New Britain herald., 1922-05-02
(Continucd From Our Last Issuc)

Again one or those agonizing waits racking to the two men whose futur, depended largely upon the happening atop of the range. Far on the othel side. fighting slowly upward. was { freight train loaded with the neces sary materials of a large sawmill.
 Guess it's all off," came at las "The general superintendent in Den ver's on the wire. Says to back IT everything to Tollifer, including tht blows, and give up the ghost"
 Give 1t up" Houston stared blank. ly at the tclegrapher. But that's mol railroading!"
 "I know. I'll call Denver"
 He turned to the key and hammer. cd doggedly Only soggy deadness an swered. The line was gone!
 CHAPTER XVI
 It'd take guy with a diving suit to find some of them wires guess, T the operator hazarded, as he finally ceased his efforts and reached for his coat and hat and snowshocs. There ain't no use staying here. You fellows are going to sleep in town tonight, >in't you?"
 There was little else to do. They fought their way to the rambling . boarding house.
 Morning brought no relief. The storm was worse. and they faced drifts waist high at the doorway.
 Two hours later. the agent once more at his dead key, Batiste turned to Houston.
 "Eet is no use here," he announced. We must get to camp and assemble the men to help those who are not fortunate. There is death in this storm"
 lines, they started forth, to bend against the storm in struggle and at last to reach the squat, showed in building of camp. There Ba'tiste as- sembled the workmen in the bunk house.
 There are greater things than this now" he announced. We want the strong men-who will go back with us to Taber. .acle, and who will be willing to take the risk to help the country side. Eet is the danger ahead. How many of you will go?"
 One after another they reached for their snowshoes, silent men who acted, rather than spoke.
 Guide line were affixed. Huddled, clumsy figures of white, one follow ing the other, made tn egruelling trip back to Tabernacle. Already the re- ports were beginning to come in, brought by storm weakened blizzard battered men, of houses where the of snow, of lost ranchmen of bawing cattle, drifting before the storm-to death. It was the beginning of two- weeks siege of a white inferno.
 The whole world was one great, bleak thing of dreary white-a desert in which there was life only that there might be death, where the bat tie for existence continued only as a matter of instinct.
 And over this bleak desert went the men of the West Country, silent frost burned men, their lips cracked from the cut of wind, their eyes blood-red with Inflammation, struggling here and there with a pack of food upon their backs that they might reach some desolate home where there were women and children; or stopping to pull and tug at a snowtrapped steer and by main effort, drag him into a barren spot where the sweep of the gale had kept the ground fairly clear of snow.
 A two-inch crust of snow formed | over the main snowfall, permitting l small sleds to be pulled behind strug- l gling men; the world beneath had l been frozen in. to give place to new one above. And with that:
 Its open It's open!" The shout canes from the lips of the telegrapher waving his arms as he ran from the tunnel that led to the stationhouse Its open! I've got Rawlins on the wire!'
 "Rawlins?" Houston had edged for ward. There's not chance. Get Den yer on the wire. Then take this mes sage to. every newspaper in the city:
 Can't you help us? Please tryl to start campaign to force Crestline Road to open the Pass. Women and | are starving here. We have been cut off from the rest of the world for two weeks. We need food--l and coal. Road will not be open for or five weeks more under ordinary This will mean death to many of us here, the wiping out | of great timber and agricultural country, and a blot on the history of