Show 80 STUDENT LIFE Five miles farther on they caught and passed theslow'teams and Progress again became Walden consulted his watch impatiently as often as he could get liis numbed hands warm enough Nearer to town the roads became better but they met numerous teams which on the narrow' road delayed them until when they reached the long bridge across the river just outside the city there was not a minute to spare It w'as narrow' and another team had started on at the other end Jack shouted w'ildly and the “pin-tos- ” sprang towards it at full The driver frightened speed and confused tried to back out and hopelessly blocked up the passage Jack was on the ground as soon as they reached him and by main strength turned the opposing sled on its edge against the railing crowded the team in close while Walden drove through and they were of! before the frightened driver could recover his wits Once in the street they let the “pintos” run Turning a corner blocks away they could see the train at the depot It be even now' Jack might starting for the first time applied the whip and they shot up the street like a meteor Then regardless of depot regulations he drove the panting team alongside the moving train and porters dragged Walden aboard the rear car He struggled to his feet and looking back shouted “Thanks” in a voice that made even the onlook- ers happy Jack put the team in a barn for a rest before starting back and w’cnt to a hotel for dinner There mingling together he found the sleek business men- of the country perhaps of the city he had left and the rough but not less manly men of the country he had This adopted country adopted a passionate homebut w’as good sickness seized him and something within him protested more vigorously than it had ever done before against the fate which - brought him there The weather suddenly moderated The roads back to the ranch once broken gave him no trouble But out in the calm peace of the moonlight night which overtook him on these now peaceful seemingly infinite stretches of white he muttered bitterly to himself : “Not even for Christmas The little mother w'ill be God knows how lonesome but I dare not go back yet I'd lose control of myself and — Next year perhaps — ” But that night as he sat alone by the fire the bare log w'alls in fancy turned to the refined tapestries of a city home familiar from many visits and a familiar girlish face floated in before them The face had haunted him had been the central figure in numerous other visions but tonight it w'as greatly different no longer cold distantly friendly but shin- - |