Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-11-15

Kun up STAIRS" shouted Fred
land Polly and I'll bring all the stuff
we can with us. -
Grandmother Melton waited no
longer. She crept up the narrow stair
way to the little attic. Fred ran to the
cupboard and began filling his arms
with dishes of food, while Polly in her
excitement seized the first thing that
came to hand--grandmotbers rocking
chair-and Struggled up the stairs
with it.
'Well need clothing more'n any
thing else" called Grandmother Mel
ton.
fred ran back. The floor of the
cottage was now entirely covered with
water. He splashed through it and
seized all the clothing, coats and Jack
cts ne could carry. Polly bravely
wiped away her tears and when Fred
brought the loads to the stairway she
ran with them to the bedroom where
GRANDMOTHER Melton was sitting.
BY this time the building had be-
gan to shake aud culver as the water
beat against it.
She's going soon," shouted Fred.
''lm afraid the water will reach lis
ur here, suggested GRANDMOTHER
Melton.
Fred looked up. The ceiling was
low, and just above him there had been
aa old trap-door. now nailed UP. In
stautIy Fred seized the TX and burst
IL open, Above they could see the
dark sky and the rain coming down in
steady torrents, Fred piled trunk
on top of the liable aud climbed ont on
the roof.
He couldn't see far, buS he could
hear the roaring OF the water from
every direction. His heart sunk; he
felt sure that they would all be
drowned. Suddenly something
thumped heavily against the side of
the building, and the next instant the
front end of the room went up and
grandmother and Polly slipped down
toward the rear end. Fred narrowly
escaped being hurled off the roof.
Were going! We're goingl"
screamed Polly.
We're just off the foundation, =" an
swered Fred, as bravely as he could.
Then he swung back down into the
bedroom and helped Grandmother
Melton and Polly up through the trap
door to the roof. He covered them up
as well as he could and told them to
cling to the ridgepole whatever might
happen. Then he ran down for coil
OF clothesline. This he tied firmly to
the window at one end of the bedroom,
carried the other end up through the
trap-door, along the roof and dropped
it over the caves. Down he went again
and fastened it to the other window
frame. 1T would do to hold to. Hardly
had he finished his work when the
building gave another great lurch.
"Hold on!" shouted Fred.
The words were hardly out of his
mouth when he found himself thrown
violently from his feet. He caught
glimpse of the water pouring up the
stairway, and then the lamp was cap
sized aud went out. Next he found
himself pounding about in the water
Erred! Fred!' came the agonized
voice of Polly.
Here ] am" spluttered Fred. In
falling he had caught the edge of the
trap-door and Polly helped him to the
ROOF.
''We had all we could do to hold
on" gasped Grandmother Melton.
Were moving" shouted Polly.
They rocked and scraped and
bumped along, with the water swirling
and crashing around them.
"It's our first voyage" said Fred,
with an effort to laugh; "praps We'll
wind up in the Gulf of Mexico"
But Polly didn't laugh neither did
| Grandmother Melton.
A few minutes later they heard some
one shouting far out on the stream and
they saw the glimmer of lantern.
They shouted i'll return, but there was
no answer, and presently the lantern
was swallowed up in the darkness and
the three castaways were even more
lonesome and terrified than before.
They were compelled to cling firmly
to the rope and the ridgepole all the
time, for the house was continually
humping against distractions in the
stream and careening and iolting like
boat in u rough sea, Besides this,
they were wet to the skin and shiver-
ing with cold and fright. Occasionally
huge forms would loom up near them,
and they would see the outline of trees
or buildings floating down the river.
They We're momentarily afraid lest their
boat should bump into something and
be broken up. III this happened they
knew they would have small hope Of
escape. =
+ Quite Suddenly they felt the build
fing grind on something, and then, with
% Jolt, it came to a standstill They
could hear the timbers strain and creak
and the current of the stream splashing
about it, but it did not move.
"Weli, we'fe anchored" said Fred.
81 suppose we're out somewhere on
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