Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-08-18

less effort to shake free their burden
and then the river began to speak.
The swapping and rendlng Of foes rose
above the whisper Of running water.
At the first stir the camp broke into
Joyful riot The banging Of guns, the
shouts and clnmor Of the people, join
ed with the rising noises Of the stream.
At last they We're "o.d timers" all, and
each "Chcechako" had become
.'Sourdough."
All that day the rush of ice rolled
past, grinding and roaring like distant
thunder. choking the wide channel till
great piles rose out of the boiling
surge, growing magically until the rag
ing waters burst them with. the noise
Of battles. 1t rumblcd on through the
night swelling constantly, while the
Shooting Star, with stacks ablaze and
winches clanking, chung tightly to the
shelter Of the little bend which broke
the force Of the bergs.
The sudden breaking had caught
Marks and his bride on their island.
and soon they were isolated from the
landing by a terrifying and impossible
barrier.
At daybrenk Boyd, worn and tired
with two nights Of sleepless struggle,
noted from his pilot house the futter-
ing signal on the island opposite. Then
with the growing light he spied the
two Inhabitants huddled upon the high
est point with the hungry river eating
upward toward their feet. Others were
equally observant, and soon the en-
campment was in an uproaE
As the village watched the cabin was
seen to turn and tilt at the touch of an
ice cake and then gyrate slowly down
the current.
Il guess they're gone" said White
sadly. II told Marks not to stay there
till she broke. This streams been
known to raise sixty feet in three
| days"
Boyd called the crew to him.
"Win any Of you go after them with
meY'
mo, sir" answered the crew.
There's too much ice running"
Bardell swung himself aboard the
steamer by the taut hawser at her
bows.
81 want one of the small boats" he
said shortly, and his voice shook, while
intense emotion burned in his reckless
features
Boyd studied him moment.
"All right" he said. do you want
another man,
mo! Hadden and Nilsson are going
with me-"
He trembled as he loosed the painter,
and Boyd thought
1T was her the other night at the
warehouse. She must have told him.
God! Amt there any good women?'
The three men struck boldly across
for the island, the tall standing figure
of Bardell guiding the boat They en-
tered the cataclysm with the cold dar-
ing that prompts strong men to hazard
their all on the turn of card. fight
ing desperately into the rush Of the
fee rip, now backing from some closing
trap in the jam, now lodging foes
that fed by them dangerously. Drift
Ing with the stream. winding In and
out. toiling slowly upward, they f1nallg
reached the slack waite. below the Is
land and crept along its sheltered
banks to the prisoners.
Never had the watching people seen
a more daring rescue nor one fraught
with more strenuous effort and reck-
lessness.
With cheers and acclama tons they
were met on the return half mile be-
low the steamer, but no one save Guth.
RE Boyd saw Mrs. Marks tremble un-
der the gaze of her rescuer as he bore
her from the boat.
Three days later the river was free
Of ice and the steamer loaded. In the
darkness of the evening Boyd walked
to the warehouse to see that the cargo
was indeed aboard. As he neared the
corner he heard the voice Of Mrs.
Marks speaking rapidly.
"Oh, I can't do 1t! You ask too
much"
The listener sunk his feet in the soft
moss and listened. He knew whose
voice would answer.
"You must. Dolly!' came the voice
of Bardell, intense and dominant. 81
love you thousand times more than
he does, and you love me too. We
must 60 tonight. You told me that
marshal was on to me. Well, he'll get
me sure If stay another day. can
read it in his eyes. I know I'm bad.
but you don't care. do you?"
"No, no! That's the strangest part
don't know what has come over me-
I'd do anything you want me to. Yes,
and was a good woman till I saw
you. You're bad, know, but still I'd
do anything. risk anything-yes, every
thing-for you but not this
"You must and you will!' Bardells
voice was hoarse and trembling with
desire. '"The skin is at the lower
bend. Meet me here in an hour. Wen
60 away-you and You and al
ways. If you fail me III come for
you, and heaven help the man that in
terferss."
Boyd heard her sobbing sigh as the
man crushed her to him and then her
scurrying footballs.
He stood closely against the log
walls, and as Bardell rounded the cor
ner he showed the muzzle OF q revolver
roughly into the others ribs.
Bardell's breath whistled sharply In
through his teeth. but he stood rigid.
"That's right" commanded Boyd.
"Don't move till ring two bells and