The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1912-06-13

that it overshadowed the storm brew
ing above Her way was easier than
his and he had fallen some distance
behind when suddenly there rushed
upon him the fact that frightful and
unlocked for cloudburst was about to
occur above their heads A lightning
flash and a thunder clap at last ar
rested his attention. Then, but not
until then, he flung everything to the
winds and amid the sullen and almost
continuous peals of thunder he sent
cry after cry toward her which were
lost in the tremendous diapason of
sound that echoed and re-echoed
through the riffs Of the mountains.
Wait" he cried again and again.
Come up higher. Get out of the
canon. You'll be drowned"
But he had waited too long. The
storm had developed too rapidly; she
was too far ahead of and beneath him.
She heard nothing but the sound of
voice, shrill, menacing, fraught with
terror for her. not word distinguish
able; scarcely to her disturbed soul
even a human voice, it seemed like
the wierd cry of some wild spirit of
the storm. 1t sounded to her over
wrought nerves so utterly inhuman
that she only ran the faster.
The canon swerved and then dou-
bled back, but he knew its direction.
Losing sight of her for the moment he
plunged straight ahead through the
trees, cutting off the bend leaping
with superhuman agility and strength
over rocks and logs until he reached
point where the rift narrowed be-
tween two walls and ran deeply. There
and then the heavens opened and the
floods came and beat into the open
NAV of that vast crevice and filled it
in an instant.
AS the deluge came roaring down,
bearing onward the sweepings and
scourings of the mountains, he caught
a glimpse of her white desperate face
rising, falling, now disappearing, now
coming into view again, in the foamy
midst of the torrent. He ran to the
cliff bank and throwing aside his gun
he scrambled down the wall to a GER
tain shelf of the rock over which the
rising water broke thinly. Ordinarily
it was twenty feet above the creek
bed. Bracing himself against a Jagged
projection he waited praying. The
canon was here so narrow that he
could have leaped to the other side
and yet it was too narrow for him to
reach her if the water did not sweep
her toward his feet. 1t was all done in
second. Fortunately projection on
the other side threw the force of the
torrent toward him and with it came
the woman.
She was almost spent She had
been struck by log upheaved by
some mighty wave, her hands were
moving feebly, her eyes were closed,
she was drowning. dying, but indomit-
ably battling on He stopped down
and as a surge lifted her, he threw
his arm around her waist and then he
braced himself against the rock to
sustain the full thrust of the mighty
flood. AS he seized her she gave way
suddenly, as If after having done all
| that she could there was now nothing
left but to trust herself to his hand
and Gods. She hung a dead weight
on his arm in the ravening water
which dragged and tore at her madly.
He was man of giant strength,
but the struggle babe fair to be too
much even for him. 1t seemed as II
| the mountain behind him was giving
way. He set his teeth, he tried des-
! perately to hold on, he. thrust out his
right hand, holding her with the 9TH
! er one, and clawed at the dripping
| rock in vain. In moment the tor
rent mastered him and when it did so
! it seized him with fury and threw him
| like a stone from sling into the
| seetfiing vortex of the mid-stream.
| But In all this he did not, or would
| not, release her.
Such was the swiftness of the mo-
| ton with which they were swept
downward that he had little need to
swim. his only effort was to keep his
head above water and to keep from
being dashed against the logs that
tumbled end over end or whirled
Sideways, or were jammed into clus-
tiers only to burst out on every hand
He struggled furiously to keep him
self from being overwhelmed in the