Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-03-10

tainments oe the winter. Keene loved
Nannette with all the deep feeling of
his sturdy. manly nature, but he felt
that she had been in the wrong in
their quarrel and feared a haunting
repulse if he should attempt to REIN
state himself. IL Nannette preferred
the doctor rather than himself he
would not try to interfere. If Nam
nette cared only for him, surely she
would acknowledge her faul- some
day and all would be well again. At
any rate, Keene would not intrude
where he was not wanted. AS for
Nannette, she seemed to be enjoying
herself.
Keene dreamed on as he sat before
the open fire, and it was not until the
first gray light of morning peeped in
at the windows that he awoke. He
was surprised to find himself still IN
the armchair and the vague thought
of his dream, something wrong with
Nannette." still haunted him. The
wind was still bowling about, and the
drifting now whirled and clattered
about the windows. When he looked
out at the storm he cried out in aston
ishment. Never before had such a
sight presented itself in Cedarville.
Great mountains of snow were piled
up in every direction, the Morse's cot
tage could not be seen for the drift
ing snow and the little red school
house up or the mountain side was
buried all but the chimney. AS Sher-
man Keene looked with wide-eyed as
constituent on the work of the bliz-
card, he seemed TO feel a voice telling
of something wrong, some danger for
Nannette.
Putting a flask of brandy in his
pocket, he buttoned his great peajacket
closely over it, wound a giant muf-
fer about his head and strapped on a
pair of snowshoes. Then he took a
shovel from the shed and called TO
his mother as he left the house: 81
am going over to the Morse's to see
if they are all right" The cold, keen
wind stung his face as he staggered
over the snow toward the little cot
tage on the mountain road. AT times
the drift blinded them.
He found Mrs. Morse alone and anx-
ious. Nannette had not come home,
She had delayed too long, and a big
slide of snow had cut of the little
schoolhouse from the cottage. Mrs.
Morse did not think there as much
danger now that Keene had come.
There was surely plenty of fuel at the
schoolhouse and Nannette would not
suffer anything worse than a lonely
night and the loss of he supper. Keene
would soon get her home now. He
only stayed long enough to warm his
nearly frozen feet and hands and did
not wait to hear Mrs. Morse out. and
hurried off up the mountain road.
The school house was almost buried
in the snow; he could only seeCthe
chimney. The chimney stood there like
a small red beacon in a sea of white.
Keene saw something that made him
push on faster and modcdawawawawa
push on faster and made his heart sink
within him. No smoke from the chin
ney. Not even the curling waves OF
heated air rose from the chimney top.
The fire was out, then? How long?
Something was wrong with Nannette,
The drift and slide had buried the little
chool house. Nothing but a tunnel
through the snow could reach Nannette
Keene knew well where the door ought tc
be, and his shovel fairly made the snow
fly. He must have a tunnel big enough
to bring her out. Deeper and deeper he
fought his way into the hard-packee
snow. Now that his tunnel was started
the work was harder. Every shoveifu
had to be carried to the opening m tn,