Argosy All-Story Weekly, December 4, 1926 — page 128: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By FRANK RICHARDSON PIERCE HEN Marie Marlowe came down from Nome to marry Brick Stewart, who owned a _ herd of cattle and twe flocks of sheep in Central Oregon, she brought along the two things she prized most highly. The first was a Malemute dog she called Sandy, and the other was a full-length coat of Russian sable. The skins had been given her by a trader because she spent a winter in the ice teaching his children to read and write. The coat was worth a small fortune, and many a woman saw it and almost passed out. Brick met her at the dock in Seattle, and after he had kissed her four times he exclaimed: ‘“What’s that the steward is bringing off?” “ That’s Sandy, my Malemute lead dog. You are going to like him, and he’s going to like you. I simply couldn’t live without him. You are not angry, are you?” Of course Brick was not angry. In his present state of mind Marie could have used him as a doormat, and he would have enjoyed the position. They had met at the University of Washington two years before, and the romance had started. They were married at his father’s home up on Queen Anne Hill, and then stepped into Brick’s car for the long drive to the ranch, two hundred miles to Portland from Seattle, then out the Columbia River Highway to The Dalles, and after that straight for the heart of Eastern Oregon. Slow moving, contented flocks of sheep dotted the hills; there were herds of cattle, and once he pointed out a band of wild horses led by a black stallion. And all the while Sandy panted in the back seat along with the baggage. Early one afternoon they arrived at the ranch, and Sandy sniffed about, discovered the scent of two sheep dogs, Joe and Pete, then crawled into a creek to cool off. He was a cold-country dog, and this country was warm. By this time he had decided Brick was a good scout. Sandy would have preferred him at the gee-pole of a sled to sitting astride a horse. And the worst of it was, Marie, his beloved mistress, was also riding, For a YTmonth he endured idleness be- cause it was too hot to work, and, being a Malemute, he was bred for heavy work, and leisure soon got on his nerves. But there was no snow to drag a sled over, 438 (e(0) oOo KS AAI (E)