as fleetly as a deer. Mr. Monteith ran too at the top of his speed,
wondering, inly, if she really were of the earth, and if she had not
some means of locomotion that he did not possess. He must reach her
at all events.

Edna at last paused in dismay before an immense drift that lay
directly across the road. She would have plunged in, but Mr. Monteith
was at her side and said pleasantly, "If you will allow me to go on
first, I think I can tread a path for you."

Edna looked up quickly, somewhat reassured by the manly tones, and
the grey eyes that looked into hers were true eyes; a little child
might have known that.

"Before we go on let me introduce myself," and Mr. Monteith drew out
a card and handed it to Edna.

When Edna read "Hugh Monteith & Co., Bankers," all her fear left her.
The name of Monteith had long been a familiar one to her; she
remembered hearing her father speak of having a little business with
that bank.

"Well, I am Edna Winters," said Edna simply. "My father is Samuel
Winters, and we live a little more than half a mile from here."

"Then we are acquainted, I am sure, for your father is one of our
depositors. Now let me break a road through this barricade, if
possible," and Mr. Monteith dashed bravely into it; but as well as he
could see through the blinding storm, the drift reached a long
distance ahead. It would be a work of time to tread it down, and the