion by the way. At last a ring of-axes, pans and voices floated up from a mountain hollow through the rain. The trail dip ped down toward a ckmp, which was pleasantly announced by the aroma of coffee and of wet pine burning. T^hering the horses under some dripping boughs, where the needlep^ spread a carpet free from mudr45peed unmade the packs. “Belly up to the bar~ for some close harmony,- cow hands,” he sang but cheerily. “We’ve hit the camp of Liarsville.” — Garnet stood bowed under his load and asked in a spent voice how far they had come. —- Speed swallowed hia chuckles. The distance was said to be five miles. “Maybe,” he added as an «iCOurage- ment, “they call It ‘Uarsi^'in mem ory of whoever said it was five miles.” Garnet showed so little intenest in continuing hiatifav^ after lunch that they left Jiiih in camjp to Yest,' and brought up another loswi on the night trail from Skagway, for the moral el- fect of getting the outfit well started. Garnet was in his blankets when they returned. “I’m going to aleep til noon, boys,” he said, next ^morning. ‘'If you feel so enargetjc, havd'a look at the trail above here. I’ve beerj hear-/ ing some bad rumors about it.” His misgivings did not weigh on their minds at first. They set out on this excursion in£the light-hearted mood conferred 'by a scrutoing, a riiave, a good breoldasi and ^ming sunlight. 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