The times-news., 1938-12-13

grim line. 1t was very nice
mouth, even though it was so
stern. He was not smooth and
shining and fair like Corey. But
there was a ruggedness, a
strength about this boy that
matched the mountains he. set out
TO conquer. - >
He said, ""ShalL we use the tow
pulley to get the top? 1t will save
time" The tow-pulley was a
long loop of rope, that fastened
about ones waist, saved hours OF
labOrious climbing. =,
Sally shock her head stubborn;
ly. "I've plenty of time" she said,
even. though he had none for her,
except this grudgingly extracted
bit, of which she would make the
most, or die in the attempt.
He helped her adjust her Skis
into the toe-plates, frightened the
bindings with one firm pull. They
herringboned up the hif, breaking
the virgin snow that had fallen
during the night.
"Want to. rest?" Dan asked at
the halfway mark. She had match
ed his silence with hers. She
would show him she could share
the companionship and stiffness of
a new day that was like a sanctu-
ary in its stark purity.
|. She. shook. her. head. They
trudged on, side by side. 1t was
glorious, the clean air, washing
against her face, filling her lungs,
beckoning her on and on, up and
up. But not so glorious as the
down-trail, the hushed moment OF
the Schuss! when the ground
would drop away beneath you, the
wind hum in your ears as, like q
feathered creature on the wing,
you took the forest-bound run!
"Do you know anything about
skiing?" Sally's instructor de.
manded .sternly, the summit
reached.
"a little" she admitted, with
her dimpled smile. She should be
better than she had been last
year, after months vacation in
Switzerland last spring, perfect,
ing real Alpine technique.
Wouldn't Corey laugh if he
could see her now, listening so at
tentively while Dan explained so
earnestly the Importance of re-
taxation, of keeping the skis, TO-
gether, the weight balanced.
Better begin with. "a few basic
stems and snow plows first" be
suggested, proceeding to put her
through the easiest maneuvers.F
Il think | can try it now," Sally
said. She bad endeavored to. give
a good demonstration Of windmill
gyratiOns, holding her body with
rsm-hke stiffness. 1t would never
40 to let this serious boy know
she was laughing up her sleeve al
him. NJ
Or was She? Before this frs
Lesson was over, Sally was not sc
sure. He had been so patient, 81
painStakingly careful, $50 'earnes
and eager, when he finally accept
ed the idea that his pupil seemet
in earnest, too. Sally, after !
warm words of praise when sn'
swung a teiemark that was al
most too agile for such begin
ner as she, had the grace TO Zee
a trifle ashamed.
Still, he had asked for u, sn
told herself fiercely the iessol
over. as he knelt before her !
unsnap her skis. ~ *.
"You did pretty swell i1l
e;rl y His direct gray eyes iook
ed up into hers. YOU'D make
real m skier. If you could take
seriously enough" 49,,
"What makes you think
couldn't?" Sally asked.
She liked the way ms; hal
rrmnled, in the breeze. No hat G
,,ants or" sun-goggles fori Da
REYNOLDS. He was of the win
and sky, the. clear swift air Q
mountain tops.
| "oh, / don't know,
HI ..Yes. you do. Tell me!
II "Weu )" he hesitated, tn
warna color. creeping. up into h
| face sIt's the kind of girl yo
| are"
E -. \ 90 civil do -, =,