Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1918-01-11

the Ded ana began 10 SnOre regularly.
Sheba could not sleep. The boards
tired her bones and she was cold.
Sometimes she slipped into cat maps
that were full Of bad dreams. She
thought she was walking on the snow
comb Of precipice and that Colby
Macdonald pushed her from her pre-
carious footing and laughed at her as
she slid swiftly toward the gulf below.
When she walked with a start 1t was
to find that the fire had died down.
She was shivering from lack Of cover.
Quietly the girl replenishcd the fire
and lay down again.
When she wakencd with q start II
was morning. A faint light sifted
through the single window Of the
shack. Sheba whispered to the older
woman that she was going out for Il
little walk.
BE careful. dearie," advised Mrs.
Olson. II wouldn't try to go too far"
Sheba smiled to herself at the warn
ing. 1t was not likely that she would
go far enough to get lost with all these
millions OF tons Of snow piled up
around her in every direction.
She had come out because she was
restless and was tired Of the dingy and
uncomfortable room. Without any de-
finite intentions. she naturally follow
ed the trail that saltwater had brok-
en- the day before. No wind stirred
and the sky was clear. But il was very
cold. The sun would not be up for
half an hour.
AS she worked her way down the
gulch Sheba wondered whether the
news Of their loss had reached Kusiak.
Were search parties out already to res
cue them? Colby Macdonald had gone
out into the blizzard years ago to save
her father. Perhaps he might have
been out all night trying TO save her
fathers daughter. Peter would go. or
course.-and Gordon Elliot. The work
in the mines would stop and men would
volunteer by scores. That was one
fine thing about the North. 1t res
pondcd to the unwritten law that
man must risk his own life to save
others.
But IL the wires had come down In.
the storm KuSiak would not know they
had not got through to Smiths Cross
ing. saltwater Pete spoke cheerfully
about mushing to the roadhouse. But
Shcba knew the snow would not bear
the horses. They would have to walk.
and il was not at all certain that Mrs.
Olson could do so long walk with the
thermometer at forty or fifty below
zero.
From n little knoll Sheba looked
down upon the top Of the stage three
hundred yards below her. and while
she stood there the promise OF the new
day was blazoned on the sky. 1t came
with amazing beauty OF green and
primrose and amethyst. while the stars
fickered out and the heavens took on
the blue Of sunrise. In q crotch be-
tween two peaks faint golden glow
heralded the sun. A circle OF lovely
rose pink flushed the horizon.
She ba had this much OF the poet IN
-ner,- tnat every sunrise was srIrT q MIRA
Gle. She drew a deep. slow breath OF
alteration and turned away. AS she
did so her eyes dilated and her body
grew rigid.
Across the snow waste q man was
coming He was moving toward the
cabin and must cross the trench close
to her. The heart OF the girl stopped,
then beat wildly to make up the lost
stroke. He had come through the bliz-
zard to save her.
At that very instant, as IL the stage
had been set for 1t, the wonderful
Alaska sun pushed up into the crotch
of the peaks and poured its radiance
over the Arctic waste. The pink glow
swept in a tide Of delicate color over
the snow and transmitted it to millions
of sparkling diamonds. The Great
Magician's wand had recreated the
world instantaneously.
ITO Re Cnntinued.)