The Washington times., 1921-04-11
By Kathleen Norris.
Author Of sMother.- ssThe Heart ol
Rachest' .sister" and Other
Celebrates stories.

sN8CnGW ShotSH 8oo OtnSE
Celebrates stories.
k<Y r OW far is IL. DanT' she
III asked. through a rift ist. :
IN the wrappings Of fur rugs.
"About twenty miles. We ought
to be there At half-past Ave. nc
answered contentedly, as they
swept away from Pembertons. and
followed a fairly good dirt road up
} through the trees. TheS snow was
falling In good earnest now, and the
darkness with 1t. But cams pow
erful headlights cut through the
confusing curtain of gray, and
Patricia saw that they were max
ing more than twenty miles an hour
even on the grade
You know the cabin, do your :
oh. yesi And its really a mile
this side Of Mountainhead, SO that
we can beEin to look for 1t as soon
~ were over the hill!'
"This Is a blizzard" Dan pres
emily observed. tE
But don't you love it," the ex-
ultant voice at his side answered,
and a moment later the girl added,
Here, Dan-this is the turn
"In thirty-two minutes from Penn
xertonw he boasted. He turned the
car under the great trees, where rho
road was already marked with fresh
wheel tracks. The cabin came into
view in the white light of the lamps.
1t was dark, deserted, tenantless..
"For heavens sake Patricia
began. They're not here"
"This isn't the placer Dan sug-
Eested.
isn't the place she echoed
lxt sylhu
inch of it! And look, Dan. there
are the boxes on the porch!"
1t was now quite dark. Leaving
the car lights burning. they
fIoundered through the snow to
the porch. Here, sure. enough, were
boxes and bundles, all plainly
marked for Mrs Cecil Throckmor-
ton. But the windows of the cabin
gave back only the furred and
peering two, with their flashlight.
The wind sighed about the cor
ner of the cabin; branches creaked
far above their heads; silently.
swiftly, the snow continued to fall.
Patricia began to feel cold, tired
and hungry.
what sort of station is Noun
tainhead, Patricia?"
''Oh. nothing at all! There's no
station Trains stop on signal,
that's all"
Ninety miles from Deerbridge.
in this blizzard" Dan unused, II
don't think 1t could be done!
don't believe it would be safe"
still, we'll have to try 1T, Dan"
Patricia urged anxiously. I'VE
can't stay here"
"And suppose we run out of
gas, or a spring breaks in these
drifts" he objected. Then you
would undoubtedly die
so would you" Patricia said,
with spirit.
Here" he continued, eyeing the
inhospitable cabin, no harm could
come to you! 1 suppose there are
doors with keys in them You
needn't worry.
"A FRIGHTENED ADMIRATION.
He was talking half contemptu-
ousiy, half-absently, as he might
have talked to an unreasonable
child, and meanwhile measuring
the resistance of the windows and
the door. In the end he wrenched
4 plank from the window. broke
pane with one blow of a leather
clad fist, and reached inside for a
catch. A moment later he sprang
into the dark room and opening the
door to let her in. 49,
Patricia walked hesitatingly into
the pitch blackness and blank cold
OF the interior. She was beginning
70 have q sort of frightened admir-
alton for him. There's a lamp,
Dan" she guided him "And there
10 a hatchet in the cellar know.
We can open the boxes, and then
use them for the fire.
"Now, you're sport" he an
swered, and in the light of the
match he held. she saw his boyish
grin. . '-E.
A smoky lamp and a smoky fire
revealed to them the large room
that. with tiny kitchen adjoining,
composed the cabin.
Patricia, hungry and weak, eyes
smarting and throat sore from
smoke, feet freezing cold, worked
valiantly. She scattered blankets
about on chairs to air. and as he
piled groceries and carefully packed
meats upon the table. she fed the
hre with whatever with innsmms BILE.
Gradually the blessed heat began
to mae itself felt and to penetrate
their very bones. Patricia cleared
one end of the table and opened a
great glass jar OF soup.
with coffee and soup, we needn't
penetrate that icy kitchen. Dan"
she submitted. open that can OF
cream: let us eat. I have nYver, IN
the course OF twenty-scven years,
been so hungry" .....
"In the course OF twenty-five, I
have never been so happy" h,
said.
rs Il twenty-five" Patricia,
STOPPING over the coffeepot, turned
to ask.