Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-08-26

mere amt no town Dig enough 20
hold all three Of as"
Of you. If he amt able to take care Of
you. why, 1 will as long as live. but
you've both got to CO."
Its the best course under the cir
cumstances." Barclay agreed with re-
lief. We'll take the first boat
You'll 80 today. now" said the hus-
band grimly. before have time to
think it over
I'VE can't 60 afoot," the woman
cried In panic RI
"Tve got dogs And don't argue or
IN weaken. I'm letting him go be-
cause w. seem to need him. Alice.
Only RENE, aber one thing, both Of you
there aim no town l. enough to
hold all time Of us Now go. quick.
before I change my mind, for If the
sun ever goe down on Barclay and
me together. 81. help me God, 1t won't
rise on both OF rs. There amt NO
place in the worN that's. big anSlsn
for him and me- a-rar
McGill stood on the river bank and
watched them vanish into the ghostly
curtain that sifteI slowly down from
the heavens, and when they were final
ly lost to view he turned back to his
empty cabin. Before entering he
paused as usual to note the weather
it was a habit. He saw that the sky
was strangely laden and low. and in
spite of the fact that the "Quick" was
falling rapidly the air was llfeless and
close. If McGill was any judge, that
squat had been but a warning and
foretold more to follow. He sighed
miserably at thought of the night his
wife would have to face.
He cooked his supper mechanically.
then sat for hours staring at it. The
wind rafting at his door finally reused
him to the knowledge that his FIRE was
out and the room chilly. Being unable
longer to bear the silence and the mute
evidences of her occupation that look
ed at him from every side be slipped
per's place, where there were life and
human voices at least.
The night was yelling with million
voices when he stepped out. The bit
ter wind snapped his fur garment as II
to rend 1t to ribbons, the whirling par
ticles of snow rasped bis face like the
dry grains from sand blast. Boreas
had loosed his demons, and they were
lashing the night into chaos. McGill
felt sudden tender concern for the
woman, concern so great as almost
to destroy his bitterness, but be re-
hected that he had seen to loading the
sled himself and among the parapher-
MALTA had included tent and stove.
Unless Barclay was fool, therefore,
Alice was perfectly safe. There was
wood aplenty. and the spruce forests
offered shelter from the gale. The
thought awakened q memory Of those
night camps he had made on that
dreamlike wedding journey and
brought forth 4 groan. How old and
spiritless he had become; he could
scarcely stand against the wind!
OF course the story had gone broad
cast hours before, for other eyes than
his had watched the man and woman
take the outbound trail that afternoon,
- when he came stumbling into Hop
pers place a sudden silence fell. He
went directly to tho bar and called for
straight "hootch," to drive the cold
from his bones; but although It warm.
ed his 6esh, his soul remained numb
and frozen.
Looks like the worst night we've
had Thu year. said the proprietor.
Better have a drink with me-"
McGilrs teeth ratified on the glass
when he put It to his lips. she's
gone" he whispered, staring across the
bar. and didn't kin him L couldn't
4 -on her account
! Hopper nodded. I'm awful sorry 1,