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MOUNTAIN VIEW TRIBUNE-PROGRESS
CHAPTER XIX—Continued.
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Ro far the mln<l of the Scotsmnn fol-
lowed the probabilities logically, but
at this point It made a Jump. There
were at least two robbers. He was
morally sure of that, for this was not
a one-man job. Now, If Holt had with
him a companion, who of all those In
Kuslnk was the most likely mnn? He
was a friendless, crabbed old fellow.
Rince coming to Kuslnk old Gideon had
been seen constantly with one mnn.
They had beenTVlth each other at din-
ner and had later left the hotel to-
gether. The name of the mnn who had
been so friendly with old Holt was
Gordon Elliot—and Elliot not only was
another enemy of Macdonald, but had
very good reasons for getting out of
the country Just now.
The strong Jaw of the mine-owner
stood out snllently ns he gave short,
sharp orders to men In the crowd. One
wns to get the coroner, a second Wally
Selfrldge, another the United States
district attorney. He divided the rest
Into squads to gunrd the roads leading
out of town and to see that nobody
passed for the present.
The coroner took charge of the body
and Wally of the hnnk. The mine-
owner and the district attorney walked
up to the hotel together. As soon ns
they had explained what they wanted,
the lnndlord got a passkey and took
them to the room Holt had used.
Apparently the bed had been sle^t
In. In the waste-paper basket the dis-
trict attorney found something w'hlch
he held up In a significant silence.
Macdonald stepped forward and fook
from him u small cloth sack.
"One of those we keep our gold In
at the bank,” said the Scotsman nfter
n close examination. "This definitely
ties up Holt with the robbery. Now
for Elliot.”
"He left the hotel with Holt about
five this morning, the porter says."
This was the contribution of the land-
lord.
The room of Gordon Elliot wns In
great disorder. Garments had been
tossed on the bed and on every chair
and had been left to lie wherever they
Jiad chanced to fall. Plainly their
owner had been In great haste,
Mncdonnld looked through tfie closet
where clothes hung. "Ills new fur
coat Is not here—nor his trail boots.
Looks to me as though Mr. Gordon hud
hit the trail with his friend Holt."
All doubt of this wns removed when
a prospector reached town with the
news that he had met Holt nnd Elliot
traveling toward the divide as fast as
they could drive the dogs.
The big Scotsman ordered his team
of Siberian wolf-hounds inude ready
for the trail. As he donned his heavy
furs, Colby Macdonald smiled with
deep satisfaction. He had Elliot od
the run at Inst.
Just ns he closed the door of his
room, Mncdonnld heard the telephone
bell ring. He hesitated, then shrugged
his shoulders nnd strode out Into the
storm. If he had answered the call
he would have learned from Diane,
who was at the other end of the line,
that the stage upon which Sheba had
started for Katina had not reached the
roadhouse at Smith’s Crossing.
Five minutes later the winners of
the grent Alaska sweepstakes were
The Winners of the Great Alaska
Sweepstakes Were Flying Down the
Street.
flying down the street in the teeth of
the storm. Armed with a rifle and a
revolver, their owner was mushing into
the hills to bring back the men who
had robbed his bank and killed the
cashier. He traveled alone because he
could go fuster without u companion.
It never occurred to him that he was
not a match for any two men he might
face.
CHAPTER XX.
In the Blizzard.
“Swlftwater” Pete, the driver of the
stage between Kuslak und Katina, did
not like the look of the sky as his
back up for a blizzard, looks like.
Doggone It, If that wouldn't Jest be my
luck,” he murmured fretfully.
Sheba hoped there would be one, not,
of course, u really, truly blizzard such
as Macdonuld had told her about, but
the tall of u make-believe one, enough
10 send her glowing with exhilaration
Into the rondhouse with the happy
sense of un adventure achieved. The
girl was buoyed up by a sense of free-
dom. For a time, ut least, she was es-
caping Macdonald's driving energy, the
appeal of Gordon Elliot’s wurm friend-
liness, und the unvoiced urging of
Diane. Good old Peter and the kid-
dles were the only ones tliut let her
alone.
She looked back at the horses Inher-
ing up the hill. Swiftw’ater had got
down nnd wns urging them forward,
his long whip cruckllng about the
ears of the leaders. Ho was worried.
He would have liked to turn nnd run
for It. ltut the last rondhouse wns
twenty-seven miles back. If the bllz-
znrd came howling down the slope
they would have a sweet time of It
renchlng snfety. Smith’s Crossing wns
on the other side of the divide, only
nine miles nway. They wrould huve to
worry through somehow.
Miss O’Neill knew that Swlftwater
Pete wns anxious, and though she w’ns
not yet nfrutd, the girl understood the
reason for It. The rond ran through
the heart of a vast snow-field, the sur-
face of which wns being swept by a
screaming wind. The air was full of
sifted white dust, nnd the rond furrow
'wns rapidly filling. Soon it would be
obliterated. Sheba tramped behind the
stage-driver nnd In her tracks walked
Mrs. Olson, the other passenger.
Through the muffled scream of the
storm Swlftwater shouted back to
Sheba. “You wnnta keep close to me.”
She nodded her head. His order
needed no explanation. The world
wns narrowing to a lane whoso walls
she could almost touch with her fin-
gers. A pall of white wrapped them.
Upon them bent a wind of stinging
sleet. Nothing could be seen but the
blurred outlines 'of the stage and the
drlyer’s figure.
The bitter cold searched through
Sheba’s furs to her soft flesh and the
blast of powdered Ice bent upon her
face. The snow wns getting deeper
as the rond filled. Once or twice she
stumbled and fell. Her strength ebbed,
and the liluges of her knees gnve un-
expectedly beneath her. How long
was It, she asked herself, that Macdon-
ald had said men could live In a bliz-
zard?
Staggering blindly forward, Sheba
bumped Into the driver. He had drawn
up to give the horses a moment’s rest
before sending them plunging at the
snow again.
“No’ chance,” he called Into the
young woman’s ear. “Never make
Smith’s In the world. Goln’ try for
miner’s cabin up gulch little way."
The team stuck In the drifts, fought
through, and was blocked again ten
yards beyond. A dozen times the
horses gave up. answered the sting of
the whip by diving head first at the
white banks, nnd were stopped by
fresh snow-combs.
Pete gnve up the fight. He began
unhitching the horses, while Sheba nnd
Mrs. Olson, clinging to each other’s
linnds, stumbled forward to Join him.
The words he shouted across the back
of n horse were almost lost In the
ronr of the shrieking wind.
. . heluvatlme . . , ride
. . . gulch," Shebn made out.
He flung Mrs. Olson astride one of
the wheelers nnd helped Sheba to the
back of the right lender. Swlftwater
clambered upon Its mate himself.
The glrLpnld no attention to where
they were going. The urge of life
wns so fnlnt within her that she did
not grently care whether she lived or
died. Her fnce wns blue from the cold,
her vitality was sapped. She seemed
to herself to hnve turned to Ice be-
low the hips. Numb though her fin-
gers were, she must keep them fas-
tened tightly In the frozen mane of the
animal. She recited her lesson to her-
self like n child. She must stick on
—she must—she must.
Whether she lost consciousness or
not Shebn never knew. The next she
renlized wns that Swlftwater Pete wns
pulling her from the horse. He dragged
her Into a cabin where Mrs. Olson lay
crouched on the floor.
‘Got to stable the horses,” he ex-
plained, nnd left them.
After n time he came back nnd lit a
fire In the sheetdron stove. As the cir-
culation that meant life flooded back
Into her chilled veins Shebn endured a
hnlf-hour of excruciating pain. She
had to clench her teeth to keep back
the groans.
The cabin was empty of furniture
except for a home-made table, rough
stools, nnd the frame of a bed. The
lust occupant had left a little firewood
beside the stove, enourh to Inst per-
haps for twenty-four hours. Sheba
did not need to be told that if the bliz-
znrd lasted long enough, they would
starve to death. In the hnndbng left
in the stage were a box of candy nnd
an Irish plum pudding. She had
brought the latter from the old eoun-
ponies breasted the long uphill climb ; try with her nnd wns taking It and the
that ended at the pass. "Gittln’ her chocolates to the Husted children. But
Just now the stage was as fur from
them ns Drogheda.
Like ninny rough frontiersmen,
Swlftwnter Pete was a diamond In the
ruw. So far ns could be he made
hopeless nnd Impossible situation com-
fortable. His judgment told him thut
they were caught In a trap from which
there wns no escupe, but for the sake
of the women he put a cheerful face on
things.
"Lucky we found this cabin," he
growled amluhly. "By this time we’d
’a’ been up Salt creek If we hndn’t.
Seeing os our luck hits stood up so far,
I reckon we’ll be nil right. Mighty
kind of Mr. Last Tenant to leuve us
this firewood. We ain’t so worse off."
"If we only had some food," Mrs,
Olson suggested.
"Food 1" Pete l#oked at her In as-
sumed surprise. “Huh I What nbout
all thnt live stock I got In the stable?
I’ve henrd tell, mn’um, thnt broncho
tenderloin Is a favorite dish with them
there French chiefs thnt do the cook-
ing. They kinder trim It up so’s It’s
’most ns good ns frnwgs’ legs.”
Shebn hud never before slept on
bare bonrds with n sealskin cont for a
sleeping bng. But she wns very tired
nnd dropped off almost Instantly.
Twice she woke during the night, dis-
turbed by the stiffness nnd the pain
of her body. When she nwnkened for
the third time It wns morning.
It seemed to her thnt the hard, whlp-
snwed planks were pushing through
the soft flesh to the bones. She wns
cold, too, and crept closer to the stout
Swedish woman lying beside her. Pres-
ently she fell asleep ngain to the
sound of the blizzard howling outside.
When she wnkened for the third time
It wns morning.
In the nfternoon the blizzard died
nwny. As fnr ns the eye could see,
Shebn looked out upon a waste of
snow, ner eyes turned from the deso-
lation without to the bare nnd cheer-
less room In which they had found
shelter. In spite of herself a little
shiver ran down the spine of the girl.
Had she come Into this Arctic soli-
tude to find her tomb?
As soon ns the storm hnd moderated
enough to let him go out with snfety,
Swlftwnter Pete hnd taken one of the
horses for an attempt at trail break-
ing.
“Me, I’m after thnt plum pudding.
I gotta get a feed of oats from the
stage for my bronchs too. The scenery
here Is sure fine, but It ain’t what
you would call nourishing. Huh!
Watch our smoke when me and old
Boldface git to bucking them drifts."
He hnd been gone two hours and the
dusk was already descending over the
white waste when Sheba ventured out
to see what hnd become of the stage
driver. But the cold wns so bitter
that she soon gnve up the attempt to
fight her way through the drifts and
turned back to the cabin.
Some time later Swlftwater Pete
came stumbling Into their temporary
home. He was fagged to exhaustion
but triumphant. Upon the table he
dropped from the crook of his numbed
nrm two packages.
"The makings for a Christmas din-
ner,” he said with a grin.
Mrs. Olson thawed out the pudding
nnd the chocolates In the oven and
made a kind of mush out of some
onts Pete had saved from the horse
feed. They ate their one-sided meal
In high spirits. The freeze had saved
their lives. 1^ It held clear till to-
morrow they could reach Smith’s
crossing on the crust of the snow.
Swlftwater broke up the chairs for
fuel nnd demolished the legs of the
table, after which he lay down before
the stove and fell at once into a sod-
den sleep.
Presently Mrs. Olson lay down on
the bed and began to snore regularly.
Sheba could not sleep. The boards
tired her bones and she was cold.
Sometimes she slipped Into cat naps
that were full of bad dreams. When
she wakened with a start it was to find
that the fire had died down. She wns
shivering from lack of cover. Qui-
etly the girl replenished the fire and
lay down again.
When she wakened with a start It
wns morning. A faint light sifted
through the single window of the
shack. Sheba whispered to the older
woman that she was going out for a
little walk.
As she worked her way down the
gulch Sheba wondered whether the
news of their loss had reached Ku-
slak. Were search parties out already
to rescue them? Colby Macdonald
had gone into the blizzard years ago to
save her father. Perhaps he might
have been out all night trying to save
her father’s daughter. Peter would go,
of course—and Gordon Elliot. The
work in the mines would stop nnd
men would volunteer by scores. Thnt
wns one fine thing about the North.
It responded to the unwritten law
thnt a man must risk his own life to
save others.
From a little knoll Shebn looked
down upon the top of the stage three
hundred yards below her, and while
she stood there the promise of the
new day was blazoned on the sky. It
| came with amazing beauty of green
and primrose nnd amethyst, while the
! stars flickered out and the heavens
1 took on the blue of sunrise. She drew
1 a deep, slow breath of adoration and
turned away. As she did so her eyes
dilated and her body grew rigid.
Across the snow waste a man was
coming. He wns moving toward the
cabin and must cross the trench close
to her. The heart of the girl stopped,
then beat wildly to make up the lost
stroke. He had come through the bliz-
zard to save her.
At that very Instant, as If the stage
hnd been set for It, the wonderful
Alusku sun pushed up Into the crotch
of the peaks and poured Its radiance
over the Arctic waste. The pink glow
swept In u tide of delicate color over
the snow nnd transmuted It to mil-
lions of spnrkllng diamonds. The
Great Mnglclan’B wand hud recreated
the world Instantaneously.
CHAPTER XXI.
Two on the Trail.
Elliot nnd Holt left Kuslnk In a
spume of whirling, blinding snow.
They traveled light, not more than
Holt In the words of the old prospec-
tor. "But when it Isn’t all right It’s
h—1."
"It is not fifty below yet, Is it?"
"Nope. But she’s on the wuy. When
your breath makes a kinder crackling "’VT”""- kV" TV",* “u“™
» pushed from his mind pictures of her
eyes slowly turned to bis, nnd he me*
the touch of her surrendered lips.
Nature hud brought them together by
one of her resistless und unpremedi-
tated impulses.
A stress of emotion had swept her
Into bis arms. Now She drew away
from him shyly. The conventions In
which she hud been brought up assert-
ed themselves. An ubsurd little fear
obtruded Itself Into her happiness. Had
she rushed Into his arms like u love-
sick girl, taking It for granted that he
cared for her?
“You—came to look for us?” she
naked, with the little shy stiffness of
embarrassment.
"For you—yes.”
He could not take his eyes from her.
It seemed to him that a bird was sing-
ing In his heart the gladness he could
not express. He hud for muny hours
Across the
Snow Waste
Coming.
forty pounds to the dog, for they want-
ed to make speed. It was not cold for
Alaska. They packed their fur coats
on the sled and wore mittens of
moosehlde with duffel lining, on their
feet mukluks above “German” socks.
Holt had been a sour-dough miner too
long to let his partner perspire from
overmuch clothing. He knew the dan-
ger of pneumonia from a sudden cool-
ing of the heat of the body.
Old Gideon took seven of hfs dogs,
driving them two abreast. Six were
huskies, rangy, muscular animals with
thick, dense coats. They were in the
best of spirits nnd carried their tails
erect like their Malemute leader.
Butch, though a Malemute, had a
strong strain of collie In him. It gave
him a sense of responsibility. His bus-
iness was to see thnt the team kept
strung out on the trail, and Butch wns
a past-master in the matter of disci-
pline. His weight was 93 fighting
pounds, and he could thrash in short
order any dog In the team.
The snow was wet and soft. It clung
to everything It touched. The dogs
carried pounds of It In the tufts of
hair that rose from their backs. An
icy pyramid had to be knocked from
the sled every half-hour. The snow-
shoes were heavy with white slush.
Densely laden spruce boughs brushed
the faces of the men and showered
them with unexpected little ava-
lanches.
They took turns In going ahead of
the team nnd breaking trail. It was
heavy, muscle-grinding work. Before
noon they were both utterly fatigued.
They dragged forward through the
slush, lifting their laden feet sluggish-
ly. They must keep going, and they
did, but it seemed to them that every
step must be the last.
Shortly after noon the storm wore
Itself out. The temperature hud been
steadily falling and now it took a rapid
drop. They were passing through tim-
ber, and on a little slope they built
with a good deal of difficulty a fire.
By careful nursing they soon hnd a
great bonfire going, in front of which
they put their wet socks, mukluks,
scarfs and parkas to dry. The toes of
the dogs hnd become pneked with little
Ice balls. Gordon and Holt had to go
carefully over the feet of each animal
to dig these out.
The old-timer thawed out a slab of
dried salmon till the fat began to
frizzle and fed each husky a pound of
the fish and a lump of tallow. He and
Gordon mnde a pot of ten nnd ate some
meat sandwiches they had brought
with them, to save cooking until night.
When they took the trail again It
was In moccasins Instead of mukluks.
The weather was growing steadily
colder, and with each degree of fall in
the thermometer the trail was easier.
“Mushing at fifty below zero Is all
a Man Was
noise she’s fifty.
There soon was a crust on the snow
thnt held up the dogs und the sled so
that trail breuklng wns not necessary.
The little pnrty pounded steadily over
the barren hills. There wus no sign
of life except whnt they brought with
(hem Into the grenter silence beyond.
Each of the men wrapped a long
scarf around his mouth nnd nose for
protection, nnd as the part in front of
his fnce became a sheet of Ice shifted
the muffler to another place.
Night fell In the middle of the nft-
ernoon, but they kept traveling. Not
till they were well up toward the sum-
mit of the divide did they decide to
camp. They drove Into a little draw
and unharnessed the weary dogs. It
wus bitterly cold, but they were forced
to set up the tent nnd stove to keep
from freezing. Their numbed fingers
mnde a slow Job of the camp prepara-
tions. At Inst the stove wns going,
the dogs fed, nnd they themselves
thawed out. They fell asleep shortly
to the sound of the mournful howling
of the dogs outside.
Long before daybreak they were
nfoot again. Holt went out to chop
some wood for the stove while Gordon
made breakfast preparations. The
little miner brought In an nrmful of
wood and went out to get a second
supply. A few moments later Elliot
henrd a cry. x
He stepped out of the tent nnd ran
to the spot where Holt was lying under
a mnss of Ice and snow. The young
mnn threw aside the broken blocks
that hnd plunged down from a ledge
above.
“Badly hurt, Gid?” he asked.
“I done bust my lalg, son,” the old
man answered with a twisted grin.
“You mean that It is broken?”
“Tell you that in a minute."
He felt his leg carefully and with
Elliot’s help tried to get up. Groan-
ing, he slid back to the snow.
“Yep. She’s busted," he announced.
Gordon carried him to the tent and
laid him down carefully. The old
miner swore softly.
“Ain’t this a devil of a note, boy?
You’ll have to get me to Smith’s Cross-
ing and leave me there."
It was the only thing to be done.
Elliot broke camp and pneked the sled.
Upon the load he put his companion,
well wrapped up In furs.
Two miles up the road Gordon stopped
his team sharply. He hnd turned n
bend in the trail and had come upon
an empty stage buried in the snow.
The fear that had been uppermost
In Elliot’s mind for twenty-four hours
clutched at his throat. Was It trag-
edy upon which he had come after
his long journey?
Holt guessed the truth. “They got
stalled and cut loose the horses. Must
have tried to ride the cayuses to
shelter.”
“To Smith’s Crossing?” asked Gor-
don.
“Expect so.” Then, with a whoop,
the man on the sled contradicted him-
self. “No, by Moses, to Dick Fiddler’s
old cabin up the draw. That’s where
Swlftwater would aim for till the bliz-
zard was over.”
“Where Is It?” demanded his friend.
“Swing over to the right nnd follow
the little gulch. I'll wait till you come
back."
Gordon dropped the gee-pole and
started on the instant. Eagerness,
anxiety, dread, fought in his heart He
knew that any moment now he might
stumble upon the evidence of the sad
story which Is repeated In Alaska
many times every winter. It rang In
him like a bell thnt where tough,
hardy miners succumbed a frail girl
would have small chance.
He cut across over the hill toward
the draw, and at what he saw his pulse
quickened. Smoke was pouring out of
the chimney of a cabin and falling
groundward, as It does In the Arctic
during very cold weather. Had Sheba
found safety there?
As he pushed forward the rising sun
flooded the earth with pink and struck
a million sparkles of color from the
snow. The wonder of it drew the eyes
of the young man for a moment toward
the hills.
A tumult of Joy flooded his veins.
The girl who held In her soft hands
the happiness of his life stood looking
at him. It seemed to him that she
was the core of all that lovely tide of
rndlnnce. He moved toward her and
looked down Into the trench where she
waited. Swiftly he kicked off his
snowshoes nnd leaped down beside her.
The gleam of tears was in her eyes
as she held out both hands to him.
During the long look they gnve each
other something wonderful to both of
them wns born Into the world.
When he tried to speak his hoarse
voice broke. “Sheba—little Sheba!
Safe, after all. Thank God, you—
you—” He swallowed the lump in his
throat and tried again. “If you knew—
God, how I have suffered! I was
afraid—I dared not let myself think.”
A live pulse beat In her white throat.
The tears brimmed over. Then, somer
lying white and rigid on the snow. In-
stead she stood beside him, her dell-
cute beauty vivid as the flush of a
flame.
“Did they telephone that we were
lost?"
“Yes. I was troubled when the
storm grew. I could not Bleep. So I
culled up the roadhouse by long dis-
tance. They hnd not heard from the
stage. Later I called again. When I
could stand It no longer, I started.”
"Not on foot?"
"No, with Holt’o dog team. He is
bnck there. His leg is broken. A
snow-slide crushed him this morning
where we camped.”
"Bring him to the cabin. I will tell
the others you are coming."
“Hnve you hnd nny food?" he asked.
A tired smile lit up the shadows of
weariness under her soft, dark eyes.
“Boiled oats, plum pudding nnd choco-
lates,” she told him.
“We hnve plenty of food on the sled.
I’ll bring It at once.”
She nodded, nnd turned to go to the
cabin. He wntched for a moment the
lilt in her walk. An expression from
his reading jumped to his mind. Me-
lodious feet! Some poet had said that,
hndn’t he? Surely It must hnve been
Sheba of whom he was thinking, thia
girl so virginal of body nnd of mind,
free and light-footed as a caribou on
the hills.
Gordon returned to the sled and
drove the team up the draw to the
cabin. The three who hnd been ma-
rooned came to meet their rescuer.
“You must ’a’ come right through
the storm lickitty split," Swiftwater
said.
“You’re right we did. This side pnrd-
ner of mine wus bent on wrestling with
a blizzard,” Holt answered dryly.
“Sorry you broke your lnig, Gid.’’
“Then there’s two of us sorry, Swift-
water. It’s one of the best laigs I’ve
got.”
Sheba turned to the old miner Im-
pulsively. “If you could be knowing
what I am thinking of you, Mr. Holt—
how full our hearts are of the grati-
tude—” She stopped, tears In her
voice.
“Sho! No need of that, miss. He
dragged me along.” His thumb Jerked
toward the man who was driving. “I’ve
seen better dog punchers than Elliot,
but he’s got the world beat at routin’
old-timers out of bed and persuadin’
them to kick in with him and buck a
blizzard. Me, o’ course, I’m an old fool
for cornin’—”
The dark eyes of the girl were like
stars in a frosty night. “Then you’re
right when it Is all right,” explained 1 how, she was In his arms weeping. Her
He Met the Touch of Her Surrendered
Lips.
the kind of a fool I love, Mr. Holt. I
think it was Just fine of you, and I’ll
never forget It as long as I live.”
Mrs. Olson hnd cooked too long In
lumber and mining camps not to know
something about bone setting. Under
her direction Gordon made splints and
helped her bandage the broken leg.
Sheba cooked an appetizing breakfast
The aroma of coffee and the smell of
frying bacon stimulated appetites that
needed-no tempting.
Holt, propped up by blankets, ate
with the others. For a good many
years he had taken his luck us It cume
with philosophic endurance. Now he
wasted no time in mourning what
could not be helped. He was lucky
the Ice slide had not hit him in the
head. A broken leg would mend.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Change Bad Ways.
Instead of trying to mend
ways some people would save
of time by getting new ones.
theiif
a lot
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West, H. C. The Tribune-Progress (Mountain View, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 45, Ed. 1 Friday, March 15, 1918, newspaper, March 15, 1918; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc914697/m1/2/: accessed March 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.