The Lamar register., 1918-04-17
Copyright by Little. Brown q Coz
CHAPTER XII.
Jack Frost Withdraws.

All through the month of January
each evening. as dusk folded its som
Der mantle about the meadow, the
wolves gathered TO feast on the dead
horses, till Hazel's nerves were
strained to the swapping point. Some
times. when Bill was gone. and all
about the cabin was utterly still. one.
bolder or hunErier than his fellows.
would trot across the meadow, drawn
by the scent of the meat. Two or
three of these Hazel shot with her
own rifle.
But when February marked another
span on the calendar the wolves came
no more. TIE bones were clean.
There was no impending misfortune
or danger that she could point to or
forecast with certitude. Nevertheless,
struggle against 1t as she might. know
Ing IT for pure psychological phenom-
ena arising out of her harsh environ
ment. Uazel suffered continual vague
forebodings. The bald. white peaks
seemed to surround her like a prison
from which there could be no release.
From day to day she was harassed by
dismal thoughts. She would wake in
the night clutching at her husband.
Such days as he went out alone she
passed in restless anxiety. Something
would happen. What it would be she
did not know. but to her II seemed
that the bleak stage was set for I'M
toward drama. and they two the pup
pets that must play.
When Bill drew her up close In his
arms, the intangible menace of the
wilderness and all the dreary monot-
ony of the days faded into the back
ground. But they, no more than 9TH
ers who have tried and failed for lack
of understanding. could not live their
lives with their heads In an emotional
cloud. For every action there must
be n corresponding reaction. They
who have the capacity to reach the
heights must likewise. upon occasion.
plumb the depths. Life, she began to
realize. resolved itself into an unend-
Ing succession of little, trivial things,
with here and there some great event
looming out above all the rest for Its
bestowal of happiness or pain.
February and March stormed n path
furiously across the calendar. Higher
and higher the drifts piled about the
cabin, till at length 1t was banked to
the caves with snow save where Bill
shoveled 1t away to let light to the
windows. Day after day they kept
Indoors. stoklng up the fire, listening
to the triumphant whoop Of the winds.
"Snow. snow!'' Hazel burst out one
day. Frost that cuts you like a
knife. wish we were home again-or
some place"
$50 do l. little person." Bill said
gently. "But springs almost at the
door. Hang on little longer. We've
made fair stake. anyway, If we don't
wash an ounce of gold"
How are we going to get II all outf"
She voiced troublesome thought.
shoulder pack TO the Skeena." he
answered laconically. Build dugout
there, and float downstream. Portage
the rapids as they come"
"Oh. Bill" She came and leaned
her head against him contritely. "Our
poor ponies And it was all my care
lessness."
'Never mind, hon." he comforted.
''They blinked out without suffering
And well make 1t like a charm. Be
game-it'll soon be spring."
By April the twentieth the abdicn-
tlon of Jack Frost was complete. A
kindlier despot ruled the land. and Bill
Wagstaff began to talk of gold.
that precious yeIIovv metal aoupb,