legal."

A dangerous light came in the big Norwegian's eye. "I want
you to come over to my house to marry me to Lena Yensen."

"No, I can't, it would kill an ox to go out in a storm like
this, and my rheumatism is bad tonight."

"Then if you will not go I must take you," said Canute with a
sigh.

He took down the preacher's bearskin coat and bade him put it
on while he hitched up his buggy. He went out and closed the door
softly after him. Presently he returned and found the frightened
minister crouching before the fire with his coat lying beside him.
Canute helped him put it on and gently wrapped his head in his big
muffler. Then he picked him up and carried him out and placed him
in his buggy. As he tucked the buffalo robes around him be said:
"Your horse is old, he might flounder or lose his way in this
storm. I will lead him."

The minister took the reins feebly in his hands and sat
shivering with the cold. Sometimes when there was a lull in the
wind, he could see the horse struggling through the snow with
the man plodding steadily beside him. Again the blowing snow would
hide them from him altogether. He had no idea where they were or
what direction they were going. He felt as though he were being
whirled away in the heart of the storm, and he said all the prayers
he knew. But at last the long four miles were over, and Canute set
him down in the snow while he unlocked the door. He saw the bride