The Newtown bee., 1897-05-28

\ eDs DOAA2 rubbish, an find out whether she's there or not"
 Julia gave little involuntary cry. "Ain't it dangerous ?' she asked, looking up at Reuben with frightened eyes.
 "Not very, guess. The logs is the wust," he answered shortly, becoming suddenly very i'll at ease. Julis's con- cern instead of pleasing him seemed to have contrary effect. He turned as if about to go, stung evidently by some ranking recollection, then fingered a moment longer. "Polly Anderson's play ed me mighty mean trick lately" he added, with an angry light in his deep set eyes, "bu' can't see her drowned out there if she has. l wish I could tell you about it, Julia, but don't see how l can, ever." His face clouded more deeply, and he stopped abruptly. II must be hurryin' off," he said, almost gruf1y, and walked away.
 Julia flushed hotly, and retreated to the group in which Mrs Frayle was standing.
 Men were bringing blanks and boards with which to form raft, for the pres ervation of Nat Means boat was un- known to any but the two young men and Julia Frayle. The sound of their hammers reverberated uncannily at that place and hour. So universal was the interest in it's construction that Reuben Carter and his companion had approached quite near before they were observed. The sensation created by the appearance of their boat spread like the overflow, and cheers greeted them as they passed by, carefully avoiding the logs that were continually drifting down upon them.
 Followed by the straining gaze of the people on the hillside, the boat moved cautiously toward the overturned cot tage, and at last was seen to encircle the house, the men rising and peering into every available opening. Then it stopped and Reuben Carter climbed through a window and disappeared.
 Julia Frayle turned away impatiently from the chorus of wild exclamat ions that at once arose. The sound irritated her. She wondered what Reuben had seen within. how long 1t would be before he would reappear, and picture of Polly Anderson, maimed, suffering, pin- toned under heavy furniture or falling beams, unnerved her. Her fingers grip ped each other with a force that left white lines along the knuckles, and she screamed aloud as hand was laid on her arm.
 "Julyie Frayle, I've been looking everywheres for you. Do you s'pose he's found herr" panted her aunt, scarcely able to speak aloud.
 II dunno. He's gittin' out now. Look Look Aunt 'Liza '" cried Julia.
 "I'm afraid to look" confessed Mrs Frayle, miserably. Eff I should see him bringin' of her out should feel as though I'd killed her myself"
 "Well, you needn't feel that way yet, Mis- Frayle," remarked a bystande:, dryly. "He ain't got her, an they're comin' this way agin. She can't be there arter all."
 "Well, declare to man!' calculated Mrs Frayle, feehly. She frightened her hold on Julia's arm. "Don't you go an leave me alone agin," commanded she. t'I can't stand much more."
 Reuben Carter was dripping when he stepped up onto the bank.
 ''I poked an waded into every hole an corner, an can't find sign of her any, where's" he announced to the gaping crowd. "Perhaps she tried to git away too late, an got kerried off by the cur. rent, suggested a pallid woman. 'sSome- how I've felt all along as if she's jam med in among them logs somewheres."
 This grim theory found numerous ad- herents, and armed with poles and axes, and with third man to assist, Reuben Carter and Nat Means again set forth in quest of Polly Anderson, while the raft was hurriedly finished and poled down in the same direction.
 Morning had now dawned, but the wearied people could not be induced to leave the scene of the disaster. It seemed so probable that Polly Anderson's body might at any moment moment be discov- cred in the floating mass of debris that covered the meadow lands, and stopped in it's progress by the broken remnants of the bridge, blocked the egress of the waters below, that they remained as if rooted in their places, pale with antici- patton of what might be disclosed, and almost worthless in the stress .of expect ancy. Now and then movement of un- usual activity on the part of the search ing party would be recognized by g surg ing chorus of exclamations, or 8 shud- dering sigh that seemed to emanate from 8 single huge throat. Then all would be breathlessly quiet again, until fresh cause for the exhibition of emotion arose.
 The long-contiEued tension was at ita height when the crowd began to be aug mented by the arrival of dwellers in the more remote sections of the village, who had been forced to wait until morning to investigate the inroads made by the storm. One of the wagons loaded down with these late arrivals, coming around the hillside at all possible speed, bore or it's front seat shrili- voiced old woman whose tones fell upon the ears of al within hearing with the potency Of ar electric crash. Mrs Frayie started for ward as if galvanized.
 ssMercifnl goodness Polly AndeT