The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-11-19

Gle as it ratified over the frozen ground,
and as my mind glanced about midst
the tales of rural Understanding / had
heard, of masked men rising like con-
Jurors puppets before the belater trav
eler. of ill-gotten gains that had been
made TO vanish like a vision, 1 began
constructing headlines for the next
days issue, in which the name of
George Manning was conspicuous.
There was no getting out unless
chose the certain death of a broken
neck to the more shadowy horrors with
which l was threatened. Suddenly,
1t seemed, we began going sheer up.
Five. ten, fifteen minutes, and still we
climbed. until my faculties became alb
sorbed in the mere act of holding on.
a whiteness. as of the snow, which
knew still fingered among the noun
tains. threw a. glare into the pitchy
darkness of the night. The horses
slipped. the driver swOre, and l hung
on, while the wind struck mournful
chords on the branches of the lonely
pines. THE man is mad" l gasped as
| dug my nails into things about me.
rs mad, is mad" moaned the rising
wind; but who was mad it did not tell.
Perhaps /, perhaps the driver. Heav-
ems. what a lurch, And now the car
riage has stopped, and with it my heart
had stopped also. My nerves, played on
by the mournful mind and the oitchy
night, are tingling like a ichild's, but
there is, no escape. a glare of light
bursts in through the carriage door,
and / find myself cropping for the medi-
cine chest left upon the seat by DR.. A.
Things could not have turned out
worse for me. I had made so certain
in my own mind that the carriage
would stop at some entrance remote
from the house, and that. while the
drivers interest was centered on his
horses, there would be ample time for
me to take wing. Imagine, then. my
panic when, directly following the burst
of light, Voice. not that of the driver
with which / had grown familiar as
ne cursed his beasts up the mountain
side-but smoother. one trained into a
social key, exclaimed eagerly: 80 yea
are here at last. doctor, We have
been looking for you impatiently. She
seems to be growing worse rather than
better
"She," l could have sunk to The
earth. My patient. then, was woman.
/ had not thought of this possibility
My soul was piteous with gilt. The
plight of the expectant patient had
never before entered my head. Sup
pose some victim of acute neuralgia,
some delicate female, was waiting in
hysterical misery for friendly dose of
morphine: or some case of chronic
heart failure lay, cold and livid, in
dire need of one of the mystic drugs
contained in the medicine chest /
grasped so Imply.
Well. l was desperate; there was no
help for me. Heaven send the woman
might be old and ugly, with no malady
in reach of earthly help. In despair
1 climbed from the carriage. to find
myself standing in glare of light be-
fore a long. rough building perched
like an eagles nest upon the barren
desolate spot. while behind me lay the
blackness. the sulf-like abyss from
which we had crawied.
A dark handsome man of some 40
or 80 was peering eagerly into my face,
and the necessity for self control sud
denly presented itself to me with
startling force. In my youth / had
been much given to parlor theatricals,
and through all the confusion OF that
moment, those early days of training
came back 10 me like the whispering
of angel voices. The VOICE CT the az
cepted stage doctor in my day had been
bluff, though pleasant-my voice should
be bluff though pleasant.
"A rough ride, / said, budding my
coat about me as in fancy l moved up
and down before the footlights- witt.
an easy stage stride. We have been
the deuce of time getting here
Il hope you are not suffering from
the cold" exclaimed my companion
politely, as he moved up the steps of
the building before me- You seem
heavily. bundled
Il got mixed up with fool of a