The
'Yukon Trail
- By WllHani MacLeod Koine
I (Continued.)
"No. I'm all right."
The Scotsman pushed himself
fcaek from the boat and fell into an
easy stroke. Nevertheless, there was
power in it, for he reached the Han
nah before the rescued miner had
been helped to the deck.
A dozen passengers, crowded on
the lower deck, pushed forward
eagerly to see. Among them was
Selfridge, his shirt and collar torn
loose at the neck and his immacu
late checked suit dusty and dis
heveled. He was wearing a pair of
up-to-date Oxford pumps.
Macdonald shook himself like a
Newfoundland dog. He looked
around with sardonic amusement, a
grin on his swollen and disfigured
face.
"Quite a pleasant welcome home,"
he said ironically, his cold eyes fixed
on a face that looked as if it might
have been kicked by a healthy mule.
"Eh, Trelawney?"
The Cornishman glared at him.
and turned away with a low, savage
• oath. .
"Are you hurt. Mr. Macdonald?'
asked the captain.
"Hurt! Not at all captain. I
cut myself while I was shaving this
morning—just a scratch," was the
ironic answer.
"There's been some dirty work
going on. I'll see the men are pun
ished, sir."
"Forget it, captain. I'll attend to J
that little matter." His jaunty, al-j
most insolent glance made the half- .
circle again. "Sorry you were too'
late for the party gentlemen—most!
of you. I see three or four of you |
who were 'among those present.' |
It was a strictly exclusive affair. |
And now, if you don't mind, I'll
say good-night."
He turned on his heel, went up 1
the stairway to the deck above and
disappeared into his stateroom.
CHAPTER IT.
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night owl to be an early riser, but
next morning he was awakened by
the tramp of hurried feet along the
deck to the accompaniment of I
brusque orders, together with fre
quent angry puffing and snorting of 1
the boat. From the quiver of the |
walls he guessed that the Hannoh j
was struck on a sandbar. The |
mate's language gave backing to his l
surmise.
Elliot tried to settle back to sleep, j
but after two or three ineffectual ef
forts gave it up. 113 rose and (lid |
one or two setting-up exercises to |
limber his joints. The first of these!
flashed the signal to his brain that i
he was stiff and sore. This brought j
to mind the fight on th<3 hurricane I
deck, and he smiled. It hurt every
time he twitched a muscle.
The young man stepped to the
looking glass. Both eyes were
blacked, his lip had been cut, and
there was a purple weal well up on
his left cheek. He stopped himself
from grinning only just in time to
save another twinge of pain.
"Some party while it lasted. I
never saw more willing mixers.
Everybody seemed anxious to sit in
except Mr. Wally Selfridge," he ex
plained to his reflection. "But Mac
donald is the class. He's there with
both right and left. That uppercut
of his is vicious. Don't ever get in
the wa yof it, Gordon Elliot."
He bathed, dressed and went on
deck.
Early though he was, one passen
ger as least was up before him. The
yo'ing woman he had notice dins:
evening with the magazine was do
ing a consitutional.
Irish he guessed her when the
eyes rested on him for an
instant as she passed, and fortified '
his conjecture by the coloring of the
clear-skinned face and the marks
of the Celtic race delicately stamped
upon it.
The purser rama out of his room
and joined Elliot. He smiled at
sight of the young man's face. "Vour
map's a little out of plumb this
morning, sir," he ventured.
"But vou ought to see the other I
fellow," fame back Gordon boyishly I
"I've seen him —several of him.
I've got to give it to you and Mr. I
Macdonald. You know how to hit." I
"Oh, I'm not in his class."
Gordon Elliot meant what he said. |
He was himself an athlete, had
played for three years left tackle on j
his college eleven. More than one j
critic had picked him for the All-
American team. But after all he was i
a product of training and of the!
gymnasiums. Macdonald was what
nature and a long line of fighting
Highland ancestors had made him.;
The purser chuckled. "He's a good !
tin, Mac is. They say he liked to
have drowned Northrup after he had
saved him."
Elliot was again following with his
ayes, the lilt of the girl's movements.
Apparently he had not heard what
the officer said.
With a grin the purser opened
another attack. "Don't blame you
a bit, Mr. Klliot. She's the prettiest
colleen that ever sailed from Dublin
bay."
"Who is she?"
"The name on the books is Sheba
O'Neill."
"From Dublin, you say?"
"Oh, if you want to be literal, her
baggage says Drogheda. Ireland ic
Ireland to me."
"Where is she bound for?"
"Kusiak."
The young woman passed them
with a little nod of morning greet
ing to the purser. Fine and dainty
though she was, Miss O'Neill gavel
an impression of radiant strength.!
"What is she going to do in I
Kusiak?"
Again the purser grinned. "What |
do they all do —the good-looking;
ones?"
"Get married, you mean?"
"Surest thing you know. Girls
coming up ask me what to bring by
way of outfit. I used to make out
a long list. Now I tell them to
bring clothes enough for six weeks
and their favorite wedding .march."
"Is* this girl engaged?"
"Can't prove it by me;" said the
officer lightly. "But sha'll never
g°t out of Alaska a spinster—not
thr.t girl. She may be goini? to
tecch, or to run a millinery store,
or to keep books for a trading
company. Slie''l stay to bring up
kiddies of her own. Thsy all do."
Three children came up th-j stair
way, caught sight of Miss O'Neill,
and raced pell-mell across the deck
to her.
The young woman's face wa:i
transformed. It was bubbling with
toncerness, with gay and happv
laughter. Flfnging her arms vide,
she waited for them. With inco
herent cries of delight, they flung
themselves upon her.
The two oldest were gills. The
youngest was a fat, cuddly little
boy with dimples in his soft cheeks.
"I dwessed myself, Aunt Sheba.
Didn't I, Gwen?"
Sheba stopped and held him off
to admire. "All by yourself—just
tu;;l- of that."
"We helped just the teeniest bit
on the buttons," confessed Janet,
the oldest of the small family.
"And I tied his shoes," added 1
Gwendolen, "after he had laced j
them."
Gwendolen snuggled cloie to
Miss O'Neill. "You always smell j
so sweet and clean and violety, Aunt
Sheba," she whispered in confidence !
"You're spoiling me, Owen,"
laughed the young woman. "You've
kissed the blarney stone. It's a i
good thing you're leaving the boat I
to-day."
Miss Gwen had one more con-1
fidence to make in the ear of her
friend. "I wish you'd come too and |
be our new mamma," she begged.
A shell-pink tinge crept into the 1
milky skin of the Irish girl. She
was less sure of herself, more
easily embarrassed, than the aver- j
age American of her age and ye::, i
"Are your things gathered ready
for packing, Janet?" she asked j
quietly.
(To lie Continued)
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"Teacher's pet," sneered one of
I the girls, glancing for approbation
'at the taller, kinder looking girl |
who was with her.
i Vi quivered a little at the slur,
; but she held her shoulders firm. I
The other-taller girl had a gen-!
erous face, but even she looked at
Vi disapprovingly. Her look said
plainly, "How could you do it?"
Vi looked up at her hoping she
would understand and say something
comforting, but although she offer
ed no criticism, still she gave Vi no
encouragement, and with a little pull
of her companion's arm, she walked
off.
Tears stood in Vi's eyes, in spite
of her resolution not to cry. Noth
ing would have mattered in the least
if only Glad Hayes had been on her
side. A girl's boarding school is a
little kingdom, the most trivial liap-
I penings in life are greatly exagger
ated here and a favorite may be only
that for a day. Vi was too timid,
too clinging to be popular. The pop
ular girls are the girls who forge
ahead, carry an adoring following
for a time, and then from sheer ef
fort incur jealousy and are deposed.
Vi showed too plainly that she
wanted to be liked. She was will
ing to be friends with any one who
wanted her, her manner showed too
milch sweetness, and although she
was not actually disliked by the,
others, still she missed the spirit of"
boarding school life, because she had
so far missed its fierce friendships,
its rivalry and its secrets. Where j
is there a boarding school without
j secrets—those most precious of
schoolgirl possessions?
But there was just one thing that
Vi possessed, although not an aver
ugeperson would have perceived it.
In spite of hef timidity Vi had
j courage in spite of her desire to be
I one of them. Vi was truthful; petty
i lies, schoolgirl politics, would never
j gain much headway in her cur
riculum. That was why Miss Marne,
dignified head mistress, had asked
Vi to form a report to be presented
j to her when her short weekend visit
I was over.
"It need not be done in an official
I manner," Miss Marne had said, "but
! you may write it in composition
form. The important thing is that
I you tell me what the girls have done,
so that I can be sure of the truth."
Vi hated the job, because she
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wanted the girls to like her. She
had protested faintly to Miss Marne,
had suggested in fact that some
other older girl be given the honor.
Mis.'. Marne observed the child close
ly. took in the softnes of the dim
pled chin, and the sweetness of the
gray eyes and the firm little line of
the mouth that bespoke character.
"Violet," she said finally, "you're
not afraid to do this for me, are
you?"
"Yes, I am." VI admitted.
"But you will do it?"
~ "Yes, Miss Marne," Vi returned,
"if I must." And so she had ac
cepted her unpleasant charge, hop
ing for the best and receiving the
worst. Girls are the same the
world over. The mihute they sus
pect that their actions are to be
spied upon they are resentful. And
so the girls were with VI. They
thouglit that she had been trying to
curry favor with Miss Marne, and
not one, not even Glad Hayes, un
derstood.
"For my part," said Betty Crush
ing when the group of older girls
had gathered in one of the rooms
after dinner that first evening, "I
think she did it purposely. She
found out that we did not care for
her sneaking ways, and so she tried
to be sweet to the faculty."
"Oh, no, Betty. I don't believe
tlyit," said Glad Hayes. "She's too
. straightforward for that. I, for
one, was ready to like her and to be
her friend until to-day when I heard
the news, but I must admit the
I thing puzzled me. I don't under
stand why she accepted such a mis
sion."
"It's hateful," exclaimed two or
three girls together. "We just can't
do a thing we had planned."
"Yes, what's to become of the
chocolate party " called out Betty.
"We'll have to pull it off some
how without letting her know about
it," said a thin faced girl with sharp
eyes.
Glad Hayes slipped out of the
room and its babel of talk as soon
as she could and wandered off to her
own room. Somehow the memory
of Vi's stricken face haunted her.
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that the door stood open. VI was
1 sitting at the little writing table,
I bent earnestly over a letter. .
"Making out your report, VI?"
asked Glad pleasantly.
Vi started and looked up. Her
eyes were dark with crying, aftd
their expression wrung Glad's
heart.
"No, I'm writing home," Vi said
sweetly, still trying to smile. "Aft
er this is over I shan't be able to
stand it here. So, I'm asking them
to let me come home."
"Why, Vi, you poor little kid,"
said Glad impusively, "is it that
bad?"'
Vi nodded. "I've got to tell the
truth," she whispered; "but, O, Glad,
I'd rattier die than do it.
"We thought you wanted to," said
Glad in amazement. "If that isn't
Miss Marne all over again. Come on
down to Betty Cushing's room
honey. If that's the way the land
lies, everything is all right for you.
And, If I hadn't come in here just
now the girls would never have
known."
And Vi clung to Glad eagerly, for
Glad was the most "looked up to"
girl in the school, and Vi adored her.
If Glad understood at last, every
thing was sure to come out all right.
Advice to Lovelorn
roriLAiiiTY
Dear Miss Fairfax: What brings
popularity? As far back as I can
remember I have had no friends of
| cither sex —not even a "pal"—some
one to go out with, confide In a little,
etc. Some girls, no matter how un
attractive they may look to me, have
scores of friends.
I am pretty, refined, dress well,
lively, but when I get with a crowd
, I am lost. I read up on current
events, but as soon as I am Intro
duced to any fellows I lose my
speech, and if some miracle happens
that I do talk, I never make a hit,
or appear interesting to them, and
I do not talk about myself. I let
him do that.—VElO.
Suppose, instead of trying to at
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which is a great favorite of mine.
It reads: "If you would have a friend
you must first be one." Now, if you
are looking for some one to whom
you can tell your troubles and joys,
you are probably thinking so much
about forcing your personality on
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Pick out some one to like. Be gra
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sympathy—your unselfish desire to
please. Don't introduce the topic on
which you have read up, but try to
draw out the other person to express
his or her views. Every one is more
or less shy. "Everybody's lonely.''
Remember that. Other people are
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help them over their awkward places.
Study them—not yourself. When you
are in a crowd, don't try to lead that
crowd or impress it by your brill
iancy, but flnd some one in it to ad
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Stop trying to attract. Admire oth
ers. Think of their good points, not
your own. If you do this faithfully
and religiously, you will find friend
ship coming to you.
TAKE A CHAXCE
Dear Miss Fairfax: X am twenty,
and recently a most wonderful man
has asked me to become his wife. I
should dearly love to say "yes" but
am afraid that I might love him too
deeply. Hence, in time, he might,
become thoroughly bored with me.—
A. H. T.
"The coward dies a thousand deaths
—the brave man dies but once." In
time anything in the world may go
wrong, and if every day before you
set about the tasks assigned to it,
you were to sit around and imagine
how completely they might go amiss,
possibly you would never start. In
deed a man would become-thoroughly
bcred with you if you devoted your
self to a morbid search for trouble
as you seem inclined to do. You
need a little more courage with
which to face life.
"War Marriages"
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
We are nineteen. We are. good
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past two years. Two years ago, at
a reception, we met two young men,
one of whom was then nineteen and
the other twenty. We grew to love
these men who have enlisted and are
now at Fort Wood. Of course, we
cannot see much of them, and al
though we are not formally ennaged,
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