The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-11-26
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1 cause they alters melt in them parts and run all over things and make a muss." And then the climb away up the mountain, stumbling over rocks and slip ping on smooth slides and sealing almost vertical slopes, and then the top. shiyer- ing in the cold, freezing in the sharp | winds."
 Tt is a little coIdish like nights, waitin' I fer the sun to rise; but, lordy! ain't it a fine sight when she does git up. It kind O pays fer settin' round on top O the hill tryin' to keep warm by a brush fire that goes out mos as soon as 1t kin- dles."
 Then that time Dick slipped on a glare l of ice and fell down the side of the noun | tain into a crevice. and you crawled down and found him there hurt so that he could not move. and you put your own coat around him to keep him warm and sat against the wind to shelter him from 1t. You set his broken ankle and nursed him through all the days that he was helpless, watching him day and night. You scarcely ate anything in all the time that Dick could not be moved, lest the food that you had brought for the journey should give out and Dick might suffer. Then, when he was able to bear the motion, you carried him in your arms down to the plain and to the little station and took care of him till he was we'll"
 "sho', now! Did Dick tell you all that stuff?"
 He would have died that time if it had not been for you"
 That's nothin' fer a man to do."
 T think it is great thing for man to do. It shows friendship, and think that is not a common thing in life.''
 Dicks my pardner."
 Miss Lyleford had heard men say The is my brother with less of the hnality of self-surrender than was expressed in the simple statement of the relationship of this miner with his friend. She heard a soldier say once He is my comrade," with something of the deep, soft, earn est information of her escort. She felt as if she would like to touch the hand that held the burro's bridle. Instead, she leaned over and patted the burro's neck. A peculiar kind of loneliness swept through her as she felt that she could never know the close relationship of a ''pardner" in mine among the noun tains
 A note in the sound of her voice re- minded him of a voice he used to know away back in the years-his boyhood years-when he used to play with a girl in the schoolhouse yard. That voice had drifted away in silence long ago and he had not thought of it for years, except sometimes when he lay awake nights and heard soft wind sweep through the pine trees. To his ear the wind had an undertone of sadness, as If 1t might have drifted over a grave.
 A blaze of lightning lit up the noun tain pathway. From the narrow ledge that wound around g steep wall of rock the girl looked down into the depths of a canyon that seemed to open into the heart of the earth. "Balaam will take you safe through, no matter how shaky 1t looks.' She looked up into the kindly, reas- suring face, and smiled confidently. I'm not afraid; but it all seems so strange and so beautiful, and awful It is uplifted so far above the world that I wonder how the people who are used do not seem to belong to earth any more. to such scenes feel and if they are not larger and grander than we who live on the common levels" T s'pose most folks are about the same old bad pennies. no matter where they live nor what they look att
 How did you know about me so far away7"
 Dick had told me where he come from, and then, when he was out O his head he talked about you. and I thought meb- be you lived back where he did. He didn't
 
 mebbe you might be all he had, and then I sent the telegraf hoping you might get 1t and come.'
 You and are all he has, and we will save him.
 The man lifted his face up toward the dark sky.
 Yes. please God. we'll save him."
 They had left the narrow defile and were on a high plateau.
 There iss Tent Town inst hafora ,1a That is our camp. We have no houses yet. Will you mind staying in a teAt?"
 T shall love it. I never saw a tent before. It will be such a novel experi- ence to live in one."
 1t. Away over there, where the clouds have divided and there is a big, white star shining down onto it,
 They fixed their gaze on the white tent and silence fell upon them until they had reached the little cluster of tents and Daisys escort led her to the one next that on which the white star shone.
 This is yours next to his. BilPs taking care or Dick. Do you see the pink light in the window? That means he Is bet- ter told Bill to put that light fin the it." 0ee
 She stood for a moment in the door- way and looked over toward the east where Thanksgiving day would dawn in 1ew hours How full of gladness was the deep, dark night.
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