Arizona republican., 1922-05-08

IoulAdCl IuultlIS INTO the HllillONS OF
dollars-to give me credit for that
and Wen forget the rest. Stay out
and 1 fighti'
For a long moment Kilbane Wor-
thington paced the floor. Then, at
last, he looked up:
"All right
CHAPTER XIV.
1t was grinning Barry Houston
who leaped from the train at Taber-
nacle a week later and ran open
armed through the snow toward the
waiting. Batiste.
'sYou got my telegram" He asked
it almost breathlessly.
"Ah, oui. oui, oui, oui Sacrel and
you are the wizard"
A moment he surged with another
idea. But, now, Ba'teese have eet!
He shall go to Medainei He shall tell
her to write to the district attorney
of Boston-that he will tell her
ut was part of my agreement. Ba'-
tiSte, that he be forced to make no
statepents regarding my innocence.
Slowly Ba'tiste nodded and slapped
the reins on the back of the horse.
'Ba'teese will not see Medaine,'' y
came at last, and they went ons
Again the waiting game.
A month went by, to bring with i
the bill Of lading which told that the
machinery was at last on its way.
March, and a few warm days,
which melted the SHOWS only that
forth Travelled the bobsled 70 Taner-
naele, only to meet with disappoiut-
ment.
I've wired the agent at Denver
three times about that stuff" said
the Tabernacle telegrapher and gem
eral supervisor of freight. Hes told
me that he'd let me know as soon as
it got in,
A week more and winter had re-
turned for a last fling.
They tried the bobsled Ba'tiste
and Houston. only to give it up. The
horses floundered and plowed about
in vain efforts at locomotion, at last
to plunge in the terror Of a bottom
less road.
''Eet is no use" came finally. 1.-The
horse, he can not pull. We must
make the trip on the snowshoe.'
They turned back for the bunk
house, to emerge a few moments
later-bent. padded forms, fighting
clumsily against the sweep OF the
storm. Ghosts they became almost
Immediately. snow covered things
that hardly could be discerned a few
feet away, one hand of each holding
E&s to the stout cord which led
IL, III waist belt to waist belt, their
only insurance against being parted
from each other in the binding swirl
of winter.
The features of the agent as he
stared up from the rafting key were
not conducive to relief.
Your stuff's on the way, if that's
any news to you," came with a wor-
ried laugh. 1T left Denver this
morning behind Number Eight.
Eight isn't past Tollifer yet"
Not past Tollifer?' Houston stared
anxiously. why, it should be at
/ the top of the range by now
| Good reason. They're getting the
snow worse than here. Denver re-
| ported ten inches at eleven O'Clock
and it's fifteen miles from the range
He ratified and banged at the key
for a long moment, cursing softly.
Only the dead "cluck" of a grounded
line answered him.
Things are going to get bad in
this country if this keeps up came
at last. There amt any too great
a stock Of food
the operator went once more to his
desk
He bent over the key His face
went white-tense.
'God!"
Whats wrong?' The two men
We're close beside him now
Number one -eIeven's kicked over
the hill. They're wiring Denver,
from Crestline. The second plow's
/ up there in the snowshed with the
crew. One of ems dead. The other s
wait minute. l have to piece it
/ together"
/ A silence, except for the rattling
of the key, broken jagged, a clat-
/ tering voice of the distance, faint in
+ the roar and whine of the storm, yet
1 penetrating as it carried the news Of
a far-away world--a world where the
+ three waiting men knew that all mad
I turned to a white hell of wintry fury.
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