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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER HYRUM, UTAH she was at his side, her tears dropping on his face. With a tremendous effort of will he I recalled his speeding faculties. dont think Im badly hurt, he told her very quietly. A few ribs broken and a leg. But well have to winter here on the Divide, Snowbird mine." What does it matter, If you live?" she cr'ed. She crawled along the pine needles beside him, and tore his shirt from his breast. He was rapidly sinking into unconsciousness. The thing she dreaded most that his back might be broken was evidently not true. There were. as he said, broken ribs and evidently one severe fracture of the leg bone. Whether he had sustained internal injuries that would end his life before the morning, she had no way of knowing. At this point, the problem of saving her fathers life fell wholly into her hands. His broken body could not be carried over the mountain road to physicians In the valleiS. They must be transported to the ranch. It would take them a full day to make the trip, even if she could get word to them at hours without once; and twenty-fou- r medical attention would probably, cost her father his life. The nearert telephone' was at the ranger station, twelve miles distant over a mountain trail. The telephone line to Bald mountain, four miles off, had been disconnected when the rains had ended the peril of the forest fire. It all depended upon her. Bill was driving cattle into the valleys, and he and his men had In use all the horses on the ranch with one exception. The remaining horse had been ridden by Dan to some distant marshes, and ns Dan would shoot until sunset,-thmeant he would not return until ten oclock. There was no road for a car to the ranger station, only a rough steep trail, and she remembered, with a sinking heart, that one of Bills missions In the valley was to procure a new lighting system. By no conceivable possibility could she drive down that mountain road in the darkness. But she was somewhat relieved by the thought that in all probability she -- COPyf7fT, 7920 CHAPTER . III JEST L.ITTL.E, J3A90V777 AJ23 CQA7JA.rr'. Continued. 12 Tlie rains fell unceasingly for seven days: not a downpour but a constant drizzle that made the distant ridsres smoke. Tlie pnrclied earth seemed to smack Its lips, and little rivulets began to fall. and tumble over the beds of the dry streams. All danger of forest fire was at once removed, and Snowbird was no longer needed as a lookout on old Bald mountain. She went to her own home, her companion back to the valley; and now. that his sister had taken his place ns housekeeper, Bill had gone down to the lower foothills with a great part of the live stock. Dan spent these rainy days in toll on the hillsides, building himself physically so that he might pay his debts. It was no great pleasure, these rainy days. lie would have greatly liked to have lingered In the square mountain house, listening to the quiet murmur of the rain on the roof and watching Snowbird at her household tasks. She could, as her father had said, make a biscuit. She could also roll up sleeves over trim, brown arms and with entire good humor do a weeks laundry for three men. He would have liked to sit with her, through the long afternoons, os she knitted beside tlie fireplace to watch the play of her graceful fingers and perhaps, now and then, to touch her hands when he held the skeins. But none of these things transpired. ne drove himself from daylight till dark, developing his body for the tests that were sure to come. The first few days nearly killed him. in the chill rain, lie and one anxious night he developed all the symptoms of pneumonia. Such a sickness would have been the one thing ' needed to make the doctors prophecy come true. But with Snowbirds aid, and numerous hot drinks, he fought it off. She had made him go to bed, and no human memory could be so dull as to forget the little, whispered message that she gave him with his last spoonful of medicine. She said shed pray for him, and she meant It too literal, entreating prayer that could not go unheard. She was a mountain girl, and her beliefs were those of her ancestors simple and true and wholly But he hadnt without affectation. relaxed thereafter. He knew the time had coine to make the test. Night after night he would go to bed half-sicfrom fatigue, but the mornings would find him fresh. And after two weeks, he knew he had passed the crisis and was on the direct road to complete recovery. Sometimes he cut wood in the for st: first the felling of some tall pine, then the trimming and hewing into lengths. The blisters came on his hands, broke and bled, but finally hardened into callosities. He learned the most effective stroke to hurl a shower of chips from beneath the blade. His back and limbs hardened from the handling of heavy wood and the cough was practically gone. His frame filled out. His face became swarthy from constant exposure, ne gained In weight. One cloudy afternoon In early November found Silas Lennox cutting wood on the ridge behind his house. It was still an open question with him whether he and his daughter would attempt to winter on the Divide. Dan of course wanted to remain, yet there were certain reasons, some very definite and others extremely vague, why the prospect of the winter in the snow fields did not appeal to the mountaineer. In the first place, all signs pointed to a hard season. Although the fall had come late, the snows were exceptionally earlyi The duck flight was completed two weeks before its usual time, and the rodents had dug their burrows unusually deep. Besides, too many months of snow welch heavily upon the spirit. The wolf packs sing endlessly on the ridges, and many unpleasant things may happen. on prpvrous years, some of the cabins on the ridges below had human occupants; this winter. the whole region, for nearly seventy miles across the mountains to the foothills, would be wholly deserted by human beings. Even the ranger station, twelve miles across a steep ridge, would soon be empty. Of course a few ranchers had homes a few miles beyond the river, hard-workin- over-exercise- g d k two-fo- ot but the wild cataracts did not freeze in the coldest of seasons, and there were no bridges. Besides, most of the more prosperous farmers wintered in the alleys. Only a few more days would tlie road be passable for his car; and no time must be lost in making his decision. Once the snows came In reality, there was nothing to do but stay. Seventy miles across the uncharted ridges on snowshoes is an undertaking for which even a mountaineer Las no fondness. It might be the wisest thing, after all, to load Snowbird and Dan into his car and drive down to the valleys. The fall roundup would soon be completed, Bill would return for a few days from the valleys with new equipment to replace the broken lighting system on the car, and they could avoid the bitter cold and snow that Lennox had known so long. He chopped at a great log and wondered what would suit him better the comfort and safety of the valleys or the rugged glory of the ridges. But at that instant, the question of whether or not he would winter on the Divide was decided for him. And an instant was all that was needed. For the period of one breath he forgot to be watchful and a certain dread Spirit that abides much in the forest saw its chance. Perhaps he had lived too long in the mountains and grown careless of them: an attitude that is usually punished with death. He had just felled a tree, and the trunk was still attached to the stump by a strip of bark to which a little of the wood adhered. He struck a furious blow at it with his ax. He hadnt considered that the tree lay on a steep slope. As the blade fell, the great trunk simply seemed to leap.' Lennox leaped too, in a frenzied effort to save his life ; but already the leafy bows, like the tendrils of some great amphibian, had whipped around his legs. He fell, struggling; and then a curious darkness, streaked with flame, dropped down upon him. An hour later he found himself lying on the still hillside, knowing only a great wonderment At first his only impulse was to go back to sleep. He didnt understand the grayness that had come upon the mountain world, his own- - strange feeling of numbness, of endless soaring through infinite spaces. But he was a mountain man, and that meant he was schooled, beyond all things, to keep his He made himself remember. Yes he had been cutting wood on the hillside, and the shadows had been long. He had been wondering whether or not they should go down to the valleys. He remembered now: the last blow and the rolling log. He tried to turn his head to look up to the hill. He found himself wholly unable to do It. Something wracked him In his neck when he tried to move. But he did glance down. And yes, he could turn in this direction. And he saw the great tree trunk lying twenty feet below him, wedged in between the young pines. lie was surrounded by broken fragments of limbs, and it was evident that the tree had not struck him a full blow. The limbs had protected him to some extent. No man is of such mold as to be crushed under the solid weight of tlie trunk and live to remember It He wondered If this were the frontier of death the s that lingered over him. He seemed to be soaring. He brought' himself back to earth and tried again to remember. Of course, the twilight had fallen. It had been late afternoon when he had cut the tree. His hand stole along his body; and then, for the first time,' a hideous sickness came upon him. His hand was warm and wet when he brought it up. The other hand he couldnt stretch at all. The forest was silent around him, except a bird calling somewhere near the house a full voice, rich and clear, and It seemed to him that it had a quality of distress. Then he recognized It. It was the voice of nis own daughter, Snowbird, calling for him. He tried to answer her. It was only a whisper, at first. Yet she was coming nearer; and her own voice sounded louder. Here, Snowbird, he called again. She heard him then: he could tell by the startled tone of her reply. The next Instant self-contro- at , dently consciousness was returning to And then she thanked heaved for the few simple lessons In first aid that her father had taught her In the days before carelessness had come upon him. One of his lessons had been that of carrying an unconscious human form a method by which even a woman may carry, for a short distance, a heavy man. It was approximately the method used In carrying wounded in No Mans Land : the body thrown over the shoulders, one arm through the fork of the legs to the wounded mans hand. Her father was not a particularly heavy man, and she was an exceptionally strong young woman. She knew at once that this solved. was problem The hardest part was lifting him to her shoulders. Only by calling upon her last ounce of strength, and tugging upward with her arms, was she able to do It. But it was fairly easy, in her desperation, to carry him down the hill. What rest she got she took by leaning against a tree, the limp body still across her shoulders. It was a distance of one hundred yards In all. Ntr muscles but those trained by the outdoors, no lungs except those made strong by the mountain air, could have stood that test. She laid him on his own bed, on the lower floor, and set his broken limbs the best she could. She covered him up with thick, fleecy blankets, and set a bottle of whisky beside the bed. Then she wrote a note to Dan and fastened it upon one of the Interior doors. boots She drew on her needed sorely for the steep climb and pocketed her pistol. She thrust a handful of jerked venison Into the pocket of her coat and lighted the lantern. The forest night had fallen, soft and vibrant and tremulous, over the heads of the dark trees when she started out. him. hob-naile- GR0WIN6 OLD TOO SOON? Is backache wearing you out making you feel years older than you are! Do you find it hard to keep going? its time, then, you looked to your kidneys. A cold, or overwork may have weakened the kidneys and brought on that nagging backache and sharp, piercing Strengthen the pains. Dont wait! weakened kidneys with Doan's Kidney Pills. Doans have helped thousands. They Bhould help you. Ask your neighbor! 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The circles are bare because the mushroom has exhausted the fertility of the earth so that grass cannot grow, but as soon as the fungi begin to decay the ground becomes fertilized by the rich nitrogenous products of decomposition, and the grass grows greener than ever. mead-owlan- DURHAM tobacco makes 50 flood cigarettes for m Burns Wore Big Hat Scottish antiquarian has been making inquiries of a London hatter with a large clientele of men of the Intellectual classes, as to the size of hat that must have been worn by Robert Burns,' whose skull measureInches. It seems that ment was 22 8 Is the size for so considerable a girth. According to the same intellectual hatter. Sir Walter Scotts hat was a full his head circumference being 20 inches. A Dumfries hatter says no Dumfries man among his customers takes Burns size In hats nowadays. From hats like these auld Scotias grandeur sprang. A 6, l. Remarkable Diary. Pepys diary is a unique work by Samuel Pepys giving a curious and faithful account of the times in England from 1659 to 1669. It Includes almost every phase of public and social life, from the gayeties of the court to the pettiest detail of week-da- y existence. The book Is written In shorthand, and was not discovered until a century after the authors death. It" was deciphered and published (although in a mutilated form) by Lord Braybrooke in 1825. (1632-1703- ), He Fell Struggling. could walk twelve miles across the mountains to the ranger station in much less time than she could drive, by automobile, seventy miles down to the ranches at the foothills about the valley. Besides, she remembered with , a gladdening "heart that Richards, pne of the rangers, had been a student at a medical college and had taken a position with the forest service to regain his health. She would cross the ridge to the station, phone for a doctor in the valleys, and would return on horseback with Richards for such first aid as he could give. The only problem that remained was that of getting her father into the house. He was stirring a little now. Evi - gray-ues- LEADERS NOT GREAT TALKERS Jeffersons Testimony Is That Neither Washington Nor Franklin Wasted Words in Debate. More than a century ago Thomas Jefferson said: I served with Gen. Washington in the legislature of Virginia, before the revolution "And during It, with Dr. Franklin In congress. I never heard either of them speak ten minutes at a time, nor to any but the main point, which was to decide the question. They laid their shoulders to the great points, knowing that the little ones would follow of themselves. If the present congress errs in too much talking, how can It be otherwise? In a body to which the people send 150 lawyers, whose trade Is to question everything, yield nothing, and talk by the hour? That 150 lawyers should do business together ought not to.be expected. SKLV CO.. BUFFALO, N. Y. N Art and Genius. art may be admirably constructed, and yet be null as regards every essentiality of that truest art which Is but the happiest development of nature ; but no work of art can embody within Itself a proper originality without giving the plainest manifestations of the creative spirit, or, in more common parlance, of genius In its author. Edgar Allan Poe. A work of in,. Sleep. There was a New Years eve party given at Johns grandmothers. John, with other grandchildren, was there, but along about nine oclock he got too sleepy to stay awake, so went upstairs to take a little nap and made his mother promise she would wake him up before 12 oclock, so he could hear the bells, whistles, etc., and be up for the real fun. So, at a quarter of 12, his mother (vent to call him and said: John, wake up; .1920 is going fast. 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