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CHAPTER FOURTEEN Cont.) •'We might have to wait there for hours,” Dan mused. “Better to vilounder down there, as you suggested, and leave some sort of a signal. If we hung a red flag there, the man must stop, and then we could leave a note, asking him •To blow five or six times with his whistle!'’ Patricia suggested. ‘ But then it would take us an hour to get down there,” she added. ‘’They must send up for us today, .Dan,” she presently said anxiously, las he remained thoughtful and silent. “T SHOULD think so." he anJL swered. “Unless your aunt thinks that we didn't come, and tny mother thinks we are safe with the rest of them. It’s a tossup whether they find it out. How r in the name of everything sane did the Throckmorton's think they were going to get up here, anyway?” “It was Roberta's idea,” Patricia explained, “a regular primitive country party. There is an old fellow named Thurston who is station agent in summer, and has a team, and I imagine that they wrote him that the boxes would arrive—oh, Dan!” Patricia broke off, with a child's joyous laugh. “Happy New Year.” "Bv George, so it is,” he answered, as she gayly stretched both hands to him across the table, "Well,” he added, “it starts in heaven, whenever it ends.” “Will you fry me one more egg?” was the girl’s prosaic response. “And look at that toast. Do people in mountain cabins always cat so much, do you suppose?” “After breakfast,” Dan derceed, "well wrap up warm, and see what we can do. I greased your shoes— I must have read in some kid’s book, long ago, that shoes had to be greased.” "I saw that you did. They're just as soft as ever; a thousand thanks.” Patricia buttered fresh toast rapidly, and put a piece on his plate. “I'll tell you what, Dan,” she added, “well make a fire in the kitchen and roast that turkey. If we are rescued, we'll have to come back here anyway to put the fires out, and we can have it for lunch, and if we're not we'll have a New Year's dinner ” Her voice stopped; she was confused by his look. sen you like this?” he asked mJL/ tensely, from the hearth. They looked into each other s eyes. "I think—l think I have never liked anything so much.” she answered. “It's like a fairy tale!” “Up here alone with you. roasting our own turkey for our New Year’s dinner.” he said half aloud. “By gosh, if I see a rescue party coming up that trail. I'll stand on the porch and shoot it.” Laughing in the first enveloping breath of the pure, sweet, freezing air. they presently set out. Patricia had pinned up her skirt, tied her small hat firmly with billows of veil. And still the first few steps into the ’sinking, whirling, bewildering whiteness exhausted her suddenly and surprisingly. Snow crept melting and wet into the collar of her coat, snow tickled her eyelids, she felt the wet snow penetrate her stockings above her high boots. The heavy, icy atmosphere penetrated her lungs like a pain. Floundering, laughing and gasping she struggled along in Dan's footprints, presently catching him with gloved hands and leaning helplessly against him while she recovered her breath. "It's like breathing—chopped ice!” she gasped. her rosy, exquisite face close to his. For a minute he looked down at her. close in his arms like some lovely forest bird that panted and rested cgainst him. But his impassive face did not change; he turned and plowed his way ahead of her and. rosy shouting, slipping and still pushing on. she followed him. “What is it?” she called, stopping to point up at a soft clump of small blue-green leaves above her head. A second later she recognised the mistletoe, and they both laughed. “Stop laughing and talking.” he commanded; “you need every ounce of your energy I never can make the station." she confessed, stopping knee-deep in fiugy crystal whiteness, “But

when we get to the top of this little rise we ought tb be able to look straight down upon it. And there might be a train there now!” He nodded, with rather a serious lock, and they fought on. The wind was gaining, although the snow had stopped, and to Patricia, at least, each step was increasingly difficult. Her breath came painfully, and she was beginning to feel tired. The exhilaration of the first half-hour was gone; her feet were wet, she felt cold. n n u THEY gained the summit, and looked below them. Patricia turned bewildered eyes upon her companion. “Dan, where’s the track?” “Where ought it to be?” he countered. “Why—why—right along there through the clearing!” The girl looked a little frightened as her eyes went seeking in vain for a familiar landmark. Across the clearing, and through the wooded rise of the mountain opposite, was only the unbroken surface of the snow. Stumps, muffed in hoary white, rose through it here and there; a long( furry mound marked the little station platform and the low freight shed. In every direction ran the spokes of the forest. The rising wind whirled a little curtain of white powder over the utter silence and emptiness of the world. “That’s the answer,” Dan said, after a silence. “The train couldn’t get through! The chances are that w'herever the train is the Throckmorton crowd is, unless they realized the storm in time to get back to the city!” “But—but they’ll send for us!” Patricia suggested. “Eventually a clearing train will have to come through,” Dan assured her. “But there’s no use of our plowing down there now. I doubt if we could make it, having to come back.” He plunged a gloved hand into his pocket and produced an American flag that they found in the cabin, a flag that reminded Patricia of an unhappy Fourth of July when Aunt Annie had insisted upon cross-examining her about her prospects. The flag was attached prominently to a snow-laden sapling and the two floundered back up the trail. The wind was in their face now', and although Dan apparently was unaffected, Patricia felt almost spent. Chilled and cramped, she stumbled after him into the cabin. The fire was almost out, and although hk immediately rebuit it, for ten agonized minutes the girl could not enjoy it; could not even straighten herself to throw aside her snowcovered wraps and the tangle of soaked veil about her hat. When at last the blood began to run warm in her veins again, she sat for a long time saturating herself in the heavenly heat, and indifferent to everything else in the world but that she was warm again. * * a BUT at 12 o'clock she joined Dan in elaborate preparations for their New Year's dinner. The great turkey was put into a roaring oven, Dan kept both fires going; the cabin was flooded with incredible warmth. The girl set a dainty table, embellishing it with white celery tops and scarlet cranberry sauce. The napkins, embroidered with a big TANARUS, were laid stiffly at the two-places, and boxes and jars innumerable were opened to find fresh plunder for the feast. “You ought to baste that turkey or something,” Dan suggested, in a householder’s responsible tone. Then he seized the boiling kettle, and the dry pan under the bird steamed and sizzled under pouring water. “That’s it," Dan added confidently.‘And now you take a big spoon and keep basting him with that.” “But. I don't know why you call It basting." Patricia murmured, as .he meekly obeyed. “He is getting all brown and crushy,” she presently announced. “Is It 1 o’clock? I am finished.” “It is 3:30,” Dan said, astonished. “Well. then, make coffee." the girl commanded, ‘and stick those rolls In the upper oven and they’ll get hot. Ana put butter on the table | and give me that big platter from | over the mantel." ! The sweet authority, the domestic 1 Importance were too much. He

—By Williams

stopped just behind her; she could feel his breath on her hair. ‘Patricia,” he stammered, “do you (enow how wonderful you are?” “Please, Dan,” she said inarticul- - not moving. A second later *he heard him busy with logs in (he sitting room. CHAPTER FIFTEEN AT 4 they sat down to the feast, in such felicity of soul and body as perhaps does not come often in a lifetime. What emotions Dan was experiencing he managed to conceal; whenever she looked at him the girl met a radiant smile, but he w r as rather silent. For herself, she felt almost bewildered by the suddenness of the revelation. The responsibility that she had been obliged to assume so early, and that she never had dropped, had evaporated mysteriously now. Beside his bigness and masculinity she felt curiously small and young. Never in her life had she known an association like this one, so free and simple and yet so surprising and new. The friendliness, the developing sense of camaraderie were the most vital things she had ever experienced. Joyously and with appetites bred of cold and delay and their unusual exertions, they fell upon the meal. It was dark now outside the cabin, the second night was upon them. The woods were motionless and noiseless tonight, and when their voices for a moment fell the silence all about them was utter and enveloping. Patricia glanced at the darkening window, where the ledge of snow showed black against the reflection of candlelight and fire“Do you suppose we are to be here for a week, Dan?” she asked. “As I figure it,” he answered briskly, ‘“they’ll find us some time tomorrow. Your aunt will telephone my mother and my mother will wire ” He stopped, and the girl’s eyes, reflecting the confusion and surprise of his own, held swift terror, too. For a heavy knocking sounded on the cabin door. Here in the depth of the lonely forest the sound seemed primitively frightening. But without hesitation Dan sprang to the door. Standing in the opening was an old man grizzled, roughly dressed in thick and clumsy coats and muffers, booted to the hips, and smiling at them with sea-blue eyes. “How-do, folks,” said the visitor. And with a deepening grin, he added “How-do, Patrishy.” “Why, it's Mr. Thurston,” the girl laughed, catching both the big mittened hands. “It’s Mr. Thurston, who is station agent in summer, Dan! I’ve known him ever since I was a little girl. We were stormbound, Mr. Thurston.” “Sh’d think ye was,” the old man agreed, in great satisfaction. (To be continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR '

M -mbi, weak and suffering, slowly trailed the ri . 'ting Arab raiders. As the days passed his wounds healed and his strength returned until his giant frame had regained its former mighty powers. Meanwhile the Arabs had reached their fortified camp, and there Achmet Zek awaited the return of his lieutenant, Aloert Werper. During the long, rough journey Jane Clayton had suffered more in anticipation of her impending fate than from hardship.

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—By Martin

Tarzan would come! No man or beast that roved the savage continent could boast the cunning and the power of her loved one. She counted the days that must elapse before he could letum from Opar Then she would be rescued and avenged. That he would find her she had net the slightest doubt. Nothing could elude his keen vigilance And while she hoped, there came through the dark jungle another. Terrified by night and by day, came Albert Werper.

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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