The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-04-09
IN A BLIZZARD.

| Love. llVeu IN Hdt IN u COIuIOrtdDle,
old-fashioned house In the west end oil
Montreal. The fact that it was an old
house delighted Dove; she. did moi
know why Madame. who lived below.
was SO ready TO expatiate on the many
Inconvenience Of an old house. Why
should she know? Here was this
bright little Madame like most French
Canadians full OF resources and ready
to do anything for her ''locataires. !"
also Martha, Madame's little servant
who thought it an honor to be allowed
to enter the fat upstairs Nothing
could have been more comfortably ar
ranged than this same fiat in tho old
fashioned house
Dove rose one morning with limbs
weighted with lead head aching and
eye streaming; everv symptom, in fact
Of a bad attack OF grippe or influenza;
but sheer fright drove all remem.
brance that such was the case away
and she really does not know If the
disease ran its course or not She
/ found her mother In agmies OF pain.
for 1.-THE grippe" showed itself in an
infinite variety OF forms and this OF
heart-failure was ono of the most pain
full.
Madame she called will you
run down to the grocer and tele-
phone for the doctor? At once please
dear madame"
There was no answer; only a harsh.
metallic cough from madame's room.
and Dove ran down to find this rock
of strength feeble us an infant and I'M
able to lift her head from the pillow.
"And where was Marthap
ALAS! mademoiselle. poor Martha
could not hold up her head last night
fear she has tho grippe ,"
Heres a situation. groaned Dove
rs she put on her furs and went out to
telephone to the doctor
1--we been up all night telephoned
the doctor, hoarsely; and have the
grippe myself, and ought TO be in bed.
But I'll try and come round in the
course OF the morning"
Dove found the wind so high as she
returned that she could hardly make
way against it. The cold, too was Of
the most penetrating quality; exhaust
ing to the vitality.
Il know it's down to zero" said
Dove. 'Oh. how | hate zero! Perhaps
however we shall feel nothin OF it in
our cosy fiat"
Thus encouraged. she struggled
along. knee-deep in the snow and
was stranded by the wind in drift at
the foot of the stops; but Dove was
nothing il not active. SO she clambered
up the glittering mass and. slid down
to the porch door
Presently the doctor arrived. He
was very cross; very tired; and his
opinion was not cheerful Of either in
valid. He said he had about 200 pa
tients waiting for him.
Dove went 10 work with blankets
step ladder hammer and nails keep.
ing anxious watch over the open stove
where huge fire blazed cheerily.
burning in clear red glow, as coal al
ways does during spell OF zero
weather 10 her discontinue she
found the thermometer very obstinate
in clingipg to the fifties. and she ran
down stairs to turn on the hall stove
full drive" Then she closed all the
doors except those belonging to the
two invalids, and passed the day in
incessant work for one or the other
Tho afternoon was drawing to close
before she realized her very serious
position. Not soul had come to the
morning.
She went into her room, opened the
yentilating pane and for IL second
looked into the street. There were
no sleighs no cars; in fact, not n hui
man being was to be seen. The street
was simply snow drift and 1t would
be an utter impossibility for Dove to
get as far as the end OF the block 10
telephone for help.
The last OF the coal was now needed
\ for the fire, and there was no one to
got any more. Dove understood now
why madame abused an old-fashioned
house; the coal had to be kept in a
shcd some twenty feet from the
kitchen door. She ran down stairs to
look ut the self-feeding stove; that al
any rate, was good for another twelve
hours; but the supply upstairs was ut
terly exhausted.
1t would have daunted a stronge:
heart than hers even II braced up by
vigorous physique Dove knew
from sad experience that she must in
evitably freeze at so low n record as
thirty degrees below zero; and then.
how was she 10 stand up in q storrD
such as this?
Its got to be done" said Dove
primly. Il dare say it is not half 70
bad as IL looks"
She pulled the fur cap close over
her ears. tied wooden cloud over her
face to protect eyes and nose, and
pulled the heavy arctics over her
boots. There was no further excuse
for moments pause, so she grasped
the bolt OF the door and slid 1t back.
The wind tore the door 30 furiously
from her hand that poor Dove after
an effort at balance, found herself.
bucket spade and all. in drift beside
the threshold. Now 1t Is very easy