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tal atmosphere. The Indians were moving about excitedly and barking gutturally. Pretty soon I caught sight of Raven Wing, and she, too, seemed to have caught the infection, judging from the way she flashed and danced about. 'What's up, anyway?' I asked myself.
"Then White Feather and Running Deer came over to me and the former began: 'Running Deer says tell you that he and Chief Queahpama talked it all over last night and decided that there's only one way to decide who shall marry Raven Wing. You have a race horse, and so has Red Wolf; you are to race those horses, with Raven Wing as the stake. What do you say?
"I was thunderstruck, but realizing that Running Deer held the whip hand, I prepared to meet him on his own grounds. Of the outcome of such a race I had no misgivings, for Jimmy Britt, true to his thoroughbred sire and Arabian dam, had never been beaten, and I felt positive that an In
dian cayuse had not the ghost of a Red Wolf the Indian Lover
show against him.
“'Tell Running Deer that proposicow. Ask him if Raven Wing shouldn't tion suits me,' I made answer. “When have some choice in the matter. shall the race take place ?'
"There was more mumbling, then “White Feather went over and conWhite Feather turned to me: “Run- ferred with the Indians, then came ning Deer says tell you that you back and announced: 'Red Wolf says whites have your laws and customs that now is as good a time as any. and that we have ours; that your laws Does that suit you?' and customs are made for whites, but “'Yes,' I snapped. “Tell Red Wolf are no good for Indians. He also says to trot out his racer;' and I strode off tell you that his woman wants Raven after Jimmy Britt. Wing to marry Red Wolf, but that he “When I got back, Red Wolf was leans toward you. What do you say mounted and waiting for me, riding about the pony and money proposi- slowly up and down. His mount was tion?'
a trim buck-skin mare, lean and long"Inwardly I was raging at so mon- bodied, with arched neck and silken strous a proposal, but holding my mane and the flaring eyes of the nervtemper in leash, I replied, 'Tell Run- ous racer. I knew at first glance that ning Deer that for every pony or dol- she could run like a deer and that no lar Red Wolf offers I will make it common horse could beat her. two. How does that strike him? “White Feather, standing in the
“'Ugh! heap good,' the crafty Run- arched gateway with tom-tom in hand, ning Deer grunted, not waiting for surrounded by that motley throng of White Feather to interpret.
jabbering Indians, motioned us to ride “Next morning after breakfast, I up alongside. As we swung around detected a new tenseness in the men- neck and neck, I proudly noted that
Jimmy Britt loomed a full hand over had shot her bolt, and in a few more the buckskin. Snorting and eager and leaps I could hear the pounding of her ready for battle he was, his mighty hoofs safely in the rear. heart pounding rhythmically and his “Then, for the first time, my danger eyes flashing defiantly.
flashed upon me. Could I make the "'Its a standing start,' explained turn? For my horse was running like White Feather, and off at the first a thing possessed, senseless of the bit tap. You are to race through the or the sound of my voice, heeding meadow to where the stream crosses naught but the puffing of his oncoming it, then back. The horse first through rival. the corral gate is winner.'
"Pulling with all my weight and "I could hear the quick breathing strength, I spoke to him and attempted of that dark circle about me, broken to quiet him. But with a leap, he occasionally by sharp grunts; but cleared the stream, broke into the timabove all, the shrill protest-voice of ber, and when finally I wheeled him in Mrs. Running Deer. I must confess a wide circle into the course, I caught that my heart beat a wee bit faster as a glimpse of a yellow streak far in the I again caught sight of Raven Wing, lead. this time standing on the fence, the “Then I drew my quirt and lashed center of all eyes. And would you be- Jimmy as he never had been lashed believe it? Nearby stood old Running fore. “Run! I called to him. 'Run! Deer waging his saddle against an- run! other Indian's blankets on the out- “I have always wished that somecome; and from their maneuvers, I one might have been there and held a felt sure that the crafty old renegade watch on Jimmy coming down that was betting on Red Wolf.
home-stretch. I feel sure that he came “ 'Are you both ready?' White close to a world's record for that halfFeather called.
mile run. For not only did he run, "Boom! sounded the tom-tom, and but bounded and flew until his nose we shot out together like two arrows was at the buckskin's flank, then a from the same bow.
few more leaps and we were safely "Level as a floor lay the clean- in the lead. Wildly the Indians were cropped meadow, with not a rock or yelling at Red Wolf, but the little mound in our course. Straight ahead, mare had been run off her feet and one-half mile away, the timber began, her spirit broken. and just on the edge of it was the “I was pulling Jimmy Britt in for stream where we were to make the the gate, sure of an easy victory, turn for the home-stretch.
when a momentous thing happened. "The first few leaps, the nimbler Fate stepped out — yes, Fate in the and quicker buckskin took the lead, shape of Mrs. Running Deer. As I and this brought a wild shout from pulled in for the home-stretch, I Red Wolf's followers. The Indian was caught a glimpse of her standing in leaning forward in easy fashion, rid front of the gate, madly jumping up ing with free rein and holding his and down and waving an enormous quirt in reserve.
red blanket; and before I divined her "Then I spoke to Jimmy Britt. purpose, she threw that blanket With an eager snort, he gathered him- squarely in Jimmy Britt's face. self together and shot forward in "With a startled snort, he swerved great leaps that fairly ate up the and ran down alongside the fence. space between me and the flying In- When I finally brought him in check dian. Half way down the course, and and looked back, it was to see Red Jimmy Britt's nose was at his rival's Wolf dismounted inside the corral, flank; then neck and neck we raced, and Raven Wing at his side, looking Red Wolf now urging with quirt and up at him with shining eyes, her hand spur. But the gallant little buckskin on his shoulder.
mile runded and thens Flank, tafely
“Red Wolf wins!' White Feather ning Deer's blanket had prevented it shouted. 'He was first through the from becoming a reality.
"And say— " "Just what happened the next few Just then the door opened and in moments I have no distinct recollec- the doorway stood a sweet-faced littion. I can only recall casting one tle woman, a wreath of wildflowers in more look at Red Wolf, his head up, her hair, and looking much like one his beaded vest glinting in the sun- herself. She smiled shyly from one to light, and Raven Wing looking proud the other of us, then at a nod and a ly up at him. Then I turned my horse word of introduction from her hussquarely around, and, amid the deris- band, took my hand. ive shouts of the Indians, rode madly “Dinner ready, Helen?" the ranger down the valley into the timber and asked, smiling up at her, his voice on till I had cleared that reservation. soft as a love-note; and as we fol
"No sooner was I off that reserva- lowed the little woman inside, the tion than a wave of revulsion swept ranger winked at me over his offover me. Those last few days seemed shoulder, grinned and whispered, “Reto have been a hideous dream and member, that blanket story is my one only the timely fluttering of Mrs. Run- state secret."
The happy birds are singing, the skies above are fair;
The swallow swiftly winging in merry month of June,
The fading sunset flushes and tints the waving corn;
John RAVENOR BULLEN.
HROUGH his writings Jack bad, for none knew better than he the
kinds of women. He knew life character. His "bad” women are inas no other writer of our time ever finitely better than the good ones of knew it; he knew science and history other and less observing writers. and philosophy as well. In the crea One might say, almost, that London tion of his characters he brought into had drawn the portraits of but two play all his varied knowledge, and women; that he has taken two women! this knowledge and experience taught whom he himself knew, placed them him that there were but two kinds of in all possible situations, analyzed women in this world. He had inti- them mercilessly, yet unobtrusively, mate knowledge of both, therefore he scientifically examined and recorded knew them too well to attempt to their development under different and classify either as “good” or “bad.” varied environment, and given us the He never created a woman wholly result of his observations in the most
wonderful series of pen portraits of comes to her, and fearlessly and honmodern women ever drawn.
estly, without shame or coquetry she He realized that womenkind are di- welcomes it. There is not lacking the vided into two classes. There is the element of parasitism in her makeclass who live to get all they can out up. It is the same kind of parasitism of their menfolk and who give as lit- that every woman who is kept — or tle as they need, or as much as they supported, if you wish to be polite—by are compelled to give in return for any man must have. Her husband, the economic support and love which after the manner of his kind, cultithey require. Then there is the other vates this trait in her. He will supclass of women — mate-women, Lon- port her; he will furnish the home, don called them—who go through the supply the food, pay for her clothes, battle of life side by side with their place her in a position of absolute men; women who are comrades and economic dependence on himself. friends as well as lovers; women When economic necessity compels whose love for their menfolk is ma- them to rent a room, his pride is outternal as well as sexual; women who raged—she must not work. mother the men they have mated; wo- Saxon, relieved from the grind of men whose desire is to give rather the laundry and the necessity of earnthan to receive; women who, giving ing a living for herself, devotes her all that woman can give to man, are time to making herself pleasing in the yet rewarded by all that man can give sight of her man. From him come all to woman.
her wants, all her needs; therefore in One woman is a parasite and the all her life there is nothing so necesother a co-worker; one is a housewife, sary as the art of making and keepthe other a homemaker; one is a cour- ing herself attractive in his eyes. She tesan, and the other a comrade; one is a parasite; but such a wise, intelliis only a wife, and the other is greater gent parasite! Her mental viewpoint than a friend; one is a sex-grafter and is that of the favorite sultana of a the other a mate-woman. Some of harem, but so wise is she that we London's critics say that his women scarcely realize her deficiencies. Adare stilted, women. Some of them are, vised by her friend, Mary, that she is and in their very artificiality they are spoiling her husband by waiting on true to life.
him so much, she says in reply: If some of those critics could get “He's the bread-winner. He works far enough away from their own class harder than I do, and I've got more to get the proper perspective they time than I know what to do withwould realize that their womenfolk time to burn. Besides, I want to wait are stilted, wooden, and that London on him because I want to, and because has merely held up the mirror to their well, anyway, I want to." class. The other type of woman is But Saxon does not remain forever so foreign to them that quite possibly a parasite; she has too much intellithey cannot understand her at all. gence to be satisfied in that role.
Take, for example, the case of Sax- When Billy, her husband, went out on on, the laundry girl whom he made strike, Saxon stood bravely by till the the heroine of the “Valley of the last bit of food was gone. Then, one Moon.” And, in passing let us re- night, Billy came home to tell her that mark that no one but Jack London he had been offered a foreman's place could have written a successful novel and one hundred dollars a month to with a laundry worker for a heroine go back to work. Saxon said: and a burly teamster for a hero. Pre- "You can't do that Billy; you can't eminently a mate-woman, all the in- throw the fellows down.” stincts of the primitive woman who She was rewarded by Billy's handtoiled for – and with — her man, are clasp. Saxon's. She knows love when it “If all the other fellow's wives were
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