The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-01-12

red, muddy water.
And even above the noise of the flood
before them they heard a sound like
the angry shouting of furious multi
tudes. Looking backward and up the
creek whence the sounds came they
saw great. tumbling, snuddcring
wall-pushing before il and bearing
upon its crest all Imaginable sol = Of
debris advancing down the dry creek
bed with such a thundcrous onslaught
that the little mound on which they
stood shook and seemed fairly 10 lower
under their feet.
They looked about them. The
arroyo ran into the creek below.
Above, both it and the creek had
flooded out until they Joined. Their
little mound was an island. moInen-
tariiy growing smaller, surrounded on
every side by raging torrents, III which
were driven and whirled whole ,rees,
full grown cattle, with sometimes =
fence post whose trailing wires had
caught in their barbs all manner Of
ghastly wrcclaGe.
Up came the water about them; down
fell the big hail.
ITS cloud burst above, darling"
said Bob. 1t won't last long-the wa
Ter won cover TINS rise
I'm not afraid, Bob, said MAY. with
very white lips; I'm glad came, any
how. If we've got 70 die Wen die to-
gether; and the way I've felt for the
last three weeks I'm sure chats a heap
better than living apart '
Bob jumped of his pony and lifted
May from hers The hail was coming
bigger and beat cruelty upon them ne
wrapped his siicllcr about her, pushed
the ponies close together and sheltered
her with them and his own body as
best he could.
I'VE won't die" he sand; but. poor
little girl. what an awful storm I've
dragged you out into,'
just then, from the farther bank Of
the creek, above the awful bowling al
the storm, came this intelligent COM
Inand in Old Man Loves car-splittiny
tones:
May Love! You come here TO me
this minute!" And May laughed hys-
terically.
We'll, he can't get a. Us. anyway
but the hail can q, look IT yaur poor
hands! @, Fob, l can't bear it-put the
slici.er back on"
why, honey" said Bob. as the tears
just the same anyhow; and you must
let me have the comfort OF keeping
some of it off you-it amt Z patchiu'
on the way your pa would DO me If he
cOuid get me right now.
While the storm ragged and the water
rose nearly - their feet. Hank Tearsall
had the almost exclusive benefit OF Old
Man Loves remarks. since only his
rI -s.a1- ,-anala..H lr
couple. who were too much absorbed ia
each other to heed either him or the
storm very much.
These remarks disagreed with Ny.
PcarSaH, who was notor.osIsly 4 m-lII ol
Judgment and observation.
What's the matter with that young
feller?-' he qucried- angrily; watch
hin a standin' 70 the north'a ard NV his
gal, a-,seepiu' the hail often her! He
ain't no chump. If he keeps that lick
mp right through he'll make 4 better
husband n what you ever did
About tins time, the hail ceasing, the
expectant justice came down % the
further banl. of the arroyo. The water
was going down visibiy, bat its roar
was still considerable
''Ho, Bob yelled the justice above
its sound, got your license
Bob took il out and waved it above
his head
Old Man Love could not from where
he stood hear word, but he surmised
what had been said, and the siyht OF
the document was like d red rag 70 the
bull.
Il dare We TO marry en-" he
screamed. Il dare yc 10 do it.' And
IN an ecstasy Of rage and anxiety he
forced his pony down into the fc@ning
creek amoEg the whirllug drift, whcl
he was promptly pitched of by the
terrified creature, which instantly re
turned Pearsall, at the risk oI has own
life. had to fish him out, receiving plen-
ty of abuse Tor his pains and returning
it with bitter irony.
In two minutes time the shallOwer
arroyo WAS fordablc, though the creek.
down which big drift continued To
come. was not. Bob set May on her
pony. mounted his own. and prepared
to ride ont. The sight Of the justice
n plains cupid, with boots, slic.ler and
cow boy hat-preparing % take charge
of the pair was too much for Old Man
Love, and, dismounted as be was, he
plunged in a dclirium Of rage, into the
creek, spluttering and yelling:
stop. Hold on, Hou just dare!"
Nav hesitated, frightened; but old
Hank Pearsall yanlled her father out
again and set him on dry land, snort
ing.
..Doggone We! pulled y'out onct
before! What fur CANT ye stay out.
Huh?
when ye try buclzin' agin a boy like
that. backed by Texas norther. you're
aeoin To git lett don't ye know il?
That kids got a double cinch on Prov
erdunce, But ye had this hyer storm
staIled out.
go it feller. Go it gal. I'm with ye
every time-rm fer ye! Yer the right
sort! | wouldn't hender ye fer all the
burned old snalle-bit fools in Texas.
I'll jist gether up the scraps o this
ole eejit. an tote 'em back to the
ranch"
And as May and Bob rode OFF, tat
tered, beaten, draggled, but obviously
blissful and jaunty, faint hail fol-
lowed them
"Guod-by kids-wish yer joy! Come
on. ole calamityr yr'-Alice MacGowan, in
Chicago Herald.
Learning the Be-ging Trade.
Many OF the children in the east end
of London are trained in the arts and
blaudishmcnts Of begging by old hands