Tombstone epitaph. (Tombstone, Ariz.) 1887-current, 1918-05-26

Doggone II. IL that wouldn't jest be my
luck" he murmured fretfully.
Sheba hoped there would be one. not,
Of course, a really. truly blizzard such
as Macdonald had told her about. but
the tail Of a make-believe one, enough
10 send her glowing with exhilaration
into the roadhouse with the happy
sense Of an adventure achieved. The
cir. was buoyed up by q sense Of free
dom. For a time. at least. she was es-
Gaping Macdonaid's driving energy, the
appeal of Gordon Elliot's warm friend
liness. and the unvoiced urging Of
Diane. Good old Peter and the kid
dies were the only ones that let her
alone.
She looked back at the horses labor
ing up the hill. saltwater had got
down and was urging them forward.
his long whip cracking about the
He would have liked to turn and run
for it. But the last roadhouse was
twenty-seven miles back. II the blix-
zard came bowling down the slope
they would have q sweet time Of II
reaching safety. Smiths Crossing was
on the other side of the divide. only
nine miles away. They would have to
worry through somehow.
Miss O'Nelll knew that saltwater
Pete was anxious, and though she was
not yet afraid. the girl understood the
reason for II. The road ran through
the heart Of a vast snow-feld. the sur
face Of which was being swept by q
screaming wind. The air was full Of
sifted white dust. and the road furrow
was rapidly filling. Soon II would be
obliterated. Sheba trnmped behind the
stage-driver and in her tracks walked
Mrs Olson. the other passenger.
Through the muffled scream Of the
storm saltwater. shouted back to
Sheba. you wanta keep close to me-"
She nodded her head. His order
needed no explanation. The world
was narrowing to a lane whose walls
she could almost touch with her I'm
gers. A pail Of white wrapped them.
Upon them beat a wind Of stinging
sleet. Nothing could be seen but the
ooihhSS eA thS eld6S oAe 49,
drivers figure.
The bitter cold searched through
Sheba's furs to her soft flesh and the
blast o. powdered ice beat upon her
face The snow was getting deeper
as the road filed. Once or twice she
stumbled and fell Her strength ebbed.
and the hinges Of her knees gave un-
expectedIy beneath her. How long
was it. she asked herself. that Macdon-
aid had said men could live in bliz-
xardl
Staggering blindly forward. Sheba
bumped into the driver. He had drawn
up to give the horses q moments rest
before sending them plunsing at the
snow again.
mo chance" he called into the
young woman's ear. "Never make
Smiths In the. world. Coin try for
miners cabin up gulch little way"
The team stuck In the drifts. fought
through. and was blocked again ten
yards beyond. A dozen times the
horses gave up. answered the sting OF
the whip by diving head first at the
white banks, and were stopped BY
fresh snow-combs.
Pete gave up the fight. He began
unhitching the horses, while Sheba and
Mrs. Olson. clinging to each others
hands, stumbled forward to Join him.
The words he shouted across the back
Of horse were almost lost In the
roar NJ tho ShriolinO ufnd
heluyatime ride
d. gulch," Sheba made out.
He flung Mrs. Olson astride one Of
the wheelers and helped Sheba to the
back Of the right leader. saltwater
clam5ered upon its mate himself.
The girl paid no attention to where
they were going. The urge Of life
was 20 faint within her that she did
not greatly care whether she lived or
died. Her face was blue from the cold.
her vitality was sapped She seemed
to herself to have turned to ice be-
low the hips. Numb though her I'm
gers were, she must keep them fas-
tened tightly in the frozen name Of the
animal. She recited her lesson to her
self like . child. She must stick on
she must-she must.
Whether she lost consciousness or
not Sheba never knew. The next she
realized was that saltwater Pete was
pulling her from the horse. He dragged
her into . cabin where Mrs. Olson lay
crouched on the floor.
| Got to stable the horse1. he ex-