The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-12-19

| ought to be-sugar and spice and dl
vlnely helpless! Poor lad He was
probably brought up to admire the old
time damsels who twanged on the
guitar and swooned repeatedly. All the
same, / envy hlm! -
When Mr. Fountain returned. glowing
with exercise and crowned with erminc
like youthful Santa Claus, it was to
announce that the last obstacle was re-
moved, and they would now run easily
into Evansdale. Very soon q comforta-
bic hotel received and provided for the
weary passengers, and Fountain saw no
more of his late companion. No trains
leaving next morning, his proposal for q
slcigh in which to drive across the coun-
try was met by the landlord and livery
man with supreme disfayor. Fortified by
good breakfast, which he consumed at
one end of n long table. beholding the
scandinavian goddess eating heartily at
the other, Fountain next went out on a
hopeless quest for vehicles, and, greatly
dlsgrnntled by nonsuccess. was stamp.
ing off the snow upon the hotel steps
when he beheld a rough sleigh drive up,
drawn by "spike' team of three
enormous Normandy draft horses, it's in
terror packed mountain high with straw
and furs, driven by a big, raw -boncd
countrymau, deformcd out of human
shape by many wraps and coats. AT
Vnc odihe homtnI aPpealeu IN tne ooor-
way of the hotel Fountain s young lady
of the train, her brilliant eyes and
rosy face peering from under hoods and
wells, her shapely form disguised by n
man IS furrcd coat and boots. Under the
seat was quickly slowed her valise and
couple of bags. A foot stove lurked
in readiness for her comfort Amid
these successful and triumphant prep
arations she stood the picture of salts
faction.
'Oh. sayl" remarked young Foun-
tain, enviously. GLOW did you man
age itl"
'Did you ever hear of 'pull'9n she
laughed. 'That great big giant of a
driver who used TO be voyageur on the
river. was long In my father employ,
and now keeps small livery in the
that he'd edo the trick if he had to
break Il trace and this is the result.
The people of the house have lent me
extra wraps, and, see here, Mr.. Foun-
tain, perhaps IL S not conventional, and
You ii dlsapprove of me, but YOU do
look so awfully cut up, you know IF
You care to come with me, and take the
vacant scat
Did he care? In ten minutes. Foun-
tain, equipped in Eskimo garb by the
obHglng manager, now interested in the
daring of their trip, was in the sleigh
at Miss Welcomes side, the horses had
started and they were OFF, soon lost TO
sight of curious onlooSers by the good
speed of their steeds.
It was a wonderful and inspiring
sight to young Fountain that met his
eyes when they had fairly left the
town behind. The sun came out in a
half hearted sort OF way, illumining the
vast eXpanse of white with cold
luster. Far and near all nature had
gone under mantles and hoods of err
mine; fences had disappeared. trees
were dwarfcd roofs were strangely
peeping from under giant drifts; only
the telegraph poles served as guides to
what had been the highway. For an
hour or two they made brave progress,
but toward midday the sun went in,
the wind got up. and a fresh fall of
snow was imminent The driver, turn
ing from his perch, asked if the lady
would not prefer to put up at a house
indicated by his whip until the storm
had passed,
Not if you can keep ahead, Fran
co.'s 2ne answered cheerily. ".You
know I wired my family to expect me.
and they'll be on tenterhooks if
don Z appear.
The mans answer was a loud crack
of the whip, and the big horses
strained anew through the unbrokcn
drifts
Fountain thought if he lived TO a
hundred he should never forget the
thrill of that cerie journey, Again and
a~ain they paused before some seem
ingly insurmountablc accumulation of
snow, then boldly plunged into it,
horses, man and passengers emerging
on the other side white as Father Time.
and breathless with the struggle, but