The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-11-25
ut Number Mne.
BY EDGAR WELToN COOLEY,

her lungs to their utmost and called with
all her strength: Yes! Here, here!''
And then she listened. Family came
reply: Il hear you. Keep calling. I'm
com1ng!''
Slowly freezing in the snow and ice
that whirled savagely around her, she
stood quite still and at intervals shout
ed into the teeth of the gale.
NumbnesS was fast creeping over her;
her face and hands lost every sense of
pain or feeling; her voice became hoarse.
But still she stood in the open door and
wildly called and called.
And just as it seemed she could no
longer endure the awful cold. man
fern, covered from head to foot with
snow and ice. stumbled out of the dark
ness into her arms. Around his waist
was fastened the end of a rope which
extended out into the blackness
This he hastily united, and fastening
it to the knob, closed the door. Then he
pushed his cap from over bis eyes and
smiled into the pale face of the girl in
front of him.
"Oh, Mr.. MarstonT' she cried. Then
sudden faintness came over her.
: The man grasped her frail shoulders in
his big, strong hands and shook her as
he would a child.
mo. no, Miss ClemoDs," he command
ed, you must not faint; indeed, you
must not
Upon his rough handling she felt the
blood rush again to her face, and new en-
ergy crept into her limbs.
Hastily the young man removed his
big fur coat and wrapped it around her.
Then gathering her in his arms, and
opening the door, he grasped the rope in
his right hand and strobe out into the
storm.
The other end of the rope was fastened
to wire fence across the road. When
he reached this fence Marston placed his
hand on the top wire and turning to the
north, fastened onward for half mile
until he came to a wagon gate. 10 this
gate was fastened another rope that
reached to the door Of the Marston
dwelling.
Three minutes later Miss Clemens was
living upon a couch in front of a roaring
fire the Young man and his mother.
chafing her hands and feet. She smiled
into their faces and there We're tears in
her eyes.
George kept watchin' for you to come
out of the school house" Mrs. Marston
said, sympatheticalfy. He seems to
watch for you right smart, she iaueneo.
'And when he failed to see you an the
storm came up. he lowed he'd better go
an get YOU
Miss Clemens glanced at the young
man, who was hastily leaving the room.
and as she gazed after his retreating
figure tenderness crept into her eyes.
BY the following morning the storm
had subsidized, and as Miss Clemens left
the Marston home for her school room
she met George in the yard
For an instant she placed her hands
in his and locked up into his bashful
blue eye.
IT thank YOU, Mr.-George," she said,
tremor in her voice.
He attempted to speak, but lump
arose In his throat and he turned GRIM
son and awkwardly touched his cap
She passed on and he stood and watched
her until she turned in at the school
house Then he sighed. st
Miss Clemens found a real enjoyment
in the companionship of George Marston.
His honor, his honesty, his crude, but
genuine, politeness Impressed her. His
giant strength, his vigor. even MS
freckles, appealed to her, and his bash
fitness and his awkwardness were os-
lightful to this college girl.
He was a new type, revelation to
her, and she enjoyed studying him. Some
how she felt as though no harm could
possibly befall her while she was with
him; that she could trust him always
Every afternoon when her pupils had
been dismissed, she involuntarily went
to the north window Of her schoolroom
to watch the bread shouldered, familiar
figure swinging down the road to meet
her. Once, when he was prevented from
meeting her, and she walked home alone.
a strange feeling Of loneliness crept over
her.
At times at some of the country fes-
tivities, which she enjoyed attending
with Marston, she caught him locking
at her with a wistful, almost envlous
CLEAN in his eyes. But never word was
said by either in reference to her expert
ence in the blizzard. The subject was
often on her mind, but she felt that any
alIusion to her rescue would be distaste~
full to him.
So the winter wore away, and in March
Marston drove Miss Clemens to the sta
ton.
aAnd are you not coming baek?' he
asked anxiously, the old wistful, env1ous
light in his eyes.
She glanced up quickly. A dash of pink
surang to her cheeks.
.sShall I?'' she asked in mock galesy.
Iulpulsiyely he held out his hands 70
her. but Immediately let them drop at
his side and stood in silence gazing down