I'd do the same for any--" "Vaudeville artist!" He looked his reproach, but went on.

"I don't know your name, nor do I wish to know it." "Well, I shall not be so harsh, for I do know your name, MISTER VANCE CORLISS! I saw it on the shipping tags, of course," she explained.
"And I want you to come and see me when you get to Dawson.

My name is Frona Welse.

Good-by." "Your father is not Jacob Welse ?" he called after her as she ran lightly down towards the trail.
She turned her head and nodded.
But Del Bishop was not shamefaced, nor even worried.

"Trust a Welse to land on their feet on a soft spot," he had consoled himself as he dropped off to sleep the night before.