The Washington times., 1937-08-12

and biscuits, and black cottee.
They boiled snow for water.
Neither had shaved since the Sec
ond day. Morrison, a big man,
with massive back and shoulders
and a black beard, would not have
been a pleasing figure to meet on
dark street at night. Frenchy,
small of stature, had a thin,
pinched face. The thinness Of this
face was accentuated by the
stringy red beard.
Molly would give million to
see you now, Frenchy."
Molly wouldn't look my way if
I had Fred AStaire's buds" said
the cook. Il busted my date with
her"
Morrison was busily working
with wire, nails and some loose
boards.
What are you messin' around
with them boards for?" asked
Frenchy.
"Snowshoes, you lug. You don't
think we're, going to sit here and
freeze to death when we run out
of wood, do you?"
Morrison cooked his ear.
whats that?"
Family there came a humming
sound. Both ran to the door and
observed, a mile or SO away, q
huge monoplane headed straight
toward them. The craft flew low
over the Summit House, and a man
leaned out, shouted something to
them through megaphone. The
whirr of the motors drowned out
his voice. The plane circled twice
and then dropped a large bag.
Morrison and Frenchy made their
way as rapidly as they could over
the ice crusted snow as the bag
fluttered down-into the Bottom
less Pit! There it tumbled, and
400 feet below caught on a jag
ged rock, and held fast. It might
as well have been dropped into
Tampa Bay.
Three days later, at dawn, Nor
rison stuffed the last of the lunch
counter into the stove. Frenchie
made a pot of coffee, and they had
some cold biscuits.
I'VE start in an hour" said Nor
riSon.
DANcEROT1S TRIP
We'll never make it,"
I'VE start in an hour, anyway"
Morrison himself didn't have
much faith in the improvlsed
snow-shoes, for he was well aware
that the drifts along the highway
might reach 80 or 40 feet in spots.
One misstep and they'd go to glory.
I'm going up to the tower for
a last look-see," he said. Want
to come along"
French shook his head. Morri-
son climbed to the roof and started
to mount the stairway to the 40
foot tower. He senSed the snow
pillow before he heard it; long be-
fore he saw it. But there it was;
the chug-chug of powerful motor
to the west, and as he gazed fasci-
mated for fully IS minutes he real
lied that rescue was at hand. FL
nally the snowplow hove into view
over the ridge, and an hour later
the Old Man rushed into the Sum-
nit House. Four automobiles were
in the wake of the pillow. Men
with intricate-looking cameras;
alert young men in Sheepskin jack
cts with reporter" written all over
them; worS.nen in their heavy
clothing and colored spectacles to
shade their eyes from the glare
of the snow. They entered a build
ing bare of furniture. Morrison
waited patiently for the bawling
out.
The Old Man shook the hands
of both men fervently.
FINE PUBLICITY
Boys. you've made the old peak
famous" he cried. "A dozen news.
paper men in our party. They've
been burning up the wires for 4
week. Some of these photographers
are newsreel men. This is going
to be our biggest season."
Take look around, boss" said
Morrison.
Great stuff, exclaimed the
Old Man. Finest publicity in
the world. Burning the lunch
counter to stay alive. Well have
brand-new equipment here in a
week and have the SRO sign
out all summer. And there's Q
$500 bonus for each of you"
Morrison was too bewildered
to talk. A small man hustled
up Importantly.
II represent the Feature News
Syndicate" he said. I'm autho-
rized to give you $1,000 each for
the exclusive signed stories of
your experiences. Our Mr.. Harris,
here, will write them"
But Morrison didn't hear him.
A young woman in a fur coat
had entered the building.
Mary" he cried, and en-
veloped her in his arms.
There was another young
woman in the rescue party, a
red-headed girl with a turned-up
nose and freckles and sparkling
eyes and rosy cheeks. She was
over in a corner, and she was
not alone.
MY hero!" she softly muir
INJURED to Frenchy. You're
famous now. and I'm so proud
of you"