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Meppler and Sehi Pâ€"13â€"4â€"29C "It‘s a mile and a half to the near est house," Julie said as they start ‘ d walking. It was not mail time. At Pug Dowâ€" mey‘s poolâ€"room‘the men of the fish Ing fleet lounged in #moky idieness. Their day‘s hauls were cleaned, jce "I‘ll look, for your brother downâ€" ‘slream," he offered gruffly. ‘ "You‘re wet . . ." "IH dry walking." Sue Stocking departed in the car with Delong. She had bound his aukle again with cloth that Madame Richaud supplied; borrowed a coat from Germaine and ordered Delong to wear it As the car grunted into low speed, its wheels spinning in the mud, Sue leaned out and touched Norman‘s wet sleeve. M They could see far down the Tamâ€" arack. Abroad lake of muddy water flowed actoss the pasture. The flood had passed, leaving in .its track a ruined valley, spotted with shallow pools. They came frequently on more dead sheep; but there was no sign of Fritz Delong. Once, crossing from stump to stump dn a wood lot, Norâ€" man picked up Julie by the waist and swung her over to a dried «pot, "Not so hard, Norman," she cried. "your hands are too strong!" His resentment _ was ~ entirely against himself. He withdrew to the kitchen and pulled on the dry socks that Madame Réchaud had thrust into his hands. He left his wet uniâ€" form coat hanging over a chair and put on Germaine‘s old sweater. "Strong? Maybe. But what good‘s that when you‘ve got the name of a coward, and live up to it every time there‘s anything to be done?" "This afternoon, was that being a coward? Was it a coward, [ Norman, who saved two men on the rootâ€" house door, brought them in when they were ready for the priest?" "She spoke soberly. In all the mise ry and alarm of the day she had exâ€" perienced one superb emotion. She had seen _ Norman Erickson leap carelessly into danger without taking time for choice. Danger was not an everyâ€"day companion there on the uplahd farms. For the first time in her life she saw risk as splendid: not only splendid but the better part of existence. She knew now why Gustaf Erickson demanded that his son love the sea. "Don‘t be reckless," Sue begged. . He did not reply. Hadn‘t he told her that a dead sheep had made a coward of him? Reckless? She who taunted him so often for hot loving risk, who had heard his own conâ€" fession a few minutes ago, told him now not to be reckless. "No chance," he answered disdain fully. "You don‘t understand what hapâ€" pened, Julie," Norman said, "ask Sue Stocking." "I did." "What did she say?" "She told me you wore brave, Norâ€" man." Julie looked up at him quickâ€" ly. "You shouldn‘t swear, Norman," she eaid. CHAPTER Xvilt Back to Madrid Madrid village had dozed through the muggy Saturday forenoon,. Such weather, even it mideummer, found its main street bare, its sidewalks deserted. At six o‘clock in the evenâ€" ing or at nine in the morning when the stage rumbled in from Copperâ€" head with the mail, men in white ducks and girls in bright summer dressea colored the scene for a few minutes; gasoline soiled the air; there was chatter in the postâ€"office and then the dust of departing cars. For two and a half months these resorters, as the villagers called them, bought their foodstuffs from the natives, as they called the vilâ€" lagers, and lived hilarionsly on Ottaâ€" wa lake. ‘They were weakâ€"backed citizenry, Modrid Bay thought. They fished with wooden bait. And had no more sense than to build their ootâ€" tages in what was known locally as "the mosquito awamp." â€" ‘*You‘re safe!‘" the man cried when he saw him. He wiped his eyes. Then: "I can‘t find your brother." Delong winced. "You‘ve searchâ€" "Walk upâ€"stream again," Delong instructed. "Leave the car, I‘ll drive to Madrid. This is Peter, the garâ€" dener," he told Sue Stocking. He hesitated. Norman guessed what he was thinking. A motorâ€"car had mired down in the muddy lane. A man‘in blue overâ€" alls was hurrying toward the Richâ€" aud house. His face was gray from fear and exertion. He asked for news of Delong. Norman led him to him. ed * ‘"‘This far. 1 was in the kitchen when she broke . . . 1 telephoned Madrid, told ‘em it was coming." "A dog!" he confessed. Delong broke him of. "He saved my life." "I did not!" Norman answered. He spoke harshly. Wasn‘t his own conscience denying any heroism? He ran apruptly from the room. She looked at him queerly. ‘and goue by express from Copper ‘"What‘s the matter with you*" ghe head. It was Amos Short stirred pmanded. s them out; the Madrid Bay telephone "I ... 1... damn it, Sue. A sheep switchboard was operated in his . . & drowned sheep!" store. He ran into the street, shoutâ€" She seized his arm. ‘ing. . & drowned sheep!" She seized his arm. "‘Sheep? And you thought it was A4 Romance of the Great Lakes BY KARL W. DETZER ound "Can‘t get Copperhead," he shoutâ€" ralke | 04. "wires is down!" venâ€" A halfâ€"iozen men started home when | when they heard this disturbing pperâ€" | Pplece of news, Others twiddled their vhite | hands, glanced up the river and call nmer | ed Amos Short a fool. The 'H'Ol‘ few | were often down, weren‘t they? A air; | few shuffled their feet in the mud, ffice | uncertain what to beeve. They lookâ€" cars. | °d south at the clondbanks massed hese | above the hills. Old Gustaf Erickson alled | Joined the crowd on the bridge. He from | struck the rail with his two cedar ovil. | sticks. Ottaâ€" ‘"What be alt this?" he squalled. cked | _ No one had noticed bim come. But TheY | they were accustomed to Gustaf. He 4 NO | shorter, bent farther forward, thinâ€" °* \ ner than when he had ordered Norâ€" Y 48 | man away. He coughed incessantiy. & is eyes were bloodshot. He wore a Dowâ€" | patched green coat instead of a slick fishâ€" | er, and had turned up its collar about ness. | his neck though the day was warm. , iced, He Himped as he waled, in spite of ; "Called the coast guard. Better |run get some your belongin‘s. You "can â€"take ‘em up to Pierce‘s hill. _Flood is mean!" No one knew just what to do. No one except Amos Short, who was an imaginative man,. Many hours, when the shoe business was dull, he sat dreaming, with idle hands, before his small switchboard. Once, years before, he had slept soundly while a frantic subscriber on the country line tried to summon help for a burnâ€" ing barn. Since then Amos Short had constructed many tragedies in his imagination. Only yesterday when he heard from a farmer that the dam on the Delong place appeared to be softening, Amos Short had planâ€" med a course of action. ‘"Don‘t ‘be a dam‘ fool," Jim Nelâ€" son growled. He poked down the bank from the bridge toward the tish shantles. The water was high of course, but nothing to gét excited «bout. _ Within _ the â€" breakwaters thrust out from Lake Michigan beach, the fish boats swung snugly against their piers in the eshlag of the river. The lake sulked with an olly «moky swell. Rain beat lightly on the, dotk. A curious yellow and black light was spreading across the sky. "Better lug your Piano upstairs," a neighbor said goodihumoredly to Mel Pierce. "Hello!" he cried. "That you, Blind Man? Hello, coast guard? Amos Short speakin‘ . . . Amos Short down to Madrid~. . . flood, Cap‘n Parish‘ Flood! That‘s it ... Tamarack River comin‘ down . . . I‘m stickin‘ to my post, stickin‘ to the last minute. . . " "You what?" Nelson turned on him. 9 Not that he expected flood. Yesterâ€" day it was only a dream in which he acted the part of hero. The dream became real now. ‘He shot a plug into the switchboard and spun a small crank. He ran back into the rainy street. Townsmen .still hung idly on the bridge, most of them with sheepish expressions. "Mebbe _ somebody. upâ€"river | is havin‘ a lark with us," Jim Nelson growled, " they ain‘t enough water in the hills . . " "I called the coast guard," Amos Short announced, "called Parish!" Flood? â€" Unthinkable. Monstrous. ‘The river slipped through the town and out into the lake, attending its own piddling dutles, unmindful of the little excitements of idle villagers. Amos Short put on his goldâ€"rimmed spectacles and ran back to his awitchboard. He was gone an interâ€" minable while. When he popped out to the étreet again, he had covered his bald head with a hat. "It came once, high as the courtâ€" house roof. My old woman rememâ€" bers. it." room. Amos Short repeated his warnâ€" ing and ducked back into his store. It was misting slightly. A great bank of black cloud, with qrange edges, spread across the southern sky. Old Jim Nelson, who sat on the bench in front of Hans Miller‘s grocery, got up stiffly and Himped over to the county bridge. A dozen fishermen followed him, while Pug Downey stumped in the rear. They leaned on the railing and looked up the Tamâ€" arack. True, the water was high. But Jim Nelson had seen it higher. The banks were low where the river spread through the town to Lake Michigan. Just above the bridge, in a round willowy meadow, water seeped up past the marshes a little farther than usual. A onestory house squatâ€" ted in the field, the home of Miss Jennie Price, the invalid. But the Tamarack | stlll flowed placidly, chuckling, just a little over its banks. High, of course. "Lots of water up in the hills," some one said. ‘"Flood?" another laughed. "It‘d never get this far if there was, not enough water:" dam‘s "Flood!" Amos cried. "Delong * "I would if I was young," Gustaf cried. "Wheére‘s Jim Nelson? Where‘s Mel Pierce? Amos, you got that teleâ€" phone contraption, ring up all the Folks in the narrrows! The rest o‘ you get along home and chase your wimmen out!" "Flood, maybe," a man said, "someâ€" body thinks the dam‘s broke through, lam up at Delong‘s" "Stop it?" Some one laughed. "You try it, Gustaf!" The Upiifter "That man has done a great deal toward raising the human race." his cedar sticks. No one answered him. He slapped the sticks dBain. screwed up his blue eyes and squintâ€" ed searchingly . at the river. "I‘ve knowed worse things to happen. And I‘ve knowed dams to bust!‘ What comes o‘ tyin‘ up water? But ain‘t you goin‘ to be stoppin it?" Second Sameâ€"Then why not reâ€" lease him from his promise? "Indeed. A great statesman or social worker?" ~ "No. He runs an elevator." Motherâ€"Were you glad to get back to school and see your dear teacher? Cld _ Just That Reporterâ€"And are you Mr. Spudds, the potato king? Magnateâ€"Yes, 1 am, but 1 dislike the term. 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