No Peak Too Lofty for a Weather Station.
Taking recording instruments up a mountainside where there has never been a trail.
Copyright by J. Cecil Alter, U. S. Weather Bureau, Cheyenne, Wyo.
"What can a chap do?" asked Ross, aflame with eagerness.
The Forecaster looked at him thoughtfully, but before he answered, Anton piped in, with a plaintive note in his voice:
"Is there anything that I could do?"
In spite of himself, the Forecaster's glance fell on the crutch. Anton's intent gaze followed the look and he flushed. A sudden silence fell, the silence of an abiding tragedy from which all eyes are always turned, the tragedy of the disabled.
"Yes," he said with grave quietness, "there's a great deal that you can do."
The crippled lad regarded him steadily.
The steady rushing of the Mississippi in flood could be heard near by with its thousand miles of menace.