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woman, beyond an Indian squaw, for
nearly a year.
She -bad the "sweetest blue eyes and
flossy, flaxen hair, just the sort 'you
see back east and never notice be
cause you, can see it whenever you
want to: he had the tiniest foot-v-Bill
Jones said it seemed kind of pro
fane -to look at wlien she stepped
down from the poach. She was all
wrapped up in splendid furs that raust
have cost a mint of money, evan in
Alaska, and her voice was like a little
singing thrush I guess it brought
tears to more eyes than mine.
-"Is -there, any hotej; here 'where I
can stay for the night?" she asked,
looking- atus timid-like.
We scratched our heads. "There's
Hank. Meany's," I said. "He accom
modates the passengers who stop
over. Mostly, though,' when they sees
Hank's place they decides not to stop
over. It's clean andjdecerit, miss, but
not fit for the likes of .you."
"I think it will do for me," she says',
smiling, and when' the stage driver
Bees for sure that she ain'tcoming on
with him he scowls at us and touches,
up the hdrses and drives away. 'No,-1-body
looked at him and nobody asked
him to have anything.
."You see, gentlemen," she says in
a gentle voice, and looking down at
the toe of her shoe; ''ybu see,' I've
.come hefe to be married. Does any of
you gentlemen know Mr. Porter? Mr.
Francis Porter, I mean. We were en
gaged in San Francisco and i was to
come up to Sitka to meet him. But
when I got to Sitka I thought.I might
as well come all the way and give him
K was we got the surpriseFrancis
must have been, as we reckoned,
some twelve miles down the trail, if
he had any grit in -him. More likely,
though, he was' just hanging round
and waiting --for the coach to come
Nobody knew ""what to say. "I
scratched my head and I saw? Bill,"
Jones scratch his. Then sonrebbdy"
spoke up. V ,
"Mr. Porter left us this afternoon,'
he said.t "There was a little misunder-StandingAmiss;-,and
w.e thoughtdt bet
ter to part company: He he "
"What do you mean?" exclaimed
the girl, turning onhim and liSoking
daggers out of herblue eyes. "Why
should there be any misunderstand-
Ing?' ' sh
Then Bill Jones, seeing that we'd:"
got into a bad place, got us into a
"The fact is, miss," he. said, "we
had a serious quarreHhis afternoon.
Some of us had a grudge against Mr.
Porter and we asked him?, td leave
That's 'all. I guess the coach' will pck
him 'up." , " V
"You turned my poor boy out, into
i.uia uiiici ncaiucx out; uicu iuu
turned him out of your camp, iyou
rough, unkind men, because he was
not your sort. . Is . that what you
mean?" " ji
"We can- get him again," volun
teered Bill.Jones... "Butyou see, miss,
there- was serious charges against
him and the boyswouldn't stand f or
him. He" '
"Mr. Francis .Porter-' she flashed
out haughtily, "is a gentleman and
incapable of. 'an unkind word. or
thought. And, .you've turned liim put
to freeze. ' He: -Iwon't ?wait for the
coach; he'll -just sit in the woods until
he freezes." I.knpw his.-spirit. Perhaps
he-'s freezing. now." "4
, She took out a little scented hand-
kerchief and began sobbing as if her
heart would -fbreak. We didn't know
what to do. Some of us began mov
"Is there a single man among you
lot of' cowards?"-' she, cried, raising
her face all -white with anger. "Is
there, a single man.here that will ride
off into the woods and bring him
"Yes, I'll "go, miss," said Bill Jones;
"I'll go," Stfd another.
As for me, I had already gone, to
saddle my pony.
"To cut it short, there wasn't a man
in 'Imperial City5 that didn't go. In