Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 95, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 March 1912 — Page 6

THE MAN HIGHER UP

By HENRY RUSSELL MILLER

CHAPTER XXVIII. THE TRIUMPH OF THE FORCE. SOMETIMES the two on the veranda spoke in low, hushed tones they had not used even at Murchell’s bedside, broken, detached sentences of what they could not have told. They came very near to each other in that hour. Up the street tramped a figure, still powerful- if a bit too large of girth, with the rolling, swaggering gait that misfortune never taught. He puffed as he walked, his wind not being what it had been when he pommeled the &reat Donnelly to a draw. Bob saw him. “It’s' Haggin. Something’s' wrong.” The hushed, gentle tone had given place to the crisp, curt voice of the man of affairs. ‘jSlornin’, governor. Miss Flinn sent me”— “Kathleen! What’s wrong? Is Patrick”— “Naw! Nothin’s wrong. Everything’s right Pat’s all right, too. except that he’s in a split stick whether to bang crape on his buzzom because he’s dead or fly a flag because you’re the boss now.” Bob smiled sadly. “We may all be sorry, Tom.” “Right!” Haggin answered, sobering instantly. “He was a big man But you’re a bigger.V Bob shook his head. He turned to Eleanor. “Mrs. Gilbert, I want to introduce one of my best friends.” Haggin’s hat came off awkwardly, his red'face turned purple. “Pleased to meet ye, ma’am,” he managed to stammer. She held out her hand, which Haggin first surveyed doubtfully, then took gingerly into his own big fist. “I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Haggin. And I think, from what I’ve heard, you’re a friend worth having." “Oh, we’re all glad enough to be his friends down our way.” Haggin grinned. “It pays, though that ain’t the only reason. on the square, There ain’t many men I’d say that for, an’ he knocked me out once too.” The grin returned. “Knocked you out? I’m afraid 1 don’t understand”— “Put me into the clear,” Haggin defined, illustrating by punching himself lightly on the point of the jaw. “Oh, he hit you hard!” “Yes, ma’am,” he answered soberly. “He hit me awful hard.” He winked ponderously at Bob. “But he was generous enough to forgive me.” Bob smiled. “I had to. an’ 1 ain’t ever been sorry fer it neither.” Haggin returned to his awkward embarrassment. “He’s been on the square with me always.” I “Sit down. Tom.” .Bob commanded, “and tell us what you came for. Please don’t go,” he said to Eleanor. And his eyes added, “1 can’t bear to lose these minutes with you.” Haggin deposited himself in a chair and leaned back comfortably. “Pretty, ain’t it?” He waved his hand toward the lawn. “You’ll like it when you come here next term.” Then he added casually, “Paul Remington Came back last night.” ‘Paul Remington!” cried two voices. And Haggin suddenly became aware of two white, strained faces turned toward him. He has come home,” Bob repeated slowly, dazedly. “How?” Haggin shook his head. “On the bum. Too much”— He executed a gesture that was intended to indicate the act of taking a drink. “I’ve been afraid of that,” Bob muttered. “Tell us.” “Well, last night Miss Flinn called me up an’ told me to come up to the house quick. When I got there I found him. Guess I was kind o’ rough With him. Asked him what he was doing there.” Haggin grinned ruefully. “Miss Flinn told me where to get off at. Said where should he go but to his friends. 1 guess you’ll back that up?” “Yes. Go on.” ' “I’m glad o’ that. I always did like him—he was such a nervy, good lookin’ cuss. An’ I always had a notion they got him foul, on that convention business somehow.” Bob 'heard Eleanor draw a quick, gasping breath. Impulsively he put out his hand and let it rest on hers for a moment. Haggin discreetly looked the other wav. He had a kid with him—his sister’s —a little girl that—ahem !-that ought not to ’a’ been born. It seems as he’d been hittih' it up gay when be run into his sister. She was sick an’ broke, an’ be tool' care o' her till she died; Then he took care o’ the kid awhile. An’ then. I guess, he couldn’t stand it no longer, so he brought her over to Miss Flinn.” “Thank God!” breathed Eleanor. “Yes, ma’am.” Haggin agreed politely. “He ain't all piker, governor. You think so?” “I know he isn’t, man.” “He never says a word while I’m rough housin' him. When 1 got through be says sharp. ‘Haggin. Miss Flinn tells me you bribed those delegates.' 'That’s straight,’, says I. 'What «reyougoin’ to do.about it?’. He nev-

erKatteil an eye—"he ain't a four "flush er, governor. ’There's just one thing to do,’ he says. An’ we done it!” Haggin straightened up triumphantly-

“There won’t be so much talk about that convention business now, I guessl, I took him to a reporter an’ he give anuther interview, tellin' all about that convention an’ about how you took the blame that b’ionged to me. It’s a .bully story. The reporter got it straight an’ knew how to write it up. It’s in ail the mornin’ papers. “When we got back to the house Miss Flinn asked him, ‘Will you stay •now, Paul?' He didn’t say nuthin’ fer awhile. Then he straightened up an’ said, ‘lf Bob will let me.’ These was his very words. You’ll let him, won’t you. governor?” ' Haggin was very earnest. “He’s been up against a tough game.” Bob held out his hand. Haggin took it. ' 1 .

Haggin turned to Eleanor. “Didn’t I say he’s on the square? He’s my kind o’ man!”

Then Haggin noted a singular phenomenon. xVeither Eleanor nor Bob was paying the least attention to his words. They were both standing, each lost in the other’s eyes. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, then arose, coughing loudly. “Well, I guess I’ll be goin’. If you’re goin’ down to see him, governor, I’ll meet you at the ’leven-forty.” “At the 11:40,” Bob mumbled mechanically. “Oh, yes, of course, the 11:40. I’ll be there, Tom.” “Well—why, bless me, I nearly fergot! Before I left Paul said to me: ‘Tell Bob to tell Mrs. Gilbert that there is no reason in the world—none at all—why I should stand between her and happiness. She will understand.’ He made me say it over again. Those was his very words.” Once more Haggin noted that strange forgetfulness of his presence. After a long moment Bob came to his senses to remark:

“Tom, the governor has some very particular, as 1 have heard. If you will go Into the house the butler will attend to your case.” Tom went. Bob turned to her and touched her hand gently, reverently. “I can’t believe it. It has come so soon. Ah. we had 90 little faith! Eleanor! Eleanor!” His voice was low and husky. His hand fell from hers and his head went up bravely. “I have been newsboy, mill hand, heeler, grafter. Please God, that last at least is ended! 1 don’t know what crime stained my birth. I don’t even know that I have a right to the name I bear. But—l love you.” “And that is all I want,” she answered simply. “There is no reason why we should wait, is there, Eleanor?” “There is none. You are all I have In the world. Bob. dear.” As she spoke his name he thrilled. “You never took a vacation, did you. dear?” “Yes, once-when I was sick.” “Oh, that doesn’t count, you know. Will you take one this summer—with me? Just one little week—if the campaign will allow It?” “We’ll make the campaign allow it.” His laugh rang boyi«hlv. “There’s a place 1 know in the woods, it is on a river, such a beautiful river, so cool and clear and deep. The woods are always deliciously fragrant. You sit In your canoe and float and dream all day long. And at night you light your campfire on the water’s edge, and you sit by it and watch the rippling path of gold it lays along the river and count'the‘stars and wonder what they all mean up there and forget that there is any one hi the world—except just we two.” He caught her closely to him. “I haven’t kissed you yet.” They had forgotten death. After a time he remembered. She saw that his thoughts were afar off. She wondered what he was thinking- ? He was looking into the years ahead, looking with the sure knowledge ot the man who has seen the test applied. He saw the struggle, for he knew the enemy. He saw the temptations fought and overcome, for he knew himself at last. He saw the ultimate victory, for he knew Iris people. His heart tilled'with his longing and purpose. He, who had done so little, had received the reward of the faithful servant. Henceforward he would measure his service to the richness of the reward that was his. She saw his lips move, but no sound fell. She read the words: “Let me serve! Let me serve!” “Ah.” she cried, “you are forgetting me already!”

He- looked down into her eyes and drew her more closely to his heart. She was content. “Let us serve!”

The death of Murchell brought to the harassed interests no relief. Neither did it bring fear to the people of that state, for both knew that on guard between them stood Bob McAdoo. THE END.

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(Copyrlght, 1910, by the New York Herald Company) (ConyrlKht. 1910, by the MacMillan Company.

PART I. CHAPTER I. It was a quiet night In the Tivoli. At the bar, which ranged along one Side of the large chinked-log room, leaned half a dozen men, two of whom were discussing the relative merits of spruce tea and lime juice as remedies for scurvy. They argued with an air of depression and with intervals of morose silence. The other men scarcely heeded them. In a row, against the opposite wall, were the gambling games,.. The crap table [Was deserted. One lone man was playing at the faro table. The roulette was not even spinning, and the gamekeeper stood by the roaring, red-hot stove, talking with a young, dark-eyed woman, comely of face and figure, who was known from Juneau to Fort Yukon as the Virgin. Three men sat in at stud poker, but they played with small chips and without enthusiasm, while there were no onlookers. On the floor of the dancing room, which opened out at the rear, three couples were waltzing drearily to the strains of a violin and a piano. Circle City was not deserted, nor was money tight. The miners were in from Moosehead creek and the other diggings to the west, the summer washing had been good, and the men’s pouches were heavy with dust and nuggets. The Klondike had not yet been discovered, nor had the miners of the Yukon learned the possibilities of deep digging and wood-firing. No work was done in the winter, and they made a practice of hibernating in the large camps like Circle City during the long Arctic night. Time was heavy on their hands, their pouches were well filled and the only social diversion to be found was in the saloons. Yet the Tivoli was practically deserted, and the Virgin, standing by the stove, yawned with uncovered mouth and said to Charley Bates: “If something don’t happen soon, I’m goin’ to bed. What’s the matter with the camp, anyway? Everybody dead?” Bates did not even trouble to reply, but went on moodily rolling a cigarette. Dan MacDonald, pioneer saloonman and gambler on the upper Yukon, owner and proprietor of the Tivoli and all its games, wandered forlornly across the great vacant space of floor and joined the two at the stove. “Anybody dead?” the Virgin asked

him. “Looks like it,” was the answer. “Then it must be the whole camp,” she said with an finality and w’ith another yawn. MacDonald grinned and nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, when the front door swung,open, and a man appeared in the light. He would have appeared a large man had not a huge French-Canadian stepped up to him from the bar and gripped his hand. “Hello, Daylight!” was his greeting “By Gar, you good for sore eyes!” “Hello, Louis, when did you-all blow in?” returned the newcomer. “Come up and have a drink and tell us all about Bone creek. Why, dog-gone you-all, shake again. Where’s that pardner of yours? I’m looking for him.”

Another huge man detached himself from the bar to shake hands. Olaf Henderson and French Louis, partners together op Bone creek, were the two largest men in the country, pnd though they were but half a head taller than the newcomer, between them he was dwarfed completely. ■. ’ ■ “Hello, Olaf,” said the one called Daylight. “Tomorrow’s my birthday. And you, too, Louis. Come up and drink, and I’ll tell you-all about it.” The arrival of the newcomer seemed to send a flood of warmth through the place. “It’s Burning Daylight,” the Virgin cried, the first to recognize him as he came into the light. Charley Bates’ tight features relaxed at the sight, and MacDonald went over and joined the three at the bar. With the advent of Burning Daylight the whole place suddenly became brighter and cheerier. The barkeepers were active. Voices were raised. Somebody laughed. And when the fiddler, peering into the front room, remarked to the pianist: “It’s Burning Daylight,” the waltz time perceptibly, quickened, and the dancers, catching the contagion, began to whirl about as if they really enjoyed it. It was known to them of old-time that nothing languished when Burning Daylight was around.

He turned from the bar and saw the woman by the stove and the eager look of welcome she extended him. “Hello, Virgin? old girl,” he called. “Hellb, Charley. What’s the matter with you-all? Why wear .faces like that when coffins only cost three ounces? Come up, you-all, and drink. Come up, you unburied dead, ap’ name your poison. Come up, everybody. This is my night, and Em going to ride it. To-morrow I’m thirty, and then I’ll be an old man. It’s the last fling of youth. Are you-all with me? Surge along, then. Surge along.” The waltz in the back room being

BURNING DAYLIGHT

BY JACK LONDON

Author or The Call OeTheW/ld: Wh/EE LaNG, ' Illustrations By Dearborn Melvill

finished, the three couples, followed by the fiddler and the pianist and heading for the bar, caught Daylight’s eye.

“Surge alpng, you-all!” he cried. “Surge along and name it. This is my night, and it ain’t a night that comes frequent. Surge up, you JSiwashes and Salmon-eaters. It’s my night, I tell you-all—” “A blamed mangy night,” Charley Bates interpolated. “You’re right, my son,” Burning Daylight went on, gayly. ‘‘A mangy night, but it’s my night, you see. I’m the mangy old he-wolf. Listen •to me howl.” , And howl he did,. a lone gray timber wolf, till the thrust her pretty fingers in her ears and shivered. A minute later she was whirled away in his arms to the dancing floor, where, along with three Other women and their partners, a rollicking Virginia reel was soon in progress. Few men knew Elam Harnish by any other name than Burning Daylight, the name which had been given him in the early days in the land because of his habit of routing his comrades out of their blankets with the complaint that daylight was burning. Of the pioneers in that far Arctic wilderness, where all men were pioneers, he was reckoned among the oldest. Men like Al Mayo and Jack McQuestion antedated him; but they had entered the land by crossing the Rockies from the Hudson Bay country to the east. He, however, had been the pioneer over the Chilcoot and Chilcat passes. In the spring of 1883, twelve years before, a stripling of eighteen, he had crossed over the Chilcoot with five comrades. In the fall he had crossed back with one. Four had perished by mischance in the bleak, uncharted vastness. And for twelve years Elam Harnish had continued to grope for gold among the shadows of the Circle'. Heroes are seldom given to hero-worship, but among those of that land, young as he was, he was accounted an elder hero. In point of time he was before them. In point of deed he was beyond them. He was a striking figure of a man, of all the men in the Tivoli. Softtanned moccasins of moose-hide, beaded in Indian designs, covered his feet. His trousets were ordinary overalls, his coat was niade from a blanket. Long-gauntletted leather mittens, lined with wool, hung by his side. They were connected, in the Yukon fashion, by a leather thong passed around the

“Surge Along, You-All!” He Cried. “Surge Along and Name It."

neck and across the shoulders. On his head was a fur cap, the ear-flaps raised and the tying-cords dangling. His face, lean and slightly long, with the suggestion of hollows under the cheek bones, seemed almost Indian. The burnt skin apd keen dark eyes contributed to {his effect, though the bronze of the skin and the eyes themselves essentially those of a white man. He looked older than thirty, and yet, shaven and without wrinkles, he was almost boyish. The impression of age was based on no tangible evidence. It came from the abstracter facts of the man, from what he had endured and survived, which was far beyond that of ordinary men. He had lived naked and tensely, and something of all this smoldered in his eyes, vibrated in his voice and seemed forever a whisper on his lips. It was two in the morning when the dancers, bent on getting something to eat, adjourned the dancing for half an hour. And it was at this moment that Jack Kearns suggested poker. Jack Kearns was a big, bluff-featured man, who, along with Bettles, had made the disastrous attempt to found a post on the head-reaches of the Koyokuk, far inside the Arctic circle. After that Kearns had fallen back on his posts at Forty Mile and Sixty Mile and changed the direction of his ventures by sending out to the states for a small sawmill and a river steamer. Jack Kearns suggested poker. French Louis, Dan MacDonald and Hal Camnbell (who

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