Outing . e saw the sad-dle coming toward him. Every day shebrought word of stiffened muscles, butunflagging enthusiasm, and our hopessoared high. The next Sunday it turnedcold, and Monday it snowed; began inthe forenoon, and by dusk it was threeinches deep. Then it stopped, and a nip-ping wind rose and shrieked all it snowed again, hard. To-daywill settle it, we telephoned each other. Jack and Bert came home from the of-fice with Bill. We thought to bolsterup our sinking hopes in their , if Ed had given up, and was walk-ing down, ours was the nearest were jus
Outing . e saw the sad-dle coming toward him. Every day shebrought word of stiffened muscles, butunflagging enthusiasm, and our hopessoared high. The next Sunday it turnedcold, and Monday it snowed; began inthe forenoon, and by dusk it was threeinches deep. Then it stopped, and a nip-ping wind rose and shrieked all it snowed again, hard. To-daywill settle it, we telephoned each other. Jack and Bert came home from the of-fice with Bill. We thought to bolsterup our sinking hopes in their , if Ed had given up, and was walk-ing down, ours was the nearest were just sitting down to dinner,when we heard the tramp and stumbleof tired feet on the steps, the door opened,and there was Ed! Had enough, old man? Then Eds slow smile began, spread,and radiated, and he drawled, Well, awarm bed does sound pretty good to me—but I need to take a horse up there to-morrow. The last logs are cut, but Icant drag them through this— Wewere on him with a shout. Ed was in-oculated !. THE POLECAT WATCHED THEM. THE WHITE NIGHTMARE BY F. ST. MARS Illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull
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