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Show The Bride of the I I Snow J By JUSTIN WENTWOOD ($. 1114. Wutlil Newspaper Union.) C LOUGH came slowly back, death In his heart. He came slowly back to the little trapping cabin, to the wonderful won-derful woman who waited for him there. Now be law her, tall, fair as a goddess, her wonderful golden hair hanging about her shoulders. She was waiting for him his bride of the snows. Twelve months before he bad found her. She was lying beside a guide, Jean Partout, whom be knew by sight, and an elderly man with white hair nd a stern look, somehow softened In death. The man and the guide were dead. The blizzard which had overtaken over-taken them had klllud them. The girl was breathing. Clough had taken her to his cabin, thawed her frozen feet and bands, poured hot liquids down her throat. She had awakened, ber mind a complete blank as to the past And Clough could discover nothing of It. He never learned who the old man had been. But he knew that the guide, Jean, lived fifty miles away at a small mining village. He had gone there, only to discover that Jean's wife had gone away, leaving leav-ing no trace. Nothing was known of the old man and his daughter. They must have come from a long distance. Perhaps Jean had picked them up In some distant town. Neither could Clough find where they had been bound for. For three months the girl lived In the cabin. Attachment sprang up between be-tween thefu. Then, one day, the mis-sloner mis-sloner had stopped at the door of the little place. "My friend," he said to Clough, "you are not one of your people nor of our faith, but It Is not right that you two should continue living here unmarried." unmar-ried." The three had held a consultation. "What do you rememberf Clough had asked Marie so be bad called the girl. "Nothing," she answered gently. "I was born here." "Will you marry hlmr asked the mtssloner gently. And she had agreed. So they were married. And now Clough bad learned who his wife was. The old man bad been her stepfather Emory, the mining magnate. mag-nate. He had been on his way to Inspect In-spect a new property, and the girl had persuaded him to take her when they were overwbelmed by the early November No-vember blizzard. She was a wealthy heiress, and they bad been advertising for ber, though it was surmised that what had happened had occurred. And the bitterness of death was In Clough's heart as be went back to her. He took her In bis arms j he showed her the furs he had taken from the traps. "Why are yon unhappy?" she asked, later in the day, resting her cheek against his. Clough could bear it no longer. "I have found out who you are," he told her. She looked at blm with mild surprise sur-prise In her blue eyes. It did not seera a matter of great Importance. "They gave me an old newspaper which bad your photograph In It. They recognized It as you. Tou are a wealthy heiress. Ton are being sought for." "Well dearr "Well, don't you see! It means the end." She took bis face between her hands. Tou have never told me who you are," she said. "IF Clough laughed. "I am the ne'er-do-well son of a wealthy family. They cut me off forever, years ago. I have lived so long In the wilds that I have become like any trapper." "No, dear. Why shouldn't you come back with me and resume your place" He thrust the suggestion aside. "I have done with all that And I won't stand In your way." "Then may I stay with you?" She was kneeling beside him. "I only want you, Harry. Will you let me stayf "Herer "No, In the farther West that we have always dreamed and talked about I don't want to go back to that life either." "Tou will give It up for me?" he demanded de-manded Incredulously. "But I have given It up for you, dear," she answered gently. "I hnve only been -waiting until you told me. For, you see, I have remembered oh, since we were married." |