The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1901-01-24

"|Phdt arc Bou doing, Dcnnctt9" he crted
ways" thinks Of him first" Aloud he
said: "We're none OF us going to freeze
If l can help 1t. Sit where you are until
| unhitch your horse. We might as
we'll give him Il chance for his life"
When he began to do this, however,
Hiram aroused himself.
"Whnt are you doing, Dcnnctt?" he
cried. "If you let the horse loose, we're
lost" He seized the whip and tried to
reach Phil with it. The horse began to
plunge.
Phil sprang forward and caught the
whip from the others hand. keep
quiet" he said stcrnly, cor I'll warm
you with this lash myself"
Hiram fell back and Sworc. Myrtle
shrani away from him, but Phil did
not see her. He had turned his attcn-
ton to the rcstivc horse again and soon
had him free.
"l'm afraid," he said gravely, "that
we canno, get out OF here till 1t stops
showing. am going to unhitch Black
Bob, and we will all come back into
my Sleigh"
I'm going to stay here" growled
Hiram.
"Wc'n do whatever you say, Phil"
| declared Myrtle.
Phil loosencd Black Bob from tho
shafts, and the two horses plunged
| away into the storm. Then, after vast
labor, he partially cleared away snow
bank and turned the huge, old fashion
| ed highbnck over. 1t would have shell
| tered half a dozen quite comfortably.
| "Come back here now" he shouted
| to the couple half buried In the smaller
| sleigh.
The girl struggled out, but Hiram re-
fused to move. stay there, then and
| be II dcrned fooln Phil exclaimed
wrathfully, and he half carried Myrtle
to the oyerhanging sleigh and placed
| her among the warm robes.
"You Will not let him stay there to
| freeze TO DEATH" she whispered plead
| ingly. make him come"
"All right" responded Phil bitterly
and went back and drove Hiram out Of
the cutter, secured all the robes and
made him join Myrtle under the high
| back. Then the brave fellow crnwled
In himself and let the box sleigh settle
down about them. In few minutes
they were buried by the driving snow
1--WE must GO, Myrtle between u.s."
said Phil. "She will be warmer there
If this old blizzard doesn't last too
long. somebody Will be along to dig us
out tomorrow"
Ball yielded the warmer position to
the girl with very Ill grace. The
common metal underneath the gilt was
showing very plainly. Myrtle turned
her back upon him completely She
and Phil spoke together only in whis-
pers.
"Dear Phil" she snld 1--WE should
have died had you not come"
'Humph! The old highbnck is good
for something It n pinch" remarked
| Phil, with pnrl"rnhlc maliciousneSs.
"And old friends prove the most
faithful'in the end" whispered the doe
| tors daughter.
| Phil simply grunted. But when, n
moment later, he found she was softly
crying, with her nose buried in the
collar OF his bcarSkin coat, he threw
injured pride to the winds and just
put his arms around her. What he
| said and what she said after that was
| none OF Hiram Balls business, nor is
1t any Of yours, inquistive reader.
In the morning, when the storm had
ceased. searching party discovered
the horses In a little grove Off the trail,
where they had taken shelter. and soon
afterward found the overturned sleigh
and the three castawnys all warm and
secure. Hiram Ball left his useless
cutter where 1t lay, but Phil dug out
the old highback and drove Myrtle
home In 1t. and when the scighlng
was good the next winter he brought
the doctors daughter to singing school
as his wife.