About noon, when the storm was at its very worst, Mandy, who was looking
out of the kitchen window, espied something black in the road about
halfway between Deacon Mason's and the Pettengill house. She called Mrs.
Crowley to the window and asked her what she thought it was.
"That's aisy," said Mrs. Crowley, "It's a man coming down the road."
"What can bring a man out in such a storm as this?" asked Mandy.
"Perhaps he is going for the docther," remarked Mrs. Crowley.
"Then he would be going the other way," asserted Mandy.
"He's a plucky little divil anyway," said Mrs. Crowley.
"That's so," said Mandy. "He is all right as long as he keeps on his
feet, but if he should fall down--"
At that moment the man did fall down or disappear from sight. Mandy
pressed her face against the window pane and looked with strained eyes.
He was up again, she could see the dark clothing above the top of the
snow.
What was that! A cry? The sound was repeated.
"I do believe the man is calling for help," cried Mandy.
[Illustration: "MRS. PUTNAM'S ANGER, UPON DISCOVERY OF LINDY'S
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