The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1913-01-09

extended at full lsugth, as II reaching
for the aid that never zane? In lift
ing the poor girl into the cutter might
she not break in two and have to be
carried home In halves?
Tommy Glens was so content to
hear that old blizzard raging outside
while he was SO comfy where he was
that in time he dozed. In time he
also dreamed. In some other time
he dreamed that he was with DR..
Cook within 1000 miles of the north
pole and that he was listening to
cries for help. Those cries awoke
him, and then he heard them in re-
atty.
Bareheaded and in dressing gown
and slippered feet Tommy made
rush for the arctic circle, which was
the highway, and when he returned
to the house he bore the halfinsensi-
BILE form of Miss Nellie Grafton in
his arms. A quarter OF mile down
the road, as she was returning home,
the pony had tried to climb the fence
and had upset things, and then start
ed off for his warm stable.
The girl had made Roadway until
exhausted, and the point reached hap
pened to be in front of the Glens
house. Three or four calls for help,
and then Miss Nellie was a huddle in
the snow. She only dimly realized it
when she was carried into the house
and the warm library and placed in
the big rocking chair, and to this day
she is not sure that Tommy Glens
danced around her and exclaimed:
What shall l do--damn it, what
shall l do! It's girl, and if l don't
do something she'll die!"
Tommy had done nothing as yet
not even to look for the brush broom
to brush away the snow, when the
victim revived enough to say:
"a little wine or brandy, please"
In thirty seconds Tommy had the
decanter from the sideboard, and the
drink he poured out would have made
\ horse dizzy for the next three days.
Miss Nellie only slipped it, and about
five sips made her sit up and say:
How silly of me! l thought I
could face the storm all right
you would have frozen to death.
but l happened to hear your cries. l
guess you are all right now, though.
Let me turn the chair to the fire."
"I'll wait few minutes and see If
the storm doesn't let up. Your moth
er has retired, suppose?"
"She's away"
What"
"And SO is everybody else and I'm
alone in the house"
"You here alone" exclaimed Miss
Nellie as she rose up and staggered
toward the door IL"
ooh, come now, Miss-Miss Graf
ton, think it must be-you can't go
out into this STORM" pleaded Tom
my.
But you see-you see"
"You go back and sit down and I'll
go out myself. I'll 60 up into the
garnet. I'll go down cellar. I'll find
a nice warm snow drift. My name is
Tommy Glens, IL you don't know it.
and I'm perfectly willing to have my
ears frozen for your sake"
The girl halted, smiled and re-
turned to her chair to say:
I'm afraid you wouldn't look we'll
with your ears amputated. Sit down
and we'll talk. have met your moth
er, and dear old lady she Is, but l
have not seen you before. You may
have met my brother, Fred?"
moo, but l shall very soon now"
But We are to talk about reci-
procity, the tariff, woman suffrage and
ali that, you know Now, then be-
gin; and l will take the other side for
arguments sake"
1t was two hours later that the des-
perate brother Fred, after being al
most frozen in looking for a quite
frozen sister, stumbled up to the door
and rang the bell and disturbed
heated argument as to whether old
maids should be given the ballot along
with the rest of the sex. There were
EXPLANATIONS and explanations, and in
the midst Of them Tommy drew Fred
to the front door and outside 1t to
say:
Mr.. Grafton, we are having a bliz-
gard"
well"
"And / want your permission 10
pay my addresses to your sister with
view to matrimony."
You've got nerve to drag me out
here in this storm to tell me that.
But l like nerve. Go ahead"
And as the other sex admires nerve
up to certain point Mr.. Tommy went
ahead.