laskan and Canadian coasts, till the Straits of
Juan de Fuca were passed and she led her boy by the hand up the hard pave
of Seattle.

There she met Sandy MacPherson, on a windy corner, very much surprised
and, when he had heard her story, very wroth--not so wroth as he might
have been, had he known of Kitty Sharon; but of her Jees Uck breathed not
a word, for she had never believed. Sandy, who read commonplace and
sordid desertion into the circumstance, strove to dissuade her from her
trip to San Francisco, where Neil Bonner was supposed to live when he was
at home. And, having striven, he made her comfortable, bought her
tickets and saw her off, the while smiling in her face and muttering "dam-
shame" into his beard.

With roar and rumble, through daylight and dark, swaying and lurching
between the dawns, soaring into the winter snows and sinking to summer
valleys, skirting depths, leaping chasms, piercing mountains, Jees Uck
and her boy were hurled south. But she had no fear of the iron stallion;
nor was she stunned by this masterful civilization of Neil Bonner's
people. It seemed, rather, that she saw with greater clearness the
wonder that a man of such godlike race had held her in his arms. The
screaming medley of San Francisco, with its restless shipping, belching
factories, and thundering traffic, did not confuse her; instead, she
comprehended swiftly the pitiful sordidness of Twenty Mile and the skin-
lodged Toyaat village. And she looked down at the boy that clutched her
hand and wondered that she had borne him by such a man.

She paid the hack-driver five pieces and went up the stone steps of Neil
Bonner's front door. A slant-eyed Japanese parleyed with her for a
fruitless space, then led her inside and disappeared. She remained in
the hall, which to her simply fancy seemed to be the guest-room--the show-
place wherein were arrayed all the household treasures with the frank
purpose of parade and dazzlement. The walls and ceiling were of oiled
and panelled redwood. The floor was more glassy than glare-ice, and she
sought standing place on one of the great skins that gave a sense of
security to the polished surface. A huge fireplace--an extravagant
fireplace, she deemed it--yawned in the farther wall. A flood of light,
mellowed by stained glass, fell across the room, and from the far end
came the white gleam of a marble figure.

This much she saw, and more, when the slant-eyed servant led the way