Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 January 1939 — Page 26

SKI'S THE LIMIT

y ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES

: CAST OF CHARACTERS SALLY BLAIR—Heroine. She had everything that popularity could win her, except . ‘DAN REYNOLDS—Hero. He might have had Sally but while he was king on skis COREY PORTER was king of the soeial whirl, So . . . But go on with the story.

Yesterday—Seeing Dan only convinces Sally that she still’ loves him. Later that day Sally and Corey lose their trail in a storm.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

F they had missed the trail they A might, with one misstep, plunge “over the side of the canyon, 5000 feet in depth. Sally, shivered. “What else can we do?” she asked { Corey. She easily could have given up, too; her every breath “was an agony to her lungs, her {“hands and feet were heavy cakes of ice. “We can’t stay here all night, Wed freeze to death. They'd dig us out in the spring —and we wouldn't be a pretty sight!” “Shut up!” Corey snapped. “1 mean—don’t talk that way. Even “4n fun.” He knew a person could easily die of exposure on such a night. He prided himself on being a good sport, but this was a bit “too thick for him. i “I'm going on,” Sally said flatly. “You can come with me, or not— “2 suit yourself.” She plunged blindly ahead, using the tiny wheel of each ski pole to. feel her way and lend support, inching along, floun- ~ dering and. groping. : © “Wait! Wait for me!” Corey a few feet behind her: The snow was so heavy now that - a few steps took one almost out of sight. They dared not become separated for even a few seconds. ‘Sally waited, but she could not jelp a slight feeling of contempt. ‘Corey should have been the one to have led the way, to have lent her courage. | She thought of Dan. _ they had taken his advice. Dan who knew these mountains so well, who would not have missed the trail. For Sally had learned ‘that Dan had been staying at Lake Placid for several months, in- . structing, guiding parties, getting in form for the meet.

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ye UT there was no use thinking ! of Dan now, she told herself grimly. Dan, whom she might never see again. Who had asked _ her not to go up into the moun- - tains today. : “It’s hopeless. in this storm,” Corey said. voice broke as he spoke. : “We must go on,” Sally returned through lips that were stiff and almost blue. She had fallen down twice, once she had struck a tree. Even her heavy woolen parka and thick ski knickers did not keep out the cold.

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Dan never would have given up|

she thought. Not until there was \" absolutely no hope. She had resolved she would not think of him, -yet it was this thought that made her struggle on, against all hope as it seemed. “Once in a while the storm lifted for a second, then she could see 10 to 12 feet ahead, the tangled under- + prush weighted down with its white ‘ burden, the tall pines bent with the wind’s wild fury. - : 2 ¢ She struggled on, panting, sucking great drafts of icy air, automatically striking out, forcing her ‘aching limbs onward. Corey groped and lunged on beside her, now behind her. . «T tell you we can’t go on,” he yelled at her once more, and Sally stopped to look at him. Poor Corey, “he couldn’t take it, after all. For “all his smug pride, his arrogance and superiority, he lacked Dan's drive, resourcefulness. She saw him _ with crystal clearness in this blinding moment. She knew then that she never really could love Corey. She never could marry him, though she wore his ring. «We'll have to find the trail + “Corey,” she said. keep on—until we drop.”

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HE was so weary now it really did not matter whether they kept on or not. It would have _ been much easier to have given up, much simpler. But something

within Sally Blair would not let her do that. She had been born: a fighter. She would have to keep on fighting to the end. t was that she heard above the storm, the angry wailing of the wind? She lifted her head, throwing back the hood of “her parka to listen She heard it again, a long, :high call—could someone _else be lost in the storm, too? Corey thought he heard it too. ... They listened together. Again it came. It was a human voice! And it had sounded nearer. They tried to yell in response, but the wind tore the cry from their ‘lips, smothering it. They waited a moment, then tried again. “yoohoo! © Yoohoo . .. here we are! Hi, there!” Hope gave them fresh impetus. They plunged on again, pausing every now and then to lift their voices, to call out, to listen for that answering call that seemed to be drawing nearer and nearer, J “There's snowshoe - track!” Corey cried. He pointed at the ground with trembling fingers. ' There on the driven whiteness was wide, web-like print. ‘Whoever it is must have crossed re a short while ago, for no track uld last. We’ll turn here,” Sally ‘directed. “Try to follow them.” “There was a curve of tracks, fresher ‘and deeper, though some already ‘were blurred. Sally raised her voice

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geemeq to Sally that the storm was ‘a bit, There was a break in the leaden sky, a tiny patch of slue smiling through. The snowdrops e larger, they did not fall so

rd them was the figure of a , A figure that even in this oment was familiar, raising an m to wave to them, t's Dan!” Sally gasped. Dan, ing to meet them, to rescue Den who must have braved

throughout the year, and there would be no seasons.

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were grave and steady and his blue lips parted in ‘a smile as he came up to them. “Are you all right?” he asked. He spoke to both of them. But his look was just for Sally, “I was afraid I'd never find you, darling,” he said.

With a little cry, forgetting Corey,

forgetting the storm, forgetting|

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Dan had come for her. He had come back to her. He had called her “darling,” he held her now, as though he never would let her go, as rthough their own special world had been found for them again.

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