Evening star., 1928-05-27

were thrilling from the recent
4 excitement. from The glimpse Of
a great passion,
How far is it. Dam" she asked
through a rift left for her eyes and
mouth in the wrappingS os fur rugs
About 90 miles. We ought 10 be
there at half-past s." he answered con-
tentedly. as they swept away from
PembertonS and followed & fairly good
dirt road up through the trees. The
snow was falling in good earnest now
snd the darkness with it. But Dan S
powerful headlights cut through the
confusing curtain Of gray and Patricia
saw that they were making more than
60 miles an hour even or the grade.
lou know the cabin. d ycu?"
'Oh. yes And it's really n mile this
side Of Mountain head, so that we can
begin 10 look for it as soon as we're
over the hill"
This is a blizzard" Dan presently
observed.
But don't you love it," the exultant
voice at his side answered. and a
moment later the girl added, Here.
Dan-thiS is the turn"
In 80 minutes from Pemberton." he
boaSted. He turned the Cal under the
great trees. where the road was already
cabin came into view in the white light
Of the lamps. It was dark, deserted.
tenantleSs.
For heavens sake Patricia be-
gan They're not here"
This isn't the place." Dan suggested.
Isn't the place." she echoed scorn-
fully. Why. know every inch of it.
And look, Dan, there are the boxes on
the porch"
II was now quite dark. Leaving the
car lights burning. they floundered
through the snow to the porch. Here,
sure enough, were boxes and bundles.
all plainly marked for Mrs. Cecil
Throckmorton But the windows Of
the cabin gave back only the furred
and peering two with then hashiight.
The wind sighed about the corner Of
the cabin: branches creaked far above
their heads; silently, swiftly, the snow
continued 70 fall. Patricia began to
feel cold, tired and hungry.
What sort of station is Mountain
head. Patricia?"
"Oh. nothing at all There's no sta
ton. Trains stop On signal, that's all. !"
Ninety miles from Deerbridge, In
this blizzard" Dan unused. 81 don't be-
iieve II could be done. I don't think
1t would be safe"
"Still. we1l have to try it. DAN
Patricia urged anxiously. We can't
stay here"
%And suppose We run out of gas or
a spring breaks In those drifts" he OBJ
tected. Then you would undoubtedly
die"
so would you" Patricia said. with
spirit.
Here" he continued, eyeing the In
n I.nw
TO you. ] suppose there are doors with
KEYS in them. You needn't worry"
He was talking half cnntemptuously,
half absently, as he might have talked
10 an unreasonable child and mean
while measuring the resistance Of the
windows and the door. IN the end he
wTenched a plank from the window,
broke a 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 opened the
door 70 let her in.
Patricia walked hesitantly into the
pitch blackness and blank cold of the
interior. She was beginning TO have a
sort Of frightened admiration for him.
There's a lamp. Dan" she guided
him. And there is a hatchet in the
cellar, know. We can open the boxes
and then use them for the FIRE"
Now you're SPORT" he answered,
and In the light Of the match he held
she saw his boyish grin.
A smoky lamp and smoky fire re-
veaIed 10 them the large room that,
with a tiny Kitchen adjoining, COM
posed the cabin.
Patricia, hungry and weak, eyes
snsrting and throat sore from the
kmoke. feet freezing cold. worked val
isntiy She scattered blankets about
or chairs TO air, and as he piled gro
eerteS and carefully packed meats upon