The Connecticut labor press., 1919-07-12
Copyright, W. @. Chapman

widened into a sm)oth, snOw-coated surface of a lake.
 And on a point of land projecting from the bottom of that mighty wall l saw the chateau!
 It could have been nothing else. It was a splendid building-not larger than the house of a country gentle man, perhaps, and made of hewn logs i; but the rude sp1ender of it against that icy, rocky background transfxed me with wonder. .--
 On each side of the chateau cata- ract plunged, yelling itself in an opac- ity of mist, tinted with all the spec tra1 hues by the rays of the westering sun.
 Why, that, position was impreg- nable! Behind it the sheer pr ecipice, up which not even bird could walk i; the impossible lake before it, and the torrent on either side!
 But-how had M. Charles Duchaine gained entrance, there?
 There seemed to be no entrance. And yet the chateau stood before my eyes, no dream but very real indeed
 Before reached the hut again I had formulated my plan. l would start at dawn, or earlier, and work around these mountains, a circuit of perhaps twenty miles, approaching the chateau by the edge of the lake. l concluded that there must exist a ridge of mar row beach between the whirlpool and the castle though it was invisible from above, and that the entrance would disclose. itself to me in the course of my Journey. -.
 Although the sun was well above the horizon when I awoke I started out on the fourth morning eager to achieve the entrance to the. chateau. First I plodded back to the two mountains which guarded the ap- proach to the valley, then worked round along the flank of the ridge of peaks, searching for an entrance. The further I went, however. the higher and more precipitous became the mountains.
 There was no visible entrance to that mountain lake on any side, and to descend that sheer, ice-coated preci- pice was an impossibility.
 4 It was long after nfghtfan when l +N and idispirited.
 awoke too late on the fifth morn ing, and was too stiff 70 make much of a journey. I climbed to the edge of the glacier once again in. the hope of discovering an approach. I exam tned every foot of the ground with meticulous care. -f
 But wherever approached the edge the same wall of rock ran down yer tically for some three hundred feet, veneered with ice and wrapped in a perpetual, blinding spray s-. ;.
 I was within three hundred feet of Jacque1ine's home and yet as far away as though leagues divided us. I looked down at the chateau and ground my teeth and .swore that I would win to her. But all the rest of that day went in fruitless searching.
 This was to be my last night in the cabin. could not return, not though were perishing in the snows.
 Happily my eyes were now entirely we'll, and my hands, though chapped and roughened from the frostbites, had suffered no permanent injury. So I started out with grim resolution on the sixth morning, when the dawn was only red streak on the horizon. and the stars still lit my way. n
 As I stood, rather, weary, balancing myself upon my -snowshoes, heard a wOlf's howl quite near to me. Raising my .headI saw no wolf but an Eskimo dog-the very. dog had encountered in New York -Jacqueline's dog!