Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-28

Bower crept nearer. His action suggested
stealth. Though the wind was bowling under
the deep caves of the hut, he almost whispered
" Yes, YOU are right-quite right. Let us &C
now-at once. With YOU and me, Mr.. Spenser
Miss Wvnton will be safe-safer than with the
guides. They can follow with the stores. Come
There IS no time to be LOST
The others taken aback by his as
founding change of front that they were silent
for instant 1t was Helen who protested
firmly enough.
The lightning seems TO have given us an at
tack of nerves, she said. 1t would be ridicu-
lous to rush off in that manner
But there IS perIl-real perll-In delay.
admit it. was wrong
POWERS anxiety was only too evident
Spenser, regarding him from a single view
point, deemed him a coward and his gorge rose
at the thought.
oh nonsense" he cried contemptuously
We shall be two hours on the glacier; so five
more minutes won't cut any ice. If YOU have
food and drink IN there, Stampa certainly wants
both. We all need them. We have to meet
that gale all the way. The two hours may be-
come three before We reach the path.
Helen guessed the reason of his disdain. 1t
was unjust; but the moment did not permit OF
Il hint that he was mistaken. To save Bower
from further commitment-whlch, she was
convinced. was due entirely to regard for her
safety-she went into tn, hut.
obliged to you for taking SO much trouble.
suppose We may eat something before we
start?'
'Assuredly, jrdulein," he cried Am l not
here. Even If it began to snow at once, could
still bring You unframed to the chaets
Josef Barth had borne Stampa's reproaches
with surly Difference; but he refused to be de-
graded in this fashion-before Karl too, whose
tongue wagged SO loosely.
That is the talk of foolish boy not OF a
man. he cried wrathfu1ly. Am | not fitted,
then, To take nAdemoiselle home after bringing
her mere"
Truly, on a fine day. josef" was the smiling
answer.
II told monsieur that a gn1e was blowing up
from the south; did Karl; but he would not
harken. Ma ion! am not to blame" Barth.
on his dignity, introduced few words OF
French picked up from the Chamonix men. He
fancIed they would awe Stampa and prove in
cidentally how wide was his own experience.
The old guide only laughed. "A nice pair,
you and Karl!'' he shouted Are the voy-
ageurs IN your care or not! You told mon
sieur, indeed You ought to have refused to
take mademoiselle. That would have settled
the affair. fancy"
But this monsieur knows as much about
the mountains as any OF us. He might sur
prise even YOU, Stampa. He has climbed the
Matterhorn from Zermatt and Breuil. He has
come down the rock wall on the Col DIES Nam
tillons. How is one to argue with such a voy-
ageur this childs glacier"
Stampa whistled 'Oh-knows the Matter
horn. does he? What is his name'"
Bower" said Helen" Mr. Mark Bower
WHAT Say that again, irdnlein! Mark
Bower Is that Your English way OF
putting it,
Helen attributed Stampa's low hiss to u
tardy recognition OF Bowers fame d noun
taineer. Though the hour was noon. the light
was feeble. Veritable thunderclouds had gath
cred above the mist and the expression of
Stampa's face almost hidden in the OBJ
security of the hut.
That is his name" she repeated. You
must have heard Of him. He was we'll known
the high Alps-years ago." She paused be-
fore she added those concluding words. She
was about to say in your time but the sub
stituted phrase was less personal, since the cir
cumstances under which Stampa ceased to be
a notabilitv IN the street" at Zermatt were in
her mind.
God in heaven" muttered the old man,
passing d hand over his face as though waking
from dream, God IN heaven Can it be that
my prayer is answered at last" He shambled
out.
Spenser had waited to watch the almost con-
tinuous blaze OF lightning PLAYING on the gla-
cler. Distant submits We're now looming
through the diminishing downpour OF sleet. He
was wondering if by any chance Stampa might
be mistaken. Bower stood somewhat apart
seemingly engaged in the same engrossing task
The wind was not quite SO fierce as during its
first onset 1t blew in gusts. No longer scream