Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1858-07-08
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THE SNOW STORM;
A NIGHT ON THE LAKE
BY CLARA AUGUSTA.

Evening set in cold and gray. Until
noon the sky had been clear; but rs the
sun descended, thick, leaden haze had
obscured his sickly light, and every appear
ance gave promise of the coolest night of
nm unusually cold season. The up train on
the c. ~ Road was detained by the
immense drifts of snow, which had formed
upon the rails; and it was past nine o'clock
when the putting locomotive came slowly
and laboriously up TO the depot at A.,
the Northern terminus of the route.
As is usual in the country, as well rs in
places more thickly settled, quite little
company had assembled in the principal
room of the building, to talk over the Sc
we're weather and to discuss the probability
of the non-arrival of the train that night.
With the first sound of the ominous whis-
tie, the narrow door of the depot was crowd
ed with anxious heads, each trying to pierce
farther into the dark than his neighbor.-
The usual variety of passengers alighted; !;
each one was anxions about their baggage,
and each one particularly certain that it
was just the place where the freight-mas-
ter protested it was not; but rs it is with
only one of the motley crew that we
have to do, We will pass the others silently
by. 'aj g
She was young lady, our heroine, and
was dressed with extreme elegance. Spring
ing hastily TO the platform, scarcely touch
ing the hand of the conductor, she gazed
anxiously around her for moment, and
then made her way to the window Of the
office, which was pushed back to allow the
official within 10 receive the express boxes,
and seperate the mails. The man appeared
to be startled as her low, musical voice
fell on his ear.
"Can you tell me the distance TO Wolf
boso?"
'aTwelve miles, ma'am; and no passage
there for FIVE days; roads completely
blocked up!" and was then turning to &c
away. @
She put out her hand to stay him. "No
passage ?-it cannot be! must be in w
within four hours, sir. My mother is dy-
ing there!"
aSorry-yery sorry, indeed; but it is
an utter impossibility to think of doing
such sthing! Why, ma'am, the thermom
eter stands ten degrees below zero this very
minute, and it will be lower before mid
night"
81 know the cold is intense; / dare say
the way is replete with danger; but my
mother-the mother that brought me into
existence-is dying there, and 1 must &c
to her!n
The voice Of the young girl became
choked and broken as she ceased speaking
ut is a hard case, must admit, but it.
no use to think of attempting to get t,
Wolfsboro tonight; the coach road is a
impossible as the Alps, and the only tracl
is across the lake; but neither man nc
beast could live on that bleak rout half th
distance. I'm sorry, maine, but | onl
speak the truth"
The pale face of the young lady blanche
still paler, but her voice was as firm rs e'
ef.
"Cold and perilous though it be, l mu:
go TO my mother. Were sick she woul
move heaven and earth but she woul
stand by my bedside. Icannot let her di
and I SO very near her, and yet not in he
presencel | must 60 if l 60 on foot an
alone"
"Rash girl! it would be no better thn
suicide to attempt the passage Of the VIII