The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-04-28

the speed of light; the new dope" Is car
rying him on to victory. He knew it.;
his teeth were set; his heart was In his
mouth-the goal was just ahead. Then
something happened; he swerved tenth
of an inch a piece Of Ice caught the
channel of his polished ski, perhaps, and
the next second the line Of racers rushed
like the wind by a figure rolling over
and over its legs, arms, and long skis
seemingly tangled In "a hopeless knot
"Tanglefoot'' had lost again, and the
loud laughter and gibes of the specta-
tors rang in his ears as, half-stunned, he
slid to the bottom and picked himself up.
To their credit, the winners did not
laugh it was the crowd on the hill, and
Barton took off his skis, and avoiding
them, walked over the snow and was lost
to sight in the chute that led to his
home.
That night, as was the custom, there
was a ball, and at the earnest wish of
his mother. Long Barton went. But he
took no part in the entertainment, and
sat by the stove and watched the merry
makers, knowing well that he was the
butt of them all. Late at night, while
he still looked on crowd gathered at
the door around man who had just
arrived-Reel Stacey, the. stage driver.
Hope you folks has extra spices on
It's banked fifty feet at Evans, and the
thirty-foot marks on the pines. are COW
ered,- and it's showing like it will never
stop. But that's not what / come for, y
he continued, unrolling a bundle, blanket
after blanket, and producing baby
that looked up at the men with a Won
dering gaze.
"a baby!" they shouted in chorus, and
half a dozen arms reached for the child
O1d $oid he lr3r
mess first. This is Jim Grayson,s baby;
his wife died last night and he's flat or
his back The cow was killed in the
| snow, and there amt any milk in this
town but this" and the old driver held
up a quart bottle. Now the doctor
says that the only thing to save the
baby is to get it out where there's milk
If we don't it will starve''
why. Reel said the storekeeper
in an awed whisper, Its death to try the
| mountains in such storm"
$50 / told the DOCTOR replied the
/ stage-driver, land / haven't the nerve t.
| try It,. 1 know what it is-a mans lfe
| against the kids. But 1 said I'd state
the case. He's newcomer at Sierra
he got here and can't get away
It's fifty miles to milk If it's a foot >
remarked q administered miner in the
group; wont bread and water DOR
1T might for some,'' retorted the driv.
er, but this baby's not built that way
| She wants milk and she won't touch any
thing else; they've been trying it fo
days. Is there any man here that car
| suggest -anything?" and the speaker rails
| ed his voice.
Every miner present knew that it wa.
impossible to get out of the mountains
even If it was not showing, until the
snow had settled. Every one recalled thu
| names and faces of men who had me
death in trying to cross the Sierras il
storms, and for a few moments no on.
answered; then, as the driver pulled the
blanket over the little figure, which h.
held closer to his breast, voice said:
Well, If the baby wants milk she:
going to have it; don't you forget it
boys" and Long Barton edged through
the crowd and took the child in his arms
He rolled 1t up in the coverings the stage
!! driver had taken Off: then he pulled OF
his snow cap, and followed by the Ii1el
to the door, went out into the storm.
Weir exclaimed Reel Stacey az,
nave picked panglefoot the last one 10
such proposition; but, boys, we've mis-