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II me I PE I © talk an waiwed. the Na fi OUT OF THE - donk hh ho rout a Rey pitta 1) er val- lag. In a farm eon the upland tood a he ado bad the deep s Sat tea ed he Jasiive out oon both coulces .a 8 melt into the thick » She river, which a short time ago flowed like a gleaming ribbon, would be blotted out. It flowed now beneath a covering of ice and snow that was liberally sprinkled with the footprints of tiny furred ani- Always it had fascinated Jean urray to watch the descent and when 'Tose an swung high over! the valley, Si Sumer or in winter, was [ of glory. : t was two weeks till Christmas, e time to which she had looked orward with such eagerness. or d not she and Roger planned that this year, without fail, they would visit her ofd home in the east, Last year sickness had pre- vented, the year before a bad fire had taken their savings, now, once again, disappointment had come. 'he crop that had been so promis- ing had turned out rly, © and. re had heen the little left after ex- s were paid. ; ristmas hd never seemed like the old festal day since she came west, for none of her people were here, nor had her husband any re- latives, And Aways at this time old memories flooded in on her with a olgnancy that hurt, She could see it so plainly--the busy Jrepars. tions for days before, the fun they hu decorating the house, the fam- crowd about the long table eaming with silver and china, the the laughter. She closed her eyes to shut out the picture, and a tear that had started coursed down her cheek, A soft hand in hers and an anxi- our little voice brought her back to her surroundings. "What's the mat- ter murmur? = Are you sick?" The big brown eyes of her three-year- oi son filled with baby sympathy, he smiled into the dear earnest face, That was always his assur. ance--it will all be better soon, Well, perhaps so, She looked out of the window again. It was quite dark now, only a few stars lighting the [] h sky. ° Michen door opened and her nd entered. He was a big man th a fresh, wholesome face; not dsome, perhaps, but with a ne- ty in his bearing that marked him one of nature's gentlemen, at him, +? could under. stand how Jean Winthorpe, child of luxury, could leave her beautiful hom in Montreal and come to him on his western homestead, She welcomed him with her usual smile and little Carl ran to him to . be tossed high to the ceiling. But a certain quiver in the smile had not escaped Jean's hushand, He set the child down and com- ing over to her, put his arm around her tenderly. He did not need to be tol where her thoughts were, Hardships had not dulled the quick comprehension ofthese two, "I'm sorry, Jean," he said, "I wish you could go this year," is sympathy was too much for Jean's simulated cheerfulness and e cried a little on his comforting shoulder. He smoothed the dark glossy head with his strong, gentle fog. ers, "Perhaps we might manage it yet, We might find 3 way for you and Carl to go" She raised her head with quick determination. "And leave you to manage alone! Roger Murray, do you think I'm such a piker as that?" He laughed. "You'd be no piker; only taking what was coming to og You need a change, Jean." othing more was said about jt that night, but a few days later Ro- ger came home from town wearing 3 smile that caused Jean to wonder. He made no elucidative remark till at the supper table, and then it took the form of a rather startling ques- tion: "How much would. jt cost to outfit you and Carl?" he asked, Jean's blue eyes opened in sur- prise. "Theres not much use in g about new clothes, is there, Rewer dear?" Her voice was wist- He pulled a roll of bills from his t and laid it beside her plate. t's yours. Anderson paid back that money I loaned him two years Now you can have your trip. re'll be enough left over to buy the clothes you and Carl need, I think, and provide some spending money. I want you to have a good time. You can get the clothes in Montreal, can't you?" "Not without you," Jean answered decidedly. But even as she spoke there rose up in her the intense de- sire to go, tho' it should have to be alone. been . You know the way money |and Bu faltered. "Nothing 't it be selfish?" she would you do?" selfish about it. about me. : , on JH, & much to do, for besides ation, she intended thatd r not eat Mlapjacks for, a Christmas. She-would leave. nes a morning would legve on Wed: ore le Sledly oy h n ors from "other . the Red Deer drove over to see if he would not go back. with him to fering from acute inflammati for Roger Murray ae AS veter- aty and c ave y iby after his 'name hy be so chosen, It was'a'l 'an in all likelihood he would not be back in time to take Jean to the station tomorrow morning; but he could not refuse - a . neighbor in He aut mation ee an, Hi oil Beni: elton. . get \ Shelton. to oe. fl do the | for me while T am gone, -bye 'dear. Have a good time, and wor- ry about me." 4 " He held her in his atms a long moment, kissed her on the ips, gave Carl a las he was e. He waved as he passed the window; the pa that had. suddenly come d throat grew tighter, : A sense of desolation'iswept over her. How silent and empty ; the house all at once seemed! Toward night the d yose and flakes of snow drifted from the >. Jeu Ai than Wy that er, hy this y © safe- fy at hit' destinptin, tar "it loked as if a storm was brewing. Which proved to be-true: In our wind had risen to a driving gale and the air was a swirlin gs of sting- ing, hissing smow, , 100, was fast oy in darkness' would sooh be Wpen them. : at of the steck in: the barn? Ernie Shelton would never 'venture out in this storm, and she could not let them go hungry, , There seemed nothing for it but to feed them herself, She placed a light in the pantry window to ide her on the way back and told Carl not to be fright- ened, she ran' to the bam, he wind was in her hack, whieh was not so bad; but when the stock was fed and she again opened the stable door, she drew back, half choking, into the warm shelter, Could she ever make the house in this fury of wind and snow? Then with head bent and breath coming in short, gasping sobs, she fought her way back, resting, as she was compelled to, every few minutes to get 8 fresh 'start, The light in the pantry window was at first a far away dim speck, but she knew that she was keeping the Jath for at each relay. the dpeck drew brighter, It streamed "out cheerful- ly when she at last reached 'the house, and never was sight so wel- come, The door blew from her grasp as she turned the handle, and she had difficulty in: shutting it be- hind her, What a night, she thought as she sank breathless into a chair. | Heaven pity the one who had to be out in it, She sat there till rested, then removed her snowy wraps, gave Carl his supper and put him to hed. The storm grew worbe, The wind shreiked louder about the little house and denser drifts of snow whirled past the frosted window. peers d'| "People should carry their own load," Once an unusually heavy gust slap- ped the glass pane and Jean start- ed nervously, And almost simultan- | eously, came a dull th as of | someone falling against e door. ! She sprang to her feet in terror. | What was it? For a moment she stood there, too frightened" to move, | then she ran to the door and threw it open wide. At her feet, face down- wards, lay the frozen-like form of a man the fur of his heayy goat and cap and his long woolen leggings thickly matted with driven snow. Ernie Shelton! He had ventured out after all, and was exhausted, per- haps fatally so, by the storm, She bent over him in m and took him by the shoulder, At her touch he ind his hei het Jae" gered to his feet; and she ag ged him into the as where gollapsed into a chair, his head sunk in the folds of his high collar. _And she saw then: was not Ernie. It was a face pever seen before. i. d Presently he | looked i His face was drawn . > is cyes were and haggare. And. in- tensity of their gaze. Jeas shrank back slightly; but his. voice, en he spoke, though hoarse from g exposure, was refi en ¥ 'Il missed the road" he said "Your light led me here." She had forgotten to take the | lamp out of the pantry window. Hre nervousness vanished. . "Pm | "Terrible!" he repeated. ol wonder why I am walking. [sold | my team. I needed the money. Now | Pm without either" He gave a | short, 'bitter laugh. Then he added in a different tone, "Pi Td | better tell you my mame is John Leighton? Jean recognized it. He | on an - was the man i H £5 THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1927 Er ------------------------------------------ over again. They did not know I| "You see," she explained, was leaving nor where I went. -I1|home is in Montreal, too. 1 wah | just packed, up and left. A miser- | leaving tomorrow to spend Christmas able way to treat parents, you think | there. My husband bought the . +. Well; they found out--and yes- | ticket in town this morning so that terday this came." 1 could take the train' at: the, Junc- "Mother seriously ill. Come home | tion, but you can go instead - of me. immediately. Only hope of recov-| The storm likely be over then." ery. Father." "But 1 couldn't do that" he ob- There were tears in her eyes when | jected. "I wouldn't speil your holi- she looked up. "And you can't %° day--" on because you haven't the money. Is| "But you must" she insisted it far?" "Think of what it means -- your "Just to Montreal," he answered | mother's life, your own hatpiness, 1 grimly, "It. wouldn't matter if it|can go another year. She pulled were only a fourth the distance." open a drawer and taking the ticket "And 1 suppose with so much anxi- ety they never thought of that... out she handed it to him. "He st up. Mrs, Why," she cried with sudden inspira- | can't," he began : tion, "you can use my ticket." He looked at her dazedly, oy face had shone upon her, her of the understanding heart. as he smiled she heard him "You have done a beautiful t my child. ¥ would nét have it erwise." The sun was shining when awoke next morning. The 8 was over. She dressed quickly hurried downstairs, to find a ¢ ling fire and a singing kettle. the room was empty of any pe Where was young Leighton? * then her eye fell on an envelopd ing on the table. On it was a hastily written: "I cannot wait thank you as I would like to. B will send the money back as a8 possible and some day 1 show myself worthy of all you done for me" minded him with her -warm smile. 'Perhaps when your mother is bet- ter you will go and call on my par- ents and tell them you have seen me and that I am well and. very happy. or your mother will get better, I am sure, when she sees vod again." i ears of gratitude coursed down his face, and he ito a chair and buried his head in his arms. That night he slept on an impro- vised bed in the kitchen. Outside the storm raged but the storm in his soul was stilled. And in a room upstairs Jean Murray dreamed that the boy below was her own little Carl grown and that he had come home after a long absence. Then very suddenly, her father's kindly he said slowly. "Bear: ye one another's burdens," 1 she quoted softly. looked up quickly. "You sound like my mother. She lived it, too Perhaps if 1 had been more like her she wouldn't be=" His voice broke and a sob escaped him. Jean was silent, and presently he went on: "I won't worry you with de- tails, but--you have a little boy?" Jean nodded. "Then teach him that a wild youth can bring nothing but humiliation and disgrace, I didn't have sense enough to realize it. My father and I quarelled over it; I was to go into his firm when I grad- uated, but all that was ended. 1 had flung away my chance. 1 never finished my course, and I came out here to forget it all and to start TORM _ & LRSM UII need it now, and later on it-will He uscless--a thing to taunt one" The tense note had crept into his voice again and she saw that lis hands trembled. "Mr. ighton, want you dell me | our trouble?™ said Jean carnestly. 'l. may not be able to help, but Jometimes just the telling "lightens the load." He was silent a monrent; "looking 'into the growing embers of the fire. Murray, 1 She thrust the ticket into his hand. "It is youf duty," she re- LAYER Cream Layers , . Cream Layers | . Chocolate, .... 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