Part 26 (1/2)
”Hollis Tisdale?” Jimmie suspended his pencil. ”So you know the Sphynx of the Yukon, do you?”
”That's it. That's the name that blame newspaper called him. Sphynx nothing. Hollis Tisdale is the best known man in Alaska and the best liked. If the Government had had the sense to put him at the head of the Alaska business, there'd been something doing, my, yes.”
The reporter finished his period. ”Don't let this interview bother you,”
he said. ”It's going into my paper straight, Mr. Banks, and in your own words.”
While he spoke, his vigilant glance rested lightly on one of the several guests scattered about the lobby. He was a grave and thoughtful man and had seemed deeply engrossed in a magazine, but he had changed his seat for a chair within speaking distance, and Jimmie had not seen him turn a page.
”What I was going to say, then,” resumed Banks, ”was that afterwards, when the orchards are in shape, I am going back to Alaska and take a bunch of those abandoned claims, where the miners have quit turning up the earth, and just seed 'em to oats and blue stem. Either would do mighty well. The sun s.h.i.+nes hot long summer days, and the ground keeps moist from the melting snow on the mountains. I've seen little patches of grain up there and hay ripening and standing high as my shoulder. But what they need most in the interior is stock farms, horses and beeves, and I am going to take in a fine bunch of both; they'll do fine; winter right along with the caribou and reindeer.”
”Well, that's a new idea to me,” exclaimed Daniels. ”Alaska to me has always stood for blizzards, snow, glaciers, impregnable mountains, bleak and barren plains like the steppes of Russia, and privation, privation of the worst kind.”
Banks nodded grimly. ”That's because the first of us got caught by winter unprepared. Why, men freeze to death every blizzard right here in the States; sometimes it's in Dakota; sometimes old New York, with railroads lacing back and forth close as shoestrings. And imagine that big, unsettled Alaska interior without a single railroad and only one wagon-road; men most of the time breaking their own trails. Not a town or a house sometimes in hundreds of miles to shelter 'em, if a storm happens to break. But you talk with any Swede miner from up there. He'll tell you they could make a new Sweden out of Alaska. Let us use the timber for building and fuel; let a man that's got the money to do it start a lumber-mill or mine the coal. Give us the same land and mineral laws you have here in the States, and homeseekers would flock in thick as birds in springtime.”
The stranger closed his magazine. ”Pardon me,” he said, taking advantage of the pause, ”but do you mean that Conservation is all that is keeping home-seekers out of Alaska?”
Banks nodded this time with a kind of fierceness; his eyes scintillated a white heat, but he suppressed the imminent explosion and began with forced mildness, ”My, yes. But you imagine a man trying to locate with ninety-five per cent. of the country reserved. First you've got to consider the Coast Range. The great wall of China's nothing but a line of ninepins to the Chugach and St. Elias wall. The Almighty builds strong, and he set that wall to hold the Pacific Ocean back. Imagine peaks piled miles high and cemented together with glaciers; the Malispina alone has eighty miles of water front; and there's the Nanatuk, Columbia, Muir; but the Government ain't found names for more'n half of 'em yet, nor a quarter of the mountains. Now imagine a man getting his family over that divide, driving his little bunch of cattle through, packing an outfit to keep 'em going the first year or so. Suppose he's even able to take along a portable house; what's he going to do about fuel? Is he going to trek back hundreds of miles to the seaport, like the Government expects, to pack in coal? Australian maybe, or j.a.pan low grade, but more likely it's Pennsylvania sold on the dock for as high as seventeen dollars a ton. Yes, sir, and with Alaska coal, the best kind and enough to supply the United States for six hundred years, scattered all around, cropping right out of the ground. Think of him camped alongside a whole forest of spruce, where he can't cut a stick.”
The little man's voice had reached high pitch; he rose and took a short, swift turn across the floor. The stranger was silent; apparently he was weighing this astonis.h.i.+ng information. But Daniels broke the pause.
”The Government ought to hurry those investigations,” he said. ”Foster, the mining engineer, told me never but one coal patent had been allowed in all Alaska, and that's on the coast. He has put thousands into coal land and can't get t.i.tle or his money back. The company he is interested with has had to stop development, because, pending investigation, no man can mine coal until his patent is secured. It looks like the country is strangled in red tape.”
”It is,” cried Banks. ”And one President's so busy building a railroad for the Filipinos, and rus.h.i.+ng supplies to the Panama Ca.n.a.l he goes out of office and clear forgets he's left Alaska temporarily tied up; and the next one has his hands so full fixing the tariff and running down the trusts he can't look the question up. And if he could, Congress is working overtime, appropriating the treasury money home in the States. There's so many Government buildings to put up and harbors and rivers to dredge, it can't even afford to give us a few lights and charts, and s.h.i.+ps keep on feeling their way and going to destruction on the Alaska coast. Alaska is side-tracked. She's been left standing so long she's going to rust.”
”If some of our senators could listen to you,” said the stranger, with a swift and vanis.h.i.+ng smile, ”their eyes would be opened. But that is the trouble; Alaska has had no voice. It is true each congressman has been so burdened with the wants of his own State that session after session has closed before the Alaska bills were reached. We have been accustomed to look on Alaska as a bleak and forbidding country, with a floating population of adventurers and lawless men, who go there with the intention to stay only long enough to reap a mineral harvest. If she had other great resources and such citizens as you, why were you not in Was.h.i.+ngton to exploit her?”
Lucky Banks shook his head. ”Up to this year,” he said and smiled grimly, ”I couldn't have made the trip without beating my way, and I guess if I went to some of those senators now and escaped being put down for an ex-convict, they'd say I was engineering a trust. They'd turn another key on Alaska to keep me out.”
He wheeled to tramp down the lobby, then stopped. Annabel had entered.
Annabel arrayed in a new, imported tailored suit of excellent cloth, in a shade of Copenhagen blue, and a chic hat of blue beaver trimmed with paradise. Instantly the mining man's indignation cooled. He put aside Alaska's wrongs and hurried, beaming, to meet his wife. ”Why, you bought blue,” he said with pleased surprise. ”And you can wear it, my, yes, about as well as pink.”
Annabel smiled with the little ironical curl of the lip that showed plainly her good sense held her steady, on the crest of that high wave whereon it had been fortune's freak to raise her. ”Lucile showed me a place, on the next floor of the store, where I could get the tan taken off my face while I was waiting for alterations to my suit. They did it with a sort of cold cream and hot water. There's just a streak left around my neck, and I can cover that with the necklace.” She paused then added with a gentle conciliation creeping through her confidential tone: ”I am going to wear the pink chiffon to-night to hear Tarquina. Lucile says it's all right for a box party, opening night. I like her real well. I asked her to go with us, and she's coming early, in time for dinner, at seven.”
”I thought you'd make a team,” replied Banks, delighted. ”And I'm glad you asked her, my, yes. It would have been lonesome sitting by ourselves 'mongst the empty chairs.”
They were walking towards the elevator, and Daniels, who had learned from the clerk that the important looking stranger who had seemed so interested in Banks' information, was the head of the new coal commission, going north for investigation, stopped the prospector to say good-by.
”I want to thank you for that interview, Mr. Banks,” he said frankly.
”I've learned more about Alaska from you in fifteen minutes than I had put together in five years.”
”You are welcome, so's you get it in straight. But,”--and the little man drew himself proudly erect,--”I want to make you acquainted with Mrs.
Banks, Mr. Daniels.”
”I am awfully glad to meet you, Mrs. Banks,” said Jimmie cordially, offering his hand. ”I understand you are from Hesperides Vale, and I grew up over there in the Columbia desert. It's almost like seeing friends from home.”
”Likely,” Banks began, but his glance moved from the reporter to his wife and he repeated less certainly, ”likely we could get him to take one of those chairs off our hands.”
Annabel's humor rose to her eyes. ”He's hired a box for Carmen to-night; they were out of seats in the divans, and it worries him because our party is so small.”
”I'd be delighted, only,”--Jimmie paused, flus.h.i.+ng and looking intently inside his hat--”the fact is, I am going to take the Society Editor on my paper. We have miserable seats, the first row in the orchestra was the best they could do for us, and she has to write up the gowns. She's an awfully nice girl, and she has a little trick of keeping her copy out of sight, so the people in the house never would catch on; would you think me very bold,”--and with this he looked up directly at Annabel--”if I asked you to give that place in your box to her?”