Year: 1878


ness" in a blast furnace, First, there
came a driving northerly storm bring
ing untold freights Of drifting snow from
the Arctic regions, till all the cotntry
was buried under genuine ''Minneso-
ia blanket" No roads, no paths-no
use in trying to make any, almost.


And then there followed cold snap,
that utterly exhausted the expressive
powers of the thermometers. The only
way to get the mercury low enough was
to hang it down we'll. Thirty, thirty
five, and some said forty degrees below
zero--only, when people are half frozen,
they are apt to exaggerate. -t


Anyhow, there were terrible stories
of suffering. here and there, and nobody
cared to stir far from home 'until the
frost should let go its hold little. I"


"John," said the careful judge, on
the third day, when the abating storm
began to let in the FROST" John, don't
you think you'd better go and take
look at the Ericsons don't believe
the old man was ready for this"


"What You amt in earnest ?" ex-
claimed that ardent lover. "Ten miles
through these drifts Do you want me
to bury myself?" ... Sd.


"Well, maybe you're right; but I
wouldn't wait too long. They'll be
breaking out the roads in a day or so,"
replied the judge.


But more than ga day or so " went by
before the Mataska people cared to at
tempt good deal in the way of road
making, and in the meantime the Eric
sons had not been ready for this"


With endless supplies Of timber-land
close by-that is, within mile or SO,
and generally fine winter weather TO
haul in what he might want, old Jan
could never see the policy of making up
much of wood-pile.


Besides, a huge provision for warmth,
such as his neighbors made, offended
Jams keen sense of economy. They
would surely waste what they had 80
much of.


When, however, the old man saw the
storm beginning, the even unusually
bare condition of his pile of chips
struck him with sudden dismay, and
he at once started for the forest with O.
yoke o: oxen.


1t was rash thing to do, for man of
his age; but he had counted on his
thorough scandinavian toughness to
carry him through. And SO it did; for
at supper-time he fought his way to the
house again, through the heaping drifts
and the binding rush of the storm; but
he came alone, for his team and their
load were hopelessly stalled and showed
under.


There was fuel enough on hand for
| that night, with economy anu ola Jan
cheered Norma with the promise of what
he would do on the morrow And Norma
tried to be cheerful; but the howling,
dismal tempest without was only too
we'll in keeping with the dismal state of
her own internal feelings and thoughts.


The night went by and the morning
came, and the storm still ragged; but old
Jan Ericsson did not go out to cut wood.


He did not even leave his bed, for ex-
posure and cold and over -exertion had
done their work OH his rheumatic old
limbs, and imprisoned him only too effec-
tually.


Poor Norna's heart sank within her,
for she knew that such attacks were apt
to be tediously long, and even food
might fail her, as well as the means of
cooking it.


She was brave girl, and she made out
to go to the barn and the stables that
day, so that the stock did not suffer; but
the few fence-rails and odd pieces of
timber she was able to bring in enabled
her to make but a poor defense against
the fast increasing cold.


Moreover, old Jan was chilly, and
fretted and complained of the absence n
the grand old fires he had been used
in his youth, among the distant hills
Norway.


That was terrible day for Norma, a
when another morning dawned, 8
looked out upon the white and mo
than Arctic desolation around tho hous
with feeling near akin TO despair.


Still, with true courage, the Beauty
Mataska faced her troubles, waded
through the drifts, fed carefully her one
feeble fire, attended to the querulous
demands of unreasonable old. Jan, and
wondered, now and then, if the people
at the village would ever dream of send
ing out to look after them.


Then there followed another long,
dark, miserable night, and Norma could
not get wink OF sleep till toward morn
ing, for thinking of what might come.


She did not even rise at once when
the tardy light began to come through
the thickly frosted panes of her window.
Why should she, when she had nothing
! to make fire with?


"Would it not be better to burn the
| furniture than to freeze? She could
J make cup of coffee, at least, with the
kitchen chairs" rgal
just then she heard a slight sound il
the adjoining room, and wondered if be-
3 father could be stirring.
/ 1t was an effort even to rise and dres
: in that stinging cold; but Norma wa
9 brave, and IN a few minutes more sh,
r was ready to face the labors and peril
. of the day. = gGhg .srT


| Her heartwas heavy enough when sh
s laid her hand on the kitchen door; bu
when she opened it she fairly starte,
g back in astonishment, for a blast O
9 warm Dir, 4balmy with the breath O
t blazing pine, smote her in the face.
D Not the cheerless, chill, deathly desc
: lation she had expected was the ampl
s kitchen, but the high piled heart


blazed and cracked with most ur
wonted prodigality of pine, oak an
a hickory, while heaped on either side c
r it were ample supplies for at least tha


days consumption, whatever might b
n the condition of the thermometer. y
: Norma did not believe in miracles, bu
r she thought of her bedridden father
+ about to be frozen to death but for thf
d pile of wood, and she just sat down b
d the window for a good, wholesome CT
before she set herself to work at gettin
+" breakfast ready. 1aAls 'rrf
4 L MI