New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-02-09
7HEN THE RIVER WENT OUT
BY JOHN KENNETH TURNER

the party strocd down upon the wall Of sand reared by
the trclcss ocean across the mouth OF the uvcr hce
aborcrs after an hour Of strenuous digging had JuSt
succeeded in starting thin trcc OF water across me
top Of the dam They still working, and would
continue 10 work until the stream became vigorous
enough tear its way through the wall IN an ever
widening breach.
"Supposc we build our campfire in the shelter OF those
bluffs" suggested Professor Loomis pointing his cane
at the farther bank The breeze of the bay already
beginning to find my old bones
ave can step across this ditch If we go at once re
marked Mrs LOOMS
But how about getting back later in the evening"
asked Mary Pike practically.
why after the nvcr goes out we can cross any
where" Delta LOOMS nodded toward the CLASSY ex
pansc. 1--WE cross on the stones AT the Dot
tom
However, we'd better take my boat along. pointed
out Ram Mixter. "Whcn the boy comes with the lunch
well need the boat to fetch it.
They returned to where the rowboat was moored III a
tiny elbow Of the river, and because the boat was S
they crossed in two parties to the other shore; In
rocky cove sheltered from the breeze yet overlooking
the river they built fire OF dritwood.
Curiosity drew the four young people again to the
sand wall The rivulct was mirace now Inc diggers
had drawn back to wipe the pcrspraton from their
faces and lean upon their shovcls.
isn't it going slowly" exclaimed Mary Pike. 81 dc
wish it would hurry
at will hurry fast enough little later. Can you
that IS already getting its dandcr up; sad 'ei
The sun was nearing the horizon y horSecart APP,
pcarcd on the other shore The driver hallooed and
waved his
Ram Mxter started for the boat but Harold Samson
reached it before him. AIixtcr halted, making gesture
of consent.
aNliss LOOMS" called Samson picking up the oars,
"wOuld Won like with me alter the unCh!
"Delightcd" agreed the girl
Ram Nlixtcr glanced toward the mouth OF the river
81 don't think she'd better go, he protested. Inc
mouth is widening you know: it may be dangerous
The girl was already in the boat.
I'D he
risvey. 81 fancy I'm capable Of taking care OF Miss
LOOMS
@Rann. you're movcodde!" the girl interrupted
him 81 guess Mr.. Samson knows what he's dong!
Ram gave up. "Wel. he's careful there can be nc
danger he muttercd. He saw Samson looking back at
him as if to say "Yourc jealous, that what the mat
ter with YOU
DAMN MIXTER leaned against the granite face OF
IN the bluff and watched the lcisurely dip OF the oars
as the sf slid across the water. Yes, he was jealous
there was no use Of denying it. ust he was about to
possess Delta LOOMS this handsome staggering young
Apollo had come along to steal her away from hun
His glance wandered across the river toward his nome
standing alone on Mission Point,-a tiny, two-roomed
cabin stained brown by wcathcrS ana III lron oi
it a brand new bungalow with white limestone cnlm-
nev decorating the south wall. Through many long
NIGHT in storm and calm he had crouchcd over his type
writer in that little cabin From the village of Cypress
the lamp in his side window could be seem lonely
beacon shining until dawn The villagers would OBJ
serve him. long white envelop in one hand hurryingto
catch the early mail
"Wrote hve-thouSand-word story last night ne
would shout to friend "and I'm running to get 1t oil
before breakfast
The short rests that he afforded himself during those
nocturnal hours Of creation at high pressure invariably
found him at the little front window, standing, arms