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< 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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“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
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/ 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. "
Avoiding the camp, they crossed a
river bridge, and from there, by a
steep and broken track whiofa^l^
pack animals of esriier comers had
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