The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-07-20

minutes d JAIN WAS QlSCOVerSQ near
the middle OF the gorge. AS the
waters rose logs from above came
humping down by the hundred. 1t |
was evident that something must be |
done at once, or the jam would as
sumo such proportions as to defeat all
efforts at dislodging it.
Kate, sitting in the front porch OF
her fathers cabin, saw .:dugout"
canoe leave the shore and make for
the upper end OF the gorge. Her
father was approaching from the
river at half run.
Father" she asked, s'who are
them men as is a-goin' to risk their
lives for passed. of old logs?''
I Jump up, Kate" cried Mr. Garden,
can fetch me that thar long inch |
rope we uses to windlass upsthe RATS
with. Anse Granger, John White
md Doak Spurlin have gone down the
gorge to the jam. We-why don't
you hurry up. girl? Dark's comm on
md we've a sight to do. y
Kate stood speeches. and staring.
Her father stamped his foot impa-
tiently, and she turned to look for
the rope like one in dream.
Ten minutes later Con Garden and
several others were standing on the
Red Cliff, a huge precipice that over
hung q large rock midway of tht,
gorge. Here was where the jam had
formed" .z,.-.'s.,s r-s..5s,
Kate followed them regardless of
the supper she was to prepare, re-
gardless Of verything, save that
Anse had gone perhaps to his death,
and that-she loved him dearly. The
results of her own petty resentment
wrung her heart as she remembered
his last attempt at reconciliation,
which she had so cruelty repulsed.
The sun was sinking; chilling
shadows were enveloping the gorge.
The men were lowering rope. Mr..
Garden, lying down, peered into the
seethlng abyss below.
There's two men on the rock"
said he. "Hit looks like they've
broke loose a part of the JAM
'Only two men, father?" cried
Kate.
She threw herself down and peered
over. What if the missing one were
Anse Granger?
That's it, boys" she heard her
father say. ga leetle furder down.
There! he's ketched it-he's got it
under his arms Now, pull stiddy,
boys, md don't FRAGILE the rope"
A human form was dangling over
the gulf below, drenched with spume
and swinging wildly. Was it Anse?
She hid her face as she heard the
horrible rasp of the rope over the
edge of tho cliff-the hard breathing
of man-then, after a time.
scraping of feet, and Doak's heavy
voice:
"Hit was tight squeeze, boys, nd
about the wust place I ever was in. :"
"Who's on the rock now?" Kate
heard her father ask.
John White.'' -ss ss s.<Sssa.,.ss
Her heart gave fearful leap.
"Well, Doak, where's Anse?'
Kate sprang to her feet as Spur
Inns slow words came like an echo of
doom.
"Jest afore the jam broke the end
of log hit the dugout kerblim!
Down she went, md Anse, he went
along too"
She waited to hear no more, but
without word glided behind the I'M
needing group, conscious that
Changers body must be somewhere
below the gorge, and that shelmust
find it, and, perhaps, die. There
seemed to be nothing else that she
cared to do now.
He has gone to his DEATH" she
faltered. IL don't care much
how soon go to mine either. Per-
haps I'll meet him-where?
Her query was suddenly and I'M
expectedly answered as the form of
Anse Granger, drenched, bruised,
his clothing torn, his face unnatural
ly pale, glided round sharp bend
of~the path
Good God" she gasped. '1t's
his ghost!'
She would have fallen, but strong
arms held her, d warm breath
famed her brow. Her eyes reopened.
The hands of the ghost felt lifelike,
and the voice she now heard made
her heart throb anew.
"No, Kate" amt quite a ghost
yet, though I come tolerable nigh
gettin' to be one-shore.
cloak said as log hit ye,'
whimpered the girl, -. .---,-....s ..
II was in the dugout when a log
did strike it, nd down she went, just
ahead of the jam. Then the canoe
busted herself on rock. I managed
to climb a log md on I scooted. I was
was whirled under md knocked about
pretty considerable, but got ashore
md here am. Now, Kate, what are
you a-doin' way up here?" -
There was no reply, yet her face
hid itself against his wet and ragged
bosom.
Are you still mad, or are you jes
a-puttin' on?"
No answer still. though one arm
stole gently round his neck Ans'
: smiled.
care you ever goin' to treat me i,
!