Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-04-22
AND THE HOUSEHO
The Daily Story
Andrews of the April Flood

Andrews rose from MS scat ana lOohcu
| down upon the girl He fumblcd with his
| hat.
"1'm-tm sorry" he faltered. ~
thought 1t might be different rm getting
along so well over in town and this
| spring | thought perhaps that wc-that /
/ i might build somewhere around here
and" lie paused "lm sorry" he re-
| pcated
The girl flushed. She glanced over to-
I ward the mountain. II was IN the month
of April but the mountain top was sttu
| white with the winters snow
Tin sorry, too she replied, in tone
that showed she was not SO sorry as she
seemed Andrews started off Suddenly
he returned and once more laid down his
hat.
Louise" he exclaimed lmpulsivoly,
tell me something. | can stand It, and
want to know. We-we've grown up to-
gethcr You can afford to be frank with
me. Is there any body clse?'
She slowly shook her head mo one in
particular" she said
"What is 1t them" he persisted She
looked him full in the face
I'll tell you, stephen Andrews she
said. ut is not your FAULT but you are
not my kind Of a man. Oh, J know,
she added hastily, you are a college fell
low and what these people call smart
and all that" She hesitated. ~ don't
know" she continued, "whether | have
been reading too many novels In my time
or not but G-I-there must be something
more In the man that II don't know
Just how 10 express it. | think you UNDER
stand"
Andrews smiled in spite Of himself.
You mean" he said that I wear spec
tacles and that l don't tan mp quite so
much as the other fellows in the summer.
I am not impulsive. My name is not
tvanhoe Is that II, Louise?'
The girl sighed and looked off toward
the white hills "G do like strong, mus
cular men" she admitted. she had no
hesitation in saying this to Andrews, for
she generally said to him just what she
meant Andrews smiled a grim smile
He had never told her that he held the
record for boxing and wrestling in his
college class, and he did not propose to
tell her now.
Like John Duryea, for instance he
suggested. Again the girl flushed. For
as she sat there. she had Contrasted the |
two men, somewhat to the detriment oi
the man before her.
The snow on the mountains melted |
melted in a day and a night. The town
talked OF It. The roar of the waters
could be heard afar off. Duryea called at |
the girls house. "Comc down and see |
the flood - he said. They had been before,
but It was at all times an interesting |
sight They stroled toward the Long !
Bridge. The waters roared under this /
bridge like a cataract The eye could de- |
tect clearly the trembling of its timbers
WED better not go on the bridge eN-
claimed the girl, haltinE just before they |
reached 1t. Duryea threw back his shoul- |
dors
Come on" he said. with an air of bra
vado. "Gll take care of you" The girl
looked at him with admiration and
laughed They went. She shivered as she .
felt the timbers tremble beneath her feet.
The man lightly put his arm about her
it was good to feel his strength. 1t gave
confidence. Suddenly he pointed down the
road Look" he shouted in her ear. !
Here comes Andrews" The girl looked,
\ mile above the bridge something was
coming down 1t was nothing but a con-
genial little spring convocation Of logs.
Your friend Andrews is afraid"
shouted Duryea TO the girl. She nodded
At that moment something happened,
With roar and a crash like thunder and
lightning few of the logs struck one
end of the bridge and it went down.
Duryea turned pale, He was impulsve.
He was muscular and agile And as a
result in no time he had sprinted toward
the other epd and stood on terra firma,
The girl was too dazed to move. The
second edition of logs hurled itself |
against the bridge. The middle of the
bridge went down. on the shore two
men watched. The girl had disappeared.
One man cast himself upon the ground |
and cried aloud in frenzy. He was
chap. His name was Duryea. |
The other stood watching and thinking. |
He thought twice before he acted. Sud
denly he caught a glimpse of pale face
and few trcsses of golden hair still
untouched by the flood.
Then he did a queer thing He dartod
down the side of tho stream for a hun
dred yards until he caught up with this
pale face and golden hair. When he was
even with it, he lcaped far out into the
stream, and worked his way through the
muddy torrent and over the impetuous
logs to the place where he had seen the
face Of the gr he loved. The food had
claimed her for an instant. but as her
face again appeared, Andrews claimed
her from the food. And then the fight
began. II was the forest and the stream
both raging mad-against one man, and
the girl he held within his arms.
BY this time crowd lined the shore.
Andrews never knew what he did or how
he did 1t. His iron muscles wrcstled and
fought and buffeted with odds that he
had never met before, He fought like
wild man-fought to regain the shore
fouLi ut to regain life for the girl and him
self, Suddenly there was a shout-sOme
one had thrown a rope, Andrews missed
IT, They threw again. Andrews caught
it, Then the crowd held it's breath
Then of sudden there was a mighty
shout There was one man that did not
hear IL. II was Andrews-AndreWs who
had staggered up out of the torrent out
Of the jaws of death. with his bride to be
Andrews, man with broken arm and
a broken thigh. Slowly he opened his
eyes and looked at the girl who bent over
him. my name is Ivanhoe" he groaned
with weary smile,