The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-11-30

Were s1ratch gravel. boys. anyway" said Orde.
 The men entered into the spirit of was almo1t too exuberant- orde had constantly to negative new and in- genious schemes.
 NO. boys" said he. Il. want to keep on the right side of the law. We may need it later.r
 Logs rarely jam on rising water, for the simple reason that constantly the surface area of the river Is increasing. thus tending to separate the logs. On the other hand. falling water, tending to crowd the drive closer together, is especially prolific of trouble. There fore. on flood wnter the watchers scattered along the stretches of the river had little to do-save strand Heinzman's logs for him.
 Up to certain point this was all very well. Orde took pains not to countenance 1t officially and caused word to be passed about that, while he did not expect his men to help drive Heinzman's logs. they must not go out of their way to strand them
 '1f things get too bad. hen have spies down here to collect evidence on us.- said Orde. "and he'll jug some of us for Interference with his prop erty. We don't own the river.-
 Inside of two weeks Orde had the great satisfaction of learning that Heinzman was working-and working hard-a crew of fifty men
 "A pretty fair crew, even if he was taking out his whole drive" com mented Orde-
 The gods of luck seemed to be with the new enterprise. The water held out to carry the last stick of timber over the shallowest rapids. Weather conditions were phenomenal-and per feet. All up and down the river the work went with vim and dash
 After this happy fashion the drive went untn at last 1t entered the broad. deep and navigable stretches of the river from Bedding to the lake, Here. barring the accident of an extraordI- nary flood, the troubles were over On the broad. placid bosom of the stream the logs would float As Orde sat in his blackboard. ready to, go into town for first glimpse of Carroll in more than two months, he gazed with an immense satisfaction over the broad river moving brown and glacierlflxe, as though the logs that covered 1t were viscid and composed all its substance. The enterprise was practically assur- ed of success
 For awhile now orde was to have a breathing spell. A large number of men were here laid ofr- The remain der, under the direction of Jim Den ming, would require little or no actual supervision Until the jam should have reached the distributing booms above Monrovia the affair was very simple. Before he left, however. he called Denning to him
 -Jim." said he, 'srll be down to see you through the sluicewnys at Red ding, of course. But now that you have a good, stiil stretch of river I want you to include in our drive all the Heinzman logs from above you possibly can If you can fix it, let their drive drift down into ours.''
 Then we'll have to drive their logs for them" objected Denniug.
 Sure" rejoined Orde. but it's easy driving. and if that crew of his hasn't much to do perhaps hen lay most of them or here at Bedding" A
 Denning looked at his principal for moment, then slow grin overspread his face. Without comment he turned back to camp, and orde took up his reins.
 
 "Oh, I'm SO glad to get you backr' cried Carroll over and over again as she clung to him. T don't live while you're away And every drop of rain that patters on the roof chilIs my heart. because think of St as chilling you Dear heart don't leave me again.
 She shook her head at him slowly, a mysterious smile on her lips. Without explaining her thought she slipped from his knee and glided across to the tall golden harp, which had been brought from Monrovia. The light and diaphanous silk of her loose peignoir floated about her. defining the matur- ing grace of her figure. Abruptly she struck a great crashing chord.
 Then. with an abandon of ecstasy, she plunged into one of those wild and sea blown. saga-like rhapsodies of the