er men, loved Mollie; but it was to ,dsome Jack Bartlett that she gave her rt. One night a few years later he shot -to death in a drunken rage!” Tears came to her eyes as she told me ut Mollie’s wedding, and her tragic th. Her face softened into a smile again, vever, with her next thoughts. ‘Do you remember hearing of Nellie shman? She was an angel if there ever sone! We all loved her. One year there sa terrible fire in Dawson, and everyone ught the whole town was doomed to go in flames. Then Nellie Cashman asked -a bowl of Holy Water, which she threw o the raging inferno. To everyone’s er amazement, the wind changed. Almogt tantly the flames were swept in the op- ite direction, and the greater part of the vn was saved. “Tt was greed for gold, too, that brought m Bonnifield to misery. Not Sam’s greed. » was as honest and fair and generous as +r a man could be. “Square Sam’ was rat we called him. But it was someone e’s greed for Sam’s honestly-won gold 1t put him for many years into an insti- ion for the insane. You probably signed titions for his release! I did! “Why! Sam had grub-staked hundreds men! If anyone wanted a favour, all he d to do was ask Sam Bonnifield! He had lped his relatives handsomely; but some reming, greedy skunk couldn't wait until m died to get everything he had! “Sam wasn’t any more insane than any- With Compliments to the Bae. POLICE P-A-S-C | PORT ALBERNI, B. C. one else! We all knew that. He was simply railroaded. You know, Goldrush days were not always days of justice. Might and lead were law in many cases. “Poor Sam! He was killed in an auto accident in Seattle two years ago.” “He lived the last years of his life Out side, I guess,” I remarked. “Yes, I guess there was nothing but memory in the North for him, too. I used declared. “But they paid me ten dollars a day, and begged me to stay on until the epidemic was over. But I knew Arthur would be worried about me, so as soon as they didn’t need me really badly, I booked passage for Dawson and home.” The Stratton and the Willie Irving were the last river steamers scheduled to go down the Yukon before the fall freeze-up. The Stratton was favoured, because it had a steel Cue year there was a terrible fire in Dawson, and it seemed as if the entire town would go up in smoke. Then, as if by a miracle, the wind changed direction. to wonder why I returned to Dawson so many times when I'd been Outside.” “Did you make many trips to the States when you were at Dawson?” “Yes, I did. And it’s strange, but every time something seemed to happen on the return journey. One fall I arrived at Lake Bennett just a few hours after a boat had left for Dawson. I had to wait a whole month for another, and during that time an epidemic broke out. The hospital was soon over-crowded, and there weren’t half enough nurses to care for the sufferers. Joe Bush, a friend of mine who was a Mountie, cancelled his police duty for weeks to act as a nurse! That sounds strange for a man, * but that was just like him! He had a heart as big as a barrel.” Little Mae Field must have had a big heart, too; for she, small and delicate, and untrained as she was, also offered her services. Knowing her help was needed, she gave all the time and strength she had to the care of the sick during that epidemic “T surely didn’t expect any pay,” she hull. Mae, however, was too late to make reservations on it, and had to take the wooder-hulled Irving. The two vessels left at the same time, going down the river already drifting with chunks of ice. The Willie Irving was in the lead, hold- ing her course to the right side of the Yukon when, at midnight, they steamed around the narrow turn past Selwyn. Suddenly the With Compliments to the B. C. Police e G-S-C “HANK” GUIDOLIN PORT ALBERNI B.C. BLOEDEL, STEWART & WELCH LTD. PACIFIC COAST FOREST PRODUCTS SHINGLE MILLS e RED BAND MILL e PORT ALBERNI SHINGLES Logging Camps: Bloedel, B. C. Franklin River, B.C. Great Central Lake, B. C. Manufacturing Port Alberni, B. C. Sawmills: Port Alberni, B. C. Great Central, B. C. OURTEENTH EDITION Page Thirty-one