“Why, Bobby pulled through ahead
of time. It's lucky, too, for the ‘bliz
zard’s’ coming, sure.”
"All! And was there a lady ”
“There just was, and ”
“Gentleman, can I not reach my bus
bend’s cabin to-night?” broke in a
sweet voice, as a fair vision of loveliness
emerged from a side door.
"You can.” Jack stopped forward,
raised his hat and bowed low, as he con
tinued: “I am your husband's pard, my
lady. If you will permit me, I will see
you safely there.”
The lady was ready in a few moments
to accompany him. Through the drifts
the pair plunged. They reached the
cabin. The door was opened—a glad
cry from two pairs of lips, aud then
Clara was wrapped in the embrace of her
husband. Their joy was so great that
they ilid not notice the form which stole
from the cabin aud plunged on, on
through the drifts.
The next morning, Christmas, found
Light-Haired Harry's pard far from
Good Luck.
“Free from the stain at last, thank
God!” murmured Bruno Arnot, as he
drew farther and farther from his once
love and her husband, the man lie
thought iie bad slain one Christmas
Eve, in Virginia.
THE CHRISTMAS EVERGREEN.
A Symbol of (ho Ever-Living Tree of
the World’s Life.
