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Tlte :Wif e of a King " A Metamorphosis of the Gold Country of the Far North By JACK LONDON Copyrlpht by rtIITTTTTTTTTTtrTttlIIIgIIIIIIimiIIXlIIIIIXXIII NCE, when the Northland was very young, the social and civic virtues were re markable alike for their paucity and their sim plicity. When the burden of domestic duties grew grievous, and the fireside mood ex panded to a constant protest against Its bleak loneliness, the adventurers from the Southland, in lieu of better, paid the stipulated prices and took unto themselves native wives. It was a foretaste of paradise to the women, for It must be confessed that the white rovers gave far better care and treat ment to them than did their Indian co-partners. Of course, the white men themselves were satisfied with such deals, as were also the Indian men for that matter. Having sold their daughters and sisters for cotton blankets and obsolete rifles, and trad ed their warm furs for flimsy calico and bad whisky, the sons of the soil promptly and cheerfully succumbed to quick consumption and other swift diseases correlated with the blessings of a superior civilization. It was in these days of Arcadian simplicity that Cal Galbraith journey ed through the land and fell sick on the Lower river. It was a refresh ing advent in the lives of the good Sisters of the Holy Cri ss, who gave him shelter and medicine. Cal Gal braith became troubled with strange thoughts, which clamored for atten tion till he laid eyes on the Mission girl. Madeline. Yet he gave no sign, biding his time patiently. He strengthened with the coming spring, and when the sun rode the heavens in a golden circle, and the joy and throb of life were in all the land, he gathered his still weak body together and departed. Now Madeline, the mission girl, was an orphan. Her white father had failed to give a bald-faced grizzly the trail one day. and had died quickly. Then her Indian mother, having no man to fill the winter cache, had tried the hazardous experiment of waiting till the salmon run on fifty pounds of flour and half as many of bacon. Af ter that the baby, Chook-ra, went to live with the good sisters, and to be thenceforth known by another name. But Madeline still had kinsfolk, the nearest being a dissolute uncle who outraged his vitals with inordinate quantities of the white man's whisky. He strove daily to walk with the gods, and incidentally his feet sought short er trails to the grave. When sober he suffered exquisite torture. He had no conscience. To this ancient vaga bond Cal Galbraith duly presented himself, and they consumed many words and much tobacco In the conver sation that followed. Promises were also made; and in the end the old heathen took a few pounds of dried salmon and his birch-bark canoe, and puddled away to the Mission of the Holy Cross. It is not given the world to know what promises he made and what lies ho told the sisters never gossip; but when he returned, upon his swarthy chest there was a brass crucifix, and In his canoe his niece Madeline. That night there was a grand wedding and a potlach; so that for two days to fol low there was no fishing done by the village. Rut In the morning Madeline shook the dust of the Lower river from her moccasins, and with her husband, in a poling boat, went to live on the Upper river In a place known as the Lower Country. And in the years which followed she was a good wife, sharing her husband's hardships and cooking his food. And she kept him in straight trails, till he learned to save his dust and to work mightily. In the end, he struck it rich, and built a cabin in Circle City; and his happiness was such that men who came to visit him in his home circle became restless at the sight of It and envied him greatly. But the Northland began to mature, and social amenities to make their appearance. Hitherto, the Southland had sent forth Its sons; but it now belched forth a new exodus, this time of its daughters. They did not fail to put new ideas in the heads of the men, and to elevate the tone of things In ways peculiarly their own. No more did the squaws gather at the dances, go roaring down the center in the good, old Virginia reels, or make merry with Jolly "Dan Tucker." They fell back on their native stoi cism, and uncomplainingly watched the rule of their white sisters from the cabins. Then another exodus came over the mountains from the prolific Southland. This time It was of women that be came mighty In the land. They frown ed upon the Indian wives, while the other women hecame mild and walk ed humbly. Thpre were cowards who became ashamed of their ancient cov enants with the daughters of the soil, who looked with a new distaste upon their dark-skinned children; but there were also others men who re mained true nnd proi of their abor 'clnnl vows. When U became the fash ion to divorce the native wives, Cal Galbraith retained his manhood, and Jack London In so doing felt the heavy hand of the women who had come last, knew least, but who ruled the land. One day, the Upper Country, which lies far above Circle City, was pro nounced rich. Dog teams carried the news to Salt Water; golden argosies freighted the lure across the North Pacific; wires and cables sang with the tidings; and the world heard for the first time of the Klondike river and the Yukon country. Cal Galbraith had lived the years quietly. He had then been a good hus band to Madeline, and she had bless ed him. But somehow discontent fell upon him ; he felt vague yearnings for his own kind, for the life he had been shut out from a general hort of desire, which men sometimes feel, to break out and taste the prime of living. Besides, there drifted down the river wild rumors of the wonder ful Eldorado, glowing descriptions of the city of logs and tent3, and ludi crous accounts of the che-cha-quas who had rushed In and were stam peding the whole country. Circle City was dead. The world had moved on up river and become a new and most marvelous world. Cal Galbraith grew restless on the edge of things, and wished to see with his own eyes. So, after the wash up, he weighed In a couple of hundred pouttds of dust on the company's big scales, and took a draft for the same on Dawson. Then he put Tom Dixon in charge of his mines, kissed Made line good-by, promised to be back be fore the first mush-ice ran, and took passage on an up-river steamer. Madeline waited waited through all the three months of daylight. She fed the dogs, gave much of her time to young Cal, watched the short sum mer fade away and the sun begin its long journey to the south. And she prayed much In the manner of the Sisters of the Holy Cross. The fall came, and with it there was mush-ice on the Yukon, and Circle City kings returning to the winter's work at their mines, but no Cal Galbraith. Tom Dixon received a letter, however, for his men sledded up her winter's sup ply of dry pine. The company re ceived a letter, for Its dog teams fill ed her cache with their best provi sions, and she was told that her credit was limitless. Through all the ages man has been held the chief instigator of the woes of woman ; but in this case the men held their tongues and swore harshly at one of their number who was away, while the women failed utterly to emulate them. So, without needless delay, Madeline heard strange tales of Cal Galbraith's doings; also, of a certain Greek dancer who played with men as children did with bubbles. Now Madeline was an Indian woman, and further, she had no woman friend to whom to go for wise counsel. She prayed and planned by turns, and that night, being quick of resolve and ac tion, harnessed the clogs, and with young Cal securely lashed to the sled, stole away. Though the Yukon still ran free, the eddy ice was growing, and each day saw the river dwindling to a slushy thread. Save him who has done the like, no man may know what she endured in traveling a hundred miles on the rim ice ; nor may they understand the toil and hardship of breaking the two hundred miles of packed ice which remained after the river froze for good. But Madeline was an Indian woman, so she did these things, and one night there came a knock at Malemute Kid's door. There at he fed a team of starving dogs, put a healthy youngster to bed, and turn ed his attention to an exhausted wom an. He removed her ice-bound moc casins while he listened to her tale, and stuck the point of his knife into her feet that he might see how far they were frozen. Despite his tremendous virility, Malemute Kid was possessed of a softer, womanly element, which could win the confidence of a snarling wolf dog or draw confessions from the most wintry heart. No? did he seek them. Hearts opened to him as spontaneous ly as flowers to the sun. Even the priest. Father Roubeau, had been known to confess to him, while the men and women of the Northland were ever knocking at his door, a door from which the latch-string hung always out. To Madeline, he could do no wrong, make no mistake. She had known him from the time she. first cast her lot among the people of her father's race; and to her half-barbaric mind It seemed that In him was his vision and the future there could be no Intervening veil. There were false Ideals In the land. The social strictures of Dawson were not synonymous with those of the pre vious era, and the swift maturity of the Northland Involved much wrong. Malemute Kid was aware of this, and he had Cal Galbraith's measure accu rately. He knew a hasty word was the father of much evil ; besides, he was minded to teach a great lesson and bring shame upon the man, So Stanley Prince, the young mining ex pert, was called Into the conference the following night, as was also Lucky Jack Harrington and his violin. That same night, Bettles, who owed1 a great debt to Malemute Kid.,' harnessed up Cal Galbraith's dogs, lashed Cal Gal braith, junior, to the sled, and slipped away In ' the ' dark for Stuart river. , ' " ' - "So ; one two three, one two three.1 Now reverse 1 No, no 1 Start up again. Jack. See tils way. Prlpce executed the movement as" one should who has led the Cotillion. "Now ; one two three, one two--three. Reverse 1 Ah. I that's better. Try It again. I. say, you know, you mustn't look at your feet. One two three, one two three. Shorter steps. You are not hanging to the gee-pole just now. Try It over. There I that's the way. One two three, one two three." Round and round went Prince and Madeline in an interminable waltz. The table and stools had been shoved over against the wall to Increase the room. Malemute Kid sat on the bunk, chin to knees, greatly Interested. Jack Harrington sat beside him, scraping away on his violin and following the dancers. It was a unique situation, the under taking of these three men with the woman. The most pathetic part, per haps, was the businesslike way in which they went about it. No ath lete was ever trained more rigidly for a coming contest, nor wolf dog for the harness, than was she. But they had good material, for Madeline, unlike most women of her race, in her childhood had escaped the carrying of heavy burdens and the toil of the trail. Besides, she was a clean-limbed, wil lowy creature, possessed of much grace which had not hitherto been realized. It was this grace which the men strove to bring out and knock into shape. At the next intermission Prince dis covered a new predicament. "I say. Kid," he said, "we're wrong, all wrong. She can't learn in moc casins. Put her feet into slippers, and then on to that waxed floor phew!" The King Felt Madeline raised a foot and regarded her shapeless house moccasin dubious ly. In previous winters, both at Circle City and Forty Mile, she had danced many a night away with similar foot gear, and there had been nothing the matter. But now well, if there was anything wrong it was for Malemute Kid to know, not her. But Malemute Kid did know, and he had a good eye for measures; so he put on his cap and mittens and went down the hill to pay Mrs. Eppingwell a call. Her husband. Clove Epping well, was prominent in the community as one of the great government offi cials. The kid had noted her slen der little foot one night, at the gov ernor's ball. And as he also knew her to be as sensible as she was pretty, it was no task to ask of her a certain small favor. On his return, Madeline withdrew for a moment to the Inner room. When she reappeared Prince was startled. "By Jove!" he gasped. "Who'd V thought it I The little witch! Why, my sister" "Is an English girl," Interrupted Malemute Kid, "with an English foot. This girl comes of a small-footed race. Moccasins just broadened her feet healthily, while she did not misshape them by running with the dogs in her childhood." Madeline was the wife of a king, a king whose yellow treasure could buy outright a score of fashion's puppets; yet in all her life her feet had known no gear save red-tanned moosehlde. At first she looked In awe at the tiny white satin slippers; but she quickly understood the admiration which sbone. manlike, in the eyes of the men. So the training went on. Every day Malemute Kid led the girl out on long walks devoted to the correction of her carriage and the shortening of her stride. There was little likelihood o? tier identitv hfne discovered, for Oa! Galbraith and the rest of the old-tint ers were like lost children among the many strangers who had rushed Into j the - land.' Besides, the " frost 'of the North has a bitter tongue,: and the ten der. women qf ,the ; Soutjh,: to shield their cheeks from its . biting :f caresses, were prone to the use of. the canvas masks, with faces Obscured ,and bod ies os : in suirrel-sklBt parkas, a mother and daughter, meeting on trail, would pass as strangers. 7 14 V." ." Lin. this way- Thanksgiving: ..night drew near. At irregular Intervals Bettles sent word down from "Stuart river regarding ftbe - welfare of young CaL The time of their return was ap proaching. More "than" bnce a casual caller, hearing ' dancer music and the rhythmic . pulse j of feet, entered, only to find Harrington scraping away and the other two beating time or arguing noisily over ""a.;" mooted step. Made line ; was . never,-, In evidence, having precipitately fled to the inner room. On one of these .".nights Cal Gal braith dropped In. Encouraging news had just come down .from,Stuart riv er, and Madeline had surpassed her self not in walk alone, and carriage and grace, but in womanly roguish ness. . They had Indulged .ln sharp re partee, and she had defended herself brilliantly ; and then -yielding to the intoxication -. of the moment,' .and .of her .own power, she .had -bullied,- and mastered, and .wheedled, aand patron ized them with most astonishing suc cess. And instinctively. Involuntarily, they had bowed, not to " her beauty, her wisdom, her wit, but to, that inde finable something, in woman to which man yields yet cannot name.- The room was dizzy with sheer delight -as she and Prince whirled through the last dance of the evening. " Harrington was throwing in inconceivable flour; ishes, while Malemute Kid,' utterly abandoned,-had seized the "broom and was executing mad gyrations on his own account. - . V At this instant, the "door shook with a heavy rap-rap, and their quick glan ces noted the lifting of the latch. But they . had survived similar situations before. Harrington never broke a note. Madeline shot through the wait ing door to the' . inner ' room. - The Baffled, Defeated. broom went hurtling under the bunk, and by the time Cal Galbraith and Louis Savoy got their heads In, Male mute Kid and Prince were in each other's arms, wildly sehottischlng down the room. As a rule,' Indian women do not make a practice of fainting on provo cation, but Madeline came as near to it as she ever had in her life. For an hour she crouched on the floor, lis tening to the heavy voices of the men rumbling up and down in mimic thun der. Like familiar chords of child hood melodies, every Intonation, every trick of her husband's voice, swept in upon her, fluttering her heart and weakening her knees till she lay half fainting against the door. It was well she could neither see nor hear,, when he took his departure. "When do you expect to go back to Circle City?" Malemute Kid asked sim ply. .. . . .. . . . .. ..' 'Haven't thought much about . iC' he replied., "Don't think till after the ice breaks." .... "And Madeline?" r He flushed at the question, and there was a quick droop to his eyes. Malemute Kid could have-. despised him for that, bad he known men less. "I guess she's all right,"' the Circle City king answered hastily, and in an apologetic manner. "Tom Dixon got charge of my Interests, yon know, and he sees to it that she has everything she wants." Malemute Kid laid band . upon his arm. and hushed him suddenly. They had stepped without. Overhead, the aurora, a gorgeous wamon. flaunted miracles of color; - beneath lay the sleeping town. Far below, a ' solitary dog gave tongue. The king again be gan to speak, but .the Kid. pressed his hand for silence. The sound multi plied. - Dog 'after- dog . took opi the strain till the full-throated : chorus swayed the night. " - - f Cal. Oalbralth shivered ' slightly ' died away In half-caught sob. Tle Kid read his thoughts openly, and Wan dered back with biro through at) the weary flays of " famine and disease t and with him was also the patient Madeline, sharing his pains and perils, never doubting, never complaining. His mind's retina vibrated to a score of pictures,! stern, clear-cut and the hand of the past drew back with heavy fingers on his heart. It was Jhe psychological moment. Malemute Kid was half tempted to play his re serve card and win the game; but the lesson was too mild as yet, and be let it pass. ,. -The , next Instant they had gripped hands, and the king's beaded moccasins were drawing protests from the outraged snow as he crunched down the hill. Madeline In collapse was another woman to the mischievous creature of an hour before, whose laughter had been so Infectious and whose height ened color and flashing eyes had made her teachers for the while forget. Weak and nerveless, she sat in the chair Just as she had been dropped there by Prince and Harrington. Malemute Kid frowned. This would never do. When the time of meeting her husband came to hand, she 'must carry things off with high-handed 1m periOUsness. It was very necessary she Bhould do It after the manner of white women, else the victory would be no victory at all. So he talked to her, sternly, without mincing of words, and Initiated her Into the weaknesses of his own sex, till she came to un derstand what simpletons men were after all, and why the word of their women was law. A few days before Thanksgiving night, Malemute Kid made another call an Mrs. Eppingwell. She prompt ly overhauled her feminine fripperies, paid a protracted visit to the dry goods department of the P. C. com pany, nnd returned with the Kid to make Madeline's acquaintance. After that came a period such as the cabin had never seen before, and what witl cutting, and fitting, and basting, and stitching, and numerous other wonder ful and unknowable things, the male conspirators were more often banish ed the premises than not. At such times the opera house opened its dou ble storm doors to them. So often did they put their heads together, and so deeply did they drink to curious toasts, that the loungers scented un known creeks of incalculable richness, and it is known that several che-cha-quas and at least one old timer kept their stampeding packs stored behind the bar, ready to hit the trail at a moment's notice. Mrs. Eppingwell was a woman of capacity ; so, when she turned Made line over to her trainers on Thanks giving night she was so transformed that they were almost afraid of her. Prince Wrapped a Hudson Bay blanket about her with a mock reverence more real than feigned, while Malemute Kid whose arm she had taken, found it a severe trial to resume his wonted men torship. . Harrington, with the list of purchase still running through his head, dragged along in the rear, nor opened his mouth once all the way down Into the town. When they came to the back door of the opera house they took the blanket from Madeline's shoulders and spreafd it on the snow, slipping out of Prince's moccasins, she stepped upon it in new satin slippers. The masquerade was at Its height. She hesitated, but they jerked open the door and shoved her in. Then they ran around to come in by the front entrance. "Where is Freda?" the old timers questioned, while the che-cha-quas were equally energetic In asking who Freda was. The ballroom buzzed with her name. It was on everybody's lips. Grizzled "sour-dough boys," day laborers at the mines but proud of their degree, either patronized the spruce-looking tenderfeet and lied eloquently, the "sour-dough boys" be ing specially created to toy with truth, or gave them savage looks of fndigna tion because of their Ignorance. Per haps forty kings of the Upper and Lower countries were on the floor, each deeming himself hot on the trail and sturdily backing his judgment with the yellow dust of the realm. An assistant was sent to the man at the scales, upon whom had fallen the bur den of weighing up the sacks, while several of the gamblers, with the rules of chance at their finger ends, made up alluring books on the field and fa vorites. Which was Freda? Time and again the Greek dancer was thought to have been discovered, but each discovery brought panic to the betting ring and a frantic registering of new wagers by those who wished to hedge. Male mute Kid took an interest in the hunt, his advent being hailed uproariously by the revelers, who knew him to a man. The Kid had a good eye for the trick of a step, and ear for the lilt of a voice, and private choice was a marvelous creature wTho scintillated as the "Aurora Borealis." But the Greek dancer was too subtle for even his penetration. The majority of the gold hunters seemed to have centered their verdict on the "Russian Prin cess," who' was the most graceful in the room, and hence could be no oth er than Freda Moloof. During a quadrille a roar of satis faction went up. She was discovered. At previous balls, in the figure "all hands round," Freda had displayed an Inimitable step and variation peculiar ly her own. As the figure was called. the "Russian Princess" gave the unique rhythm to limb and body. A chorus of I-toltf-you-so's shook the squared roof beams, when lo! It was noticed that the "Aurora Borealis" and another rossk, the "Spirit of the Pole." were performing the same trtcfc equally well. And when two twin Sut Oops" anw a "Frost Queen" fol lowed suit, a second1 assistant was dis patched to the afdi of the mar at the scales. . ' i , .' bettles came off trail to the midst of the excitement, descending upon them In a hurricane of frost. His rimmed brows turned to cataracts as be whirled about; his mustache, still frozen, seemed gemmed with dlamfbnds and turned the light In varicolored rays; while the flying feet slipped on the chunks of Ice which rattled from his moccasins and Scotch socks. A Northland dance ts quite an informal affair, the men of the creeks and trails having lost whatever fastidiousness they may have at one time possessed; and only In the high official circles are conventions at all observed. Here, caste carried no significance. Million aires and paupers, dog drivers and mounted policemen, joined hands with "ladles In the center," and swept around the circle performing most re markable .capers. In his quest for the Greek dancer, Cal Galbraith managed to get Into the same set with the "Russian Princess," toward whom popular suspicion had turned. But by the time he had guid ed her through one dance, he was will ing not only to stake his millions that she was not Freda, but that he had had his arm about her waist before. When or where he could not tell, but the puzzling sense of familiarity so wrought upon him that be turned his attention to the discovery of her iden tity. Malemute Kid might have aid ed him Instead of occasionally taking the "Princess" for a few turns and talking earnestly to her In low tones. But It was Jack Harrington who paid the "Russian Princess" the most as siduous court. Once he drew Cal Galbraith aside and hazarded wild guesses as to who she was. and ex plained to him that he was going In to win. This rankled the Circle City king, and he forgot both Madeline and Freda In the new quest. It was soon noised about that the "Russian Princess" was not Freda Mo loof. Interest deepened. Here was a fresh enigma. They knew Freda though they could not find her, but here was somebody they had found and did not know. Even the women could not place her, and they knew ev ery good dancer in the camp. Many took her for one of the official clique, indulging In a silly escapade. Not a few asserted she would disappear be fore the unmasking. Others were equally positive that she was the wom an reporter of the Kansas City "San," come to write them up at ninety dol lars per column. And the men at the scales worked busily. At one o'clock every couple took to the floor. The unmasking began amid laughter and delight, like that of care free children. There was no end of oh's and ah's as mask after mask was lifted. The scintillating "Aurora Bor ealis" became tfie brawny negress whose income from washing the com munity's clothes ran at about five hun dred a month. The twin "Sun Dogs" discovered mustaches on their upper lips, and were recognized as brother fraction kings of Eldorado. In one of the most prominent sets, and the slow est In uncovering, was Cal Galbraith with the "Spirit of the Pole." Oppo site him was Jack Harrington and the "Russian Princess." The rest had discovered themselves, yet the Greek dancer was still missing. All eyes were upon the group. Cal Galbraith, In response to their cries, lifted hUf partner's mask. Freda's wonderful face and brilliant eyes flashed out up on them. A roar went up. to be hush ed suddenly in the new and absorbing mystery of tie "Russian Princess." Her face was still hidden, and Jack Harrington was struggling with her. The dancers tittered on th tlpcoes o? expectancy. He crushed her dainty costume roughly, and then and then the revelers exploded. The Jrke was on them. They had danced all n'.ht with a tabooed native woman. But those that knew, and they were many, ceased abruptly, and a hush fell upon the room. Cal- Galbraith cross ed over with great strides, angrily, and spoke to Madeline In polyglot Chinook. But she retained her com posure, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was the cynosure of all eyes, and answered him in English. She showed neither fright nor anger, and Malemute Kid chuckled at her well-bred equanimity. The king felt baffled, defeated; his common Siwash wife had passed beyond him. "Come!" he said finally. "Come on home." "I beg pardon," she replied; "T have agreed to go to supper with Mr. Kar rington. Besides, there's no end of dances promised." Harrington extended his arm to lead her away. He evinced not the slightest disinclination toward show ing his back, but Malemute Kid had by this time edged In closer. The Cir cle City king was stunned. Twice his hand dropped to his belt, and twice the Kid gathered himself to sprinc; but the retreating couple passed safe ly through the supper-room door, where canned oysters were spread at five dollars the plate. The crowd sighed audibly, broke up Into couples, and followed them. Freda pouted and went In with Cal Galbraith ; but she had a good heart and a sure tongue, and she spoiled his oysters for him. What she said Is of no Impor tance, but his face went red and white. The supper room was filled with a pandemonium of voices, which ceased suddenly as Cal Galbraith stepped over to his wife's table. Since the unmasking, considerable weights of dust had been placed as to the out come. Everybody watched with breathless Interest. Harrington's blue eyes were steady, but under the over hanging tablecloth the latest Iq six guns balanced on his knees. Madeline looked trp,. casualty, with little Interest. ' "May May I have the' next round dance, with t yon?": the king stuttered. The wife of the king glanced at her card and Inclined her bead mm the REAL FARMER A Western Canada Crop Estimat ed at $12,000, Makes $19,000. Messrs. Harris, formerly of Audu bon, Iowa, wrote the "Audubon Advo cate," expressing their satisfaction of things in Western Canada. They lo cated at Makepeace, Alberta. They say there are those who make good, and those who fall. The former are those that land agents refer to when advertising their land. "But," contin ues the letter, "A great many of the farmers in this vicinity pay for their land with their first crop. 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