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"But what will you do there?"
"What does that matter to you?j
"Dorothy, you said you did not love
that man," said Larry.
"Well?" she returned.
"Dorothy, in the old days I used to
love a little girl in Wales. She was
highstrung and willful sometimes but
she was never bad. Nobody could
have said that of her. And one day,
after a quarrel she didn't know I
took it, but I took a vow. It was that
I would always protect her, against
herself even. And though that was
long ago, and she is married now, do
you suppose that makes any differ
ence. Dorothy, I am never going
back. I am going to California too.
It is to be together?"
And suddenly she was weeping up
on his neck in an agony of shame.
fihe monster above him paralyzed his
mind, and he could not turn his mus
cles to the accomplishment of the
task. And now the engine was de
scending the grade, lumbering and
screaming as she made her way to
ward the siding. Larry stood stilL It
was too late now. But it was not too
late to carry out his original pur
pose. Suddenly the moving mass seemed
to stand still. She swerved, reared,
and then, with a scream of escaping
steam, the engine left the metals and
toppled upon its side, followed by half
the cars, yet clinging almost miracu
lously to the mountain side.
Flames burst out among the wreck
age. The screams of the injured
reached Larry's ears plainly. Entire
ly forgetful of his purpose, the man
ran at full speed toward the scene of
the accident. Men and women lay
half buried beneath the wreckage.
Larry ran along the side of the over
turned cars, searching for Dorothy.
And he found her. She was unin
jured, and, on her knees, she crouch
ed beside a man with a grastly wound
across his breast. Larry knew Col
lins, though the face had been batter
ed almost out of recognition. He
must have been killed instantly.
He touched Dorothy upon the arm.
"There is nothing to do," he said. "It
is too late."
"Yes," she answered, rising to her
feet in a mechanical manner and
moving away. She seemed stunned
by the catastrophe. She hardly real
ized where she was.
Larry devoted hour after hour to
aiding the injured, until the hospital
train that was rushed out from Butte
came up. Then he found Dorothy
again. She was standing near the
body of her companion, looking un
certainly about her.
"What are you going to do?" ask
"I don't know," she answered calm
ly. She seemed to have lost all pow
er of feeling. "Go on to California,
JL-suppose. You see, Ihave'mytiekefc",
Guide This glacier we're standing
on moves at the rate of a half-mile
in a year.
Tourist (a street car magnate) I
see! Just enough to keep the fran
chise aliyex '