Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-21

a reminder that this solid ice river really
in state of constant change and movement.
Bower laughed with all his customary gaiety
of manner. That came at dramatic
ment, he said. Too bad 1t could not let you
pass without giving you quake!"
II not bit afraid.
All. but l read your thoughts. There is
a bond of sympathy between us"
Hemp IS nonconductor
You are wilfully misunderstanding me- he
retorted.
No | honestly believed you felt the rope
CULVER little"
Alas! it is the atmosphere. My comph-
mentS fall on idle ears.
Barth interrupted this play of harmless chatf
by jerking some remark over his shoulder
Looks like gn1e" he said gruff1y.
NONSENSE" said Bower. A bank of mist
The sun will soon melt it.
It's gnne, right enough, chimed in Karl,
who had recovered his power of speech.
Well, then, push on. The sooner we are in
the hut the better"
please, what is a gu.e2" asked Helen when
the men had nothing more to say.
"A word should have wished to add later to
your Alpine phrase book. 1t means q Storm
Should we not return at once in such an
event as that"
What Who said just she was not
afraid?
but a storm in such place!"
cloud from the southwest. We may have some
wind and a light snowfall. and that will be an
experience for you. Surely you can trust me
not to run any real risk?
"Oh, yes. do, indeed But l have read of
people being caught in these storms and suffer
ing terribly
Not on the Forno, | assure you don't
wish to minimize the perils of your first ascent;
but it is only fair to say that this IS an exhbi-
ton glacier. If it was nearer town. you would
{hpra
with sideshows in every couloir. testing apart,
YOU are absolutely safe with Barth and me. not
to mention the irrepressible gentleman who car
ries our provisions
Helen was fully alive to the fact that a woman
who Joins a mountaineering party should not
impose her personal doubts men who are
willing to go. She f1ourished her ice ak bravely
and cried, Excelsior!"
In the next instant she regretted her choice
of expression. The moral of Longfellows poem
was unpleasantly topical. Again Bower laughed.
'Ahl" he said will you deny now that |
am a first rate receiver of wireless messages.
CHE had no breath left for quip Barth was
~ hurryinp, and the thin air was be ginning to
have its effect. When an unusually smooth
stretch of ice permitted her to take her eyes from
the track for moment she looked back to learn
the cause of such haste. To her complete aston
ishment, the Maloggia pass and the hills beyond
it were dissolved in thick mist monstrous
cloud was sweeping up the Orlegna valley. AS
yet, it was making for the Muretto Pass rather
than the actual ravine of the Forno: but few
wraiths of vapor sailing high overhead,
and it needed no weatherwise native to predict
that ere long the glacier itself would be covered
by that white pail. She glanced at Bower.
He smiled cheerfully :" 1t is nothing, he
murmured.
Il really don't care" she said. Zone does
not shirls adventure merely because it IS dis
agreeable. The pity IS that all this lovely sun
shine must vanish.
1T will reappear You will be charmed with
the novelty in an hour or less.
is it far to the hut