The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-15

horse or dog; and 1t was nothing more than audible thought of gladness for grateful forceful aid which had over come resisting other force that lay In the way of his observations and expert ment.
 But this one saying had instantly stilled the songs of pretty Hansine.
 Thenceforth she went mutely about her tasks at the hut. She watched her companion for meaning in slightest gesture or look. She quietly warned him that he must make haste in his strange task. and went on silently and soddenly preparing for the coming of the farmer. his helpers and the ponies for the fasks, the kegs, the bundles and the herds. She even moved her couch from the common room to the dairy. and slept beside the piles of cheese and the cavernous cauldrons there.
 All unnoticing, the professor grew in cheeriness as Hansie became despond- ent. He prattled and glowed and worked unceasingly. Night after night, on his return to the saeter, he sat and wrote and figured and calculated and muttered beside his sputtering candle; and then read pages of his scientific thunderings upon "the viscosity of gla- cial ice" to Hansie, who listened word less and motionless in the far shadows of the room, and when he was done whispered tremulous God natl" Good nightD and then in silence stole away.
 One graying morning Hansine came stoutly in front of the professor and urged him to remain at the saeter.
 They will be here at once, I am sure;" she pleadingly said. "All is in readiness to go. If we stay behind but one day, we may never reach Or meim!'
 But he put her aside as he would have done foolish child and petu- lantly went his way to the ice cavern and his task. She stood at the hut door until she had seen him disappear be- aind the drowning rocks. Then she wrung her hands piteously and looked shudderingly at the close, dark sky. She had scarcely re-entered the cabin door when the farmer with his pack ponies and helpers had come.
 You are i'll, Hansine;" they said. 'We will do the work. Get the stu dent-fool and follow quickly; for the first wild storms are even now upon us." She ran fleetly to the field and burst Into the ice cavern calling loudly:
 Come! Come! They are here. Do you not know that dreadful storms are cominge Can you not believe Han sine?"
 But Professor Detrius Moraine was surely science-mad in his gittering cell.
 Tell them," he distractedly re- turned as he came to the entrance, "to remain for but two days; for but one. I will pay them well; whatever they may wish. They must wait, Hansine! For all Norway l cannot sooner leave this place."
 See, see the sky!' she pleaded. Look. .look!I' Here she raised her up- turned palm and clutched at flakes fine and hard as needle-points which her weather-wise, eyes alone could see. Gan you not hear the moaning of the winds creeping. stealthily like wild beasts into the gorges?'
 One more day, Hansine!-one more day I must, will, have it! Tell the good people soy he said, almost fierce ly, tearing himself from her, but not without struggle, and hastening back to his ice chamber and his work.
 Dear Cody Is, so great a mind gone mad!" she cried, reeling back despair ingly from the cavern entrance.
 
 cent girl had known within the dread slences of her soul in the week that had gone; what immeasurable agonies now swept into her frenzied heart; what weights of dauntless heroism her nature in an instant reached, might never be fully revealed. This much had outward expression.
 She looked again at the sky as at a deadly foe. She peered over the rocks to her departing friends, and heard the tinkling' bells of the ponies and the herds already fading to musical whis- pers far down the craggy heights. She turned and stealthily placed a little package of food she had" brought with in the cavern entrance. She swung back the skins and blankets before 1t with the trembling touch of one re- placing pail upon their best loved dead. Then, with a parting glance of unutterable tenderness, she left the spot, reeled down the rocks and across the valley to the open cabin door as one struck with mortal hurt; and then fell unconscious upon the earthen floor of the deserted Crag-hollow saeter hut.
 When our rescuing party, which numbered half the folk of the Roms- dal, the sturdy inn-keeper of Ormein, all-but-frantic Lars. my ingenious companion and myself, had reached the saeter of Klippe-hul, the fiinty show lay almost even across the valley from crag to crag.
 But single tiny black spot was any where visible upon the blinding reach of white: A, mad race was instantly made for this. It proved to be the wide chimney-top of the sought-for saeter hut. To the Norwegians' practised eyes it showed where the heroic girl had made her exit from her imprison- ment for rescue of her own.
 It was easy to follow the tracks of her sooty snow-shoes across the level snow. A mile or so higher up the field Lars espied the, black, pinnacled crag- point beside what we all felt sure must