Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-10-08

miles OF creeping AOWH VIC WI ~
trail, clinging together on the edge
OF precipiceS.
Jane Garner sat down on a boul-
der YEARLY, listleSsly accepted the
cigaret offered her by Shep. She
was strangely CARRIED in an old
pair of his overalls. and he was a
biz man. Her trim little figure
was encaSed in a sheepskin Jacket
that would have fitted Bull Mop
tana.
Her cool gray eyes peered from
beneath a turban rudely fashioned
of wooden cloth. Her pretty face
gazed appreciatively at the big
young fellow beside her.
She had learned quite a bit
about Shep Bankson, 25. gradu-
ate of the state university, He
worked Summers on the peak, and
i'm the Winter he generally made
his engineering education pay on
some project or another IN the
Rocky Mountain West.
GAMEST HE EVER MET
BY intuition, he had sure
footedly brought her down from
the summit, held grlmly 10 the
rope tiwce when she had slipped,
handicapped as he was by the
heavy steel toboggan strapped TO
his back. And he had never met
such a game girl as Jane Garner,
nor one half so pretty.
Their cigarets finished and
tossed into the snow bank, they
continued their downward trek
under drab skies, but they had
left the blizzard far behind and
above them. The descent was
easier now, thanks 10 the ever
.thickening FIR, pine and spruce
trees. which. would break a fall,
although neither of them slipped
now.
AS they Skirted the bottomless
pit, only a thin coating of snow
was left on the ground. They
drank deep of the cold waters OF
French Creek and before the
shadows of the evening had rem
ldered the adjacent mountains
lgrotesque and unbelievable, they
had cut over the old forest wagon
road TO the railroad. They rested
by the wooden water tank.
by taking our time" Shep
told her laZily, eve can get
down to the bottom In 10 min
utes. That's only 80 miles an
hour. slower on the curves and
SOn-of-a-Gun HILL"
"You mean" she said, that.
thing can travel as fast as
that?"
1.-THE record" he said, 'fs
eight minutes from the Summit
Householder than mile n
minute. Wen be carrying dou-
BILE, but that wouldn't make any
difference. However, i won't
take any chances now. l won't
risk any danger this late in the
game. Let's get going"
She had TO sit on a narrow
board in front of him. He warned
her not to interfere with the
brake, and to hold on tight TO hi:
knees. For mile the grade
downhin was only per cent, but
past the old Halfway House il
Jumped to 20 and 25 per cent, anc
they SKINNED easily down the
track in the crisp Autumn air.
ARRIVE SAFELY
Tn no time at all. it seemed tC
her, the little resort town came
Into view and he brought the
toboggan to stop at the tiny
livy-clad station.
Lady, we're home" he an
nounced. eff you want to tele-
phone your folks, you can do 1t
from here"
He unlocked the deserted ticket
loffice, led her upstairs to small
office.
Tex MCGUIRE" he said. 'Tn the
Summer time he sits here as
vice president and general man
ager. superintendent and traffic
manager and trainmaster and
bookkeeper OF this nine-mile
railway. Help yourself to the
telephone, just dial your num-
Der"
Her mothers agitated voice was
on the other end of the wire.
Charles here" she said.
"He just called the Bentons and
they said you hadn't been there.
Where have you been darling?"
up on the peak mother"
! Jane said. "And tell Charlie ne
might as well go back to Chi
cago. TomOrrow's business is all
off. I'll be seeing YOU" She
hung up.
"And who" inquired Shep
patiently, sis CharIie?"
"He Is the man." she said.
"whom was going to marry
tomorrow. Until"
Until" she blushed prettily,
81 met you"
THE END
4 Tomorrows short story " Twas
Ever Thus by Miriam F. Bran
don.
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