Chickasha Daily Express. (Chickasha, Indian Terr.), Vol. 14, No. 86, Ed. 1 Tuesday, April 11, 1905 Page: 2 of 8
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By JOHN R. MUSICK
Author of "Myitrlou Mr. Howrd." "TlM
Dark Slrtnger" "Charlie Ai:eudle'I
Daubl" Etc
AU rtabu rerted.
CHAPTER V. (Continued.)
"Who"
"The very men who robbed me."
The reaction w hich came over the
old man was terrible to witness. Ho
reealized that after all he might lose
his beloved captain whose life was
still in danger for he was once more
a prisoner.
"Well well all may yet be lost!"
he sighed "Crack-lash let's go and
hunt him. Now that we know he Is
alive we got something to hunt for
and we'll hunt him. Come Crack-
lash!" After considerable persuasion Paul
Induced him to wait until next morn-
ing; so they built a camp fire and
prepared to pass the night. '
Next morning they were early astir.
They had packed their knapsacks
and -were about ready to start when
Paul suggested:
"Perhaps the walrus hide will tell
something about this mystery. Let
ua take a look at it."
He unrolled the walrus hide and
the ex-sailor who had long studied
the picture writing of the Alaskan
Indians bent over It and began to
slowly and carefully decipher the pic-
tures. The old man had to put all his
knowledge of picture writing to the
severest test to read. He made out
that tho captain had discovered rich
gold diggings" but( the walrus hide
could give them no hint as to the
whereabouts of the three men and
their prisoner.
Paul suddenly rolled up the walrus
hide and stuffing It in his knapsack
said:
"That piece of hide is a key to mil-
lions I have no doubt and In all prob-
ability the scoundrels were trying to
make him give it to them."
"Let's go Cratk-lash. Let's go fur
I itch to git my fingers about the
throats of the cusses."
They hastily packed up broke
camp and were soon on their way up
the mountain engaged in a dangerous
search the result of which they knew
to be doubtful.
CHAPTER VI.
Berry's Success.
We will for the present take leave
of Paul Ralston and return to Berry's
party on their way to the Klondyke.
They arrived first at Forty-Mile
camp but here found nothing to do.
Clarence staked out a claim and
went to digging. It was a slow proc-
ess and the reward was poor. He
took out a little gold but not
nearly enough to pay him for the
hardships. Then came reports of the
wonderful finds in the Klondyke dis-
trict. "Now is your time Clarence" said
Ethel. "Go at once and make all you
can while there are so few in the
country."
"What shall I do with you?" he
asked.
"Leave me behind."
"Ethel I cannot think of doing
that" he declared.
"You must Clarence. I will follow
as soon as possible but hasten on
now -and stake out a claim for us.
Stake out two one for you and one
for me. I feel that this is the turning
point in our careers."
And bo it proved.
It was the saddest day of his life
when Clarence Berry bade adieu to
his young wife and started alone for
the distant mining camp. The part-
ing of the husband and wife as the
reader may imagine was affectionate
but there were no tears. Ethel re-
strained them and smiled cheerfully
aa long as she was in sight to run
into her shanty and have a little cry
the moment she could see him no
more.
The river which must be crossed
before she could reach the Klondyke
was already beginning to show signs
of floating ice and she knew it would
only be a short time before it would
be completely frozen over. So she
worked with a will and got everything
packed and started on the little steam-
er "Arctic" for the new land of gold.
Her husband and his party joined her
'on the way up the river.
It was late In the season when this
devoted daring couple struck gold of
any consequence. Then it came in a
torrent. All through the winter Clar-
ence Berry was piling up wealth. His
wi'ts was at the mines every day and
as the great chunks of frozen earth
were dumped on the ground her fair
fingers were busily at work picking
out the nuggets. During the season
she picked out ten thousand dollars'
worth of golden pebjies with her
fingers.
Though absorbed in gold digging
she never forgot Paul who with Glum
Ralston had not been heard from
ince those two persons left in search
for the bold men who had robbed the
youth.
One night as they sat about their
cheerful fire there came a rap at the
door of their shanty and they found
Dick Ronold asking admission.
"Come In Dick. What brings you
out such a night and In such a
storm?" asked Clarence.
"Didn't I hear ye say somethin'
once about knowin' the feller called
Cracklash Paul who used to live back
there In Fresno?"
"Yes Taut Miller" cried Ethel
eagerly. "We know him. What cf
him?" '
"You know they've rot one o" the
fellows tight an' fast who tried to
help do up Paul. Well the feller's
cocoa since tl at night's been a little
rancid. I was set to guard him last
night and his mental train for a min-
ute or two seemed on the track. Then
I remembered seein' him in 'Frisco.
His name is Belcher and he's one of
the men that the feller from Fresno
called Lackland hired the room in
Frisco to talk with."
At the sound of Lackland's name
Ethel was on her feet gasping:
"Lackland! Lackland! Clarence
he 1s Paul's rival and enemy! I am
determined to see this prisoner called
Belcher."
"When do you Intend to call on
him?"
"To-morrow."
"I will go with you" said Clarence.
Ethel Berry with her husband en-
tered the prison and gazed at the pale
yet fierce face of the prisoner and
cried:
"I know him Clarence; I knew
him! I raw him in Fresno In con-
sultation with Theodore Lackland.
They have planned the murder of
poor Paul."
With a fierce oath the prisoner
leaped at his fair accuser but the
strong young husband seized him by
the throat and hurled him to the op-
posite side of the room.
Two men worn tired and haggard
surrounded by mountains of ice and
great sleeping glaciers had halted in
a valley where a few stunted pines
reared their heads above the eternal
snow.
"Let us rest Crack-lash" said the
older of tho two travelers. "I give
in shipmate. Your wind's better'n
mine for you see my old hulk Is git-
tin' waterlogged o' late years an'
can't make as good headway aa It
used to you know."
The travelers were Paul Miller and
his quondam sailor companion Glum
Ralston.
Paul Miller gathered some dry
pines and made a fire on the mossy
banks of a stream which ran close
under the cliff. The dry wood spark-
led and snapped and the blaze threw
out a ruddy light. The pot boiled and
he put on beans to cook with a little
meat and soon had an excellent sup-
per. "Ah mate that Is good" said the
ex-sallor as he tasted the coffee.
"We're running rather short of feed
though and if we don't come upon a
moose or reindeer soon I'm afraid
we'll suffer."
"Never fear Glum some kind of
game will come our way."
Wrapped in his blanket he sat at
the root of a tree still talking to Paul
who was half asleep when they were
startled by a snort. In an instant
both laid their hands on their rifles.
A pair of fiery eyes gleamed at them
and Paul whose vision was keener
than his older companion saw a
small animal about four and a half
feet In height which in the dim un-
certain light appeared to be a con-
necting link between the ox and
sheep. '
Glum Ralston lifted his gun to his
face and fired. There instantly fol-
lowed a bellowing roar and a rush
ol feet. The fire was scattered In
every direction and the old sailor
who was rising to his feet was struck
a blow which sent him sprawling on
the ground.
Paul dropped his gun and snatch-
ing a pistol fired a shot into the
thick hide of the furious beast just
behind the shoulder blade. It made
one spasmodic leap forward and fell
dead the bullet having penetrated its
heart.
The old sailor was staggering to
his feet shaking himself to see if he
had any broken bor.es.
"Are you hurt? Are you hurt?"
cried Paul anxiously.
"N-no I think not. It was a fall
broadside though and how the horns
missed ripping me from stem to stern
is a mystery."
Paul threw on some fresh sticks of
pine and the fire blazed up revealing
the beast he had slain lying but a few
paces away. Its long brown and
black hair gave it the appearance of
of a bear. The old sailor walked up to
it and said philosophically:
"Its flesh is good for food and will
keep us alive a good long time."
Two days after they had killed the
musk-ox they came again upon a dim
trail and again began to take heart.
The trail led them through an un-
known pass toward the seashore.
"Crack-lash they're goln' seaward"
Faid the ex-sailor. "I can smell salt
water already and I feel better for
it." '
Three days later as they were
climbing over a hilltop they saw two
men several hundred rods in advance
and gave chase.
They were within long rifle range
when the two fugitives discovered
them and began to run.
The two men darted into a ravine
and they saw them no more. Glum
Ralston was of the opinion the men
they chased were two seal hunters
who had wandered into the woods in
search of moose or deer.
They continued toward tho coast
following a faint trail. At last they
tame upon one of those bays that ex
tend inland and saw great floating
Icebergs glistening in the light of the
sun. Suddenly the old man stopped
and pointing to some trails in the
snow cried:
"Look Crack-lash. There's big
game."
"What do you make It out to be
Glum?" Paul asked.
"Nothln' more nor less than a polar
bear."
Paul had heard much of those fierce
beasts but never seen one. The
near proximity of this one roused his
sporting blood and in an excited man-
ner 'he asked:
"Can't we find him? He seems to
be a monster Glum and I must have
a shot at him."
Paul hurried In the trail of the
bear and dreamed not of danger.
Suddenly there came from beneath
his feet a loud cracking sound like'
the report of a battery of artillery
fired in unison and the great Ice floe
on which be stood began to tremble
and rock.
Dumb with amazement he stood and
trembled with some unknown dread.
It was several seconds before Paul
comprehended his danger and then
it was too late. The Ice floe with its
glittering spires had parted from' the
shore and was drifting out to sea.
Already it was too far for him to
reach the land on which his compan-
ion stood wringing his hands in
despair.
A terrible death seemed staring
him In the face when a new danger
arose. On his ears there burst a
fierce growl and looking up on an
elevated portion of the Ice floe rapid-
ly drifting with him toward the sea
he beheld a monster polar bear glar-
ing at him with the fiery eyes of rage
and hate.
"G6d have mercy on my soul!" the
youth groaned and prepared to meet
his fate with the courage of a hero.
CHAPTER VII.
Glum Ralston's Return
After the frantic effort on the part
of Belcher to seize Ethel Berry for
discovering him to have been in Lack-
land's employ the wounded man grew
sullen. The miners were anxious to
hang him and to have it over with
but cooler heads prevailed. "Jt will
never do" said Clarence Berry "to
destroy the only hope we have o'
recovering Paul's gold and solving
this mystery which deepens with
every new development. Besides w
have had no lynching yet in the Klon-
dyke and let us not have any if we
can avoid it."
One evening after the simple re.
past was over Clarence and Ethel sati
discussing the probable fate of Paul
who was never out of Ethel's mind.
"Poor Paul he must be dead" she
said her eyes filling with tears. "I
must write to Laura; I must tell her
hiB awful fate."
After a few moments' sller.ee he
heaved a sigh and said:
"It will be very bad news."
"She must know It some time
Clarence."
"That is true and perhaps the
knowledge of his fate awful as it is
will not equal the suspense."
"I will write to-morrow. When
can the letter get through?"
"Not before spring you need not
hurry" he answered with a sad
smile. .
Suddenly the door was caused to
quake by the thump from a giant
fist and opening it they found their
nightly visitor Dick but he was not
alone this time Gid Myers was at his
side. The faces of the two men wore
looks of anxiety.
"What is the matter?" asked Clar-
ence. "We want yer gun Clarence" said
Long Dick as soon as he could re-
gain his breath. "I want to tell ye
on the dead that there's either some
man a bear or old Nick up on the
hill."
Fearing their excited Imagination
had conjured up a monster from a
wandering polar bear though thC3e
animals were seldom seen in that part
of the country Clarence took down
his Winchester rifle and accompanied
his companions to the foot of the hill
where the mysterious creature had
been seen. A tall gaunt object with
a warm bearskin coat hanging loosely
about his shoulders was coming
slowly down the hill. The approach-
ing stranger had his gun strapped on
his back. A hatchet was in the belt
at his side with his pistols and ne
was leaning heavily on a long stout
stick. He came slowly as if very
weary.
Curiosity gave way to pity and they
hurried up to meet him.
(To be continued.)
KITTEN BLOCKED SIDEWALK.
Everybody Dodged the Dirty Feline
Until a Banker Appeared.
At noon to-day when Paik Row.
Manhattan was crowded with hungry
mortals looking for their favorite
eating place a half-starved black and
white kitten made its appearance on
the sidewalk. It might have wander-
ed out of some cellar or some tattered
newsboy dropped it hoping to see
some fua. The ball of dirty fur land-
ed directly in front of a clerk. He
made a frantic effort to avoid stepping
on the kitten and was successful. A
young woman following stepped to
one side. The crowd followed her
lead. Then at the rate of a hundred
or so a minute people were turning
aside lest they injure the kitten. Any
one of the number could easily have
raised the little mass of bones on his
or her toe and tossed it into the gut-
ter. The kitten held full possession
of the sidewalk fo: fully five minutes.
Then a banker whose time is worth
several dollars a minute caught up
the little feline worthless from al-
most everybody's point of view and
carried it a distance of twenty feet
and tenderly deposited it in an alley.
And yet somebody the other day
accused New Yorkers of lacking ten-
derness of heart Brooklyn Eagle.
Potatoes the Greatest Crop.
Potatoes form the world's greatest
sir.gle crop 4000000 bushels being
produced annually equal in bulk to
the entire wheat and corn crops.
American Girl Painter.
The American girls whose paintings
are exhibited In the Parts Balon this
year have interested the art centers
of the world.
J
Produces the Same Effect.
She I'd like to be a man Just once.
Her Husband What for?
She I'd like to experience the feel-
ing of buying my wife a pair cf dia-
mond earrings.
Her Husband You can easily im-
jgine that feeling. You've been to the
lentist's.
Just One Advantage.
She What is the use of searching
tor the North pole anyway?
He Why it would result in a gTeat
icvlng of money If found.
She How's that?
He It wouldn't be necessary to
tend any more expeditions to look
'or it.
WHY OF
Farmer's Wife (to applicant for work) You have had experience have
you?
Weary Walker Sure.
Farmer's Wife On which Bide of a cow do you Bit to milk?
Weary Walker On de outside.
No Re-son for Living.
"Why don't you eat meat?"
"Because a man will live longer
nithout it."
"And why don't you drink beer or
rine?"
"Oh for the same reason! You'll
ive longer without them."
"And why don't you smoke."
"Because I'll live longer if I don't."
"But if you don't eat any meat or
frlnk any wine or smoke what do
rou want to live any longer for?"
fliegende Blaetter.
Now They Don't Speak.
Miss Screech He said something to
rou about my singing last eight
lidn't he?
Miss Peppery Well he did remark
(tow funny the corners of your mouth
boked when you sang.
Miss Screech The idea. How could
e have seen them?
Miss Peppery Why not? He was
fitting directly behind you while you
tang. The Catholic Standard and
"lutes.
The Cussedness of Things.
McFlub Eilkins is working on a
Joat that looks as if it will never
o tlown.
Sleeth Gee! That would be quito a
liing wouldn't it?
McFlub H3 doein't seem to think
!0.
Sleeth Why not?
McFlub Probably because It's ln-
:ended to be a submarine boat.
Cursed with a Helpless Wife.
"My wife's the mcst helpless crea-
ture" growled Cadly; "simply can't do
anything without bothering me to help
ler."
"Yes?"
"Yes. Only last night I had to reach
ip and get a cand'.e off the shelf of
he pantry for her bo the could go
lown in the cellar and bring up a
cuttle of coal."
Three Trials.
Teacher Now I'll hear what you
;ave to say Tommie.
Tommle Well I was goln along
hi- hall and I spit
"You mut not cay spit Tommle."
'Well I spat "
'No you must not say spat either."
"Well then I sput on the floor
ma'am." Ycnlters Statesman.
Hi Wasted Life.
The distinguished Frenchman's last
6ours approached.
"Be of good cheer my son" Baid
lis Bpirltual adviser. "Soon you will
be in a better land than this."
"Oh I suppose so" he responded
wearily. "But what I wanted was to
?et Into the Academy!"
An Account to Settle.
The lawyer Madam I find that
our husband's will leaves you noth-
ing but what tho law compelled him
o leave 70U.
The widow (angry and forgetful)
Just wait till I see him!.
The Statu.
Alice It would be strange If Cholly
ihould marry a girl as silly as him-
self. ClaraYes; It would bo two souls
fcithout a single thought.
. t Lit ? v rvr r a
No Bitter Mtmcry.
"Now if you would only go to
church" the evangelist exhorted.
"Why don't jcu?"
"Well er yer see boss" stammer
ed the hobo.
"I hope you have no feeling against
the church my man "
"O! no I ain't got no grudge agin
It Mine wuz a home weddin'."
Safe.
Riter "I've decided to devote my-
self exclusively to the writing of poet-
ry." Krank "Glad to hear it."
Riter "Think that's my forte eh?"
Krank "Don't know and don't care.
I only know that I never read poetry."
COURSE.
Patricide Justified.
Pater My son I find some grave
charges against you in your college
bills.
FUius Ha! ha! That's a good joke
dad. Why there's nothing very ex-
pensive except that gray satin waist-
coat I bought.
Pater Yes that's the gray vest
charge against you.
Identified.
"Who Is that man who bores all his
friends by hi3 complaints about
rheumatism and the grip?"
"Oh he's the fellow who used to
strut around and say that if there
was anything he liked It was an old-
fathioaed winter."
Hilarity in a Sawmill.
"I guess I am rather hilarious" the
buzz-saw admitted. "The man who
runs me brought some whisky into
the shop this morning."
"Well?" Inquired the lathe.
"Well I took two or three fingers
at his expense."
NATURALLY.
She I got my diamonds out of the ir.ilK business.
He And they're out of the first water I presume.
A Seen Abroad
"What is the chief product of the
tnltort States?" niked the teacher In
United States?" asked the teacher in
a European school.
And without hesitation the bright
pupil replied:
"Money." Washington Star.
Not a High-Prlced Article.
"He Is about the poorest specimen
of tho nobility I've ever seen."
"Why yes. It looks as If Miss
Cashley might have picked him up
w. a rummage sale of titles."
v3
That Bonnet.
"Doctor my wife will call on you
this afternoon."
"What appears to be the trouble?"
"Nothing but imagination. I want
you to order her to start on a long
sea voyage at once; then she wil
refuse to be sick a minute."
"I don't see " .
"Why she wouldn't be on the ocean
Easter for a fortune." Houston Post
What Would' You Do?
Grayce Edythe Is dreadfully for-
ward. She stood under the mistletoe
for an hour last evening and when
that failed to work she inveigled that
young broker Stocksley into the con-
servatory and asked him to explair
what was meant by a "Bqueeze."
Gladys What did he do?
Grayce What could he do? Hous
ton Chronicle.
Plausible Theory.
"I wonder why a spinster nearly
always has a cat or a dog for a pet?"
queried the old bachelor.
"Oh" replied the married sister "1
suppose she wants something that
will stay out at night occasionally so
she will have something to worry
about."
Proper Name for It.
Josheni See that old chap acrosi
the way?
Easyun Yes. What of him?
Josheni He's president of a curi-
osity school.
Easyuc What's a curiosity school
Joshem Why a school for females
HI Chief Remaining Possession.
Josh Hiram fell in with some fel-
lers in New York an' they had a few
irlnks
Silas An' they cleaned him out?
Josh Yes. In the mornin he
hadn't hardly anything left but
headache.
At the Gymnasium.
May I don't think Jack entirel
approves of the athletic girl.
Grace No?
May No. At any rate he once tola
me that he would be afraid of any
woman who was not afraid of
mouse.
Nothing Doing.
"How's business this morning?-
asked the prescription clerk.
"Light" answered the cigar clerk
disgustedly as he rose for tho eight-
eenth time to wait on a man who
had merely come In to use the gu
jet.
Quite True.
Giles My wife can drive nails like
lightning.
Miles You don't mean it!
Giles Sure I do. Lightning you
know seldom strikes twice in the
same place.
Oslerized.
Gunbnsta (in barber shop) I'm CO
yrars old to-day. Fix me up In style.
Barber (finishing shaving) Bay
rum or chloroform sir?
Fair Lady.
' Gunner I don't see you with thaf
I tall brunette anv more?
Guyer No I've given her up for
fair.
Gunner For fair eh? Are you go
ing to marry a blonde? '
Accounting for It.
"It Is strange that tho Orlentalr
should all be fp.tnlists."
"Not at all. How can you expect
a man to believe in free will it he haf
half a dozen wlvest"
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