The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1916-06-02

from a terrible dream, but win the
sigh that trembled to his lips came
realization.
From head to toe he was battered
| and bruised. His cotton clothes were
In tatters. His chest heayed in great,
spasmodic gasps. Breath whistled
through his wracked lungs. His eyes
protruded. His head ached till I
seemed on the verge OF bursting. But
| to his mind pierced thought sharper
than pain--the thought OF Marganta
and the Man. With clenchcd teeth he
struck out for the current.
Far. far away rose dusty line Of
mist. II marked the head of the flood
| the meeting of water with the accumu-
lated dust of rainless months. Gerry
recognized the meaning Of that line.
Somewhere there In the turmoil Of the
first rush of the mad food were Mar
garita and the Man-what was left Of
them. The distance dismayed him, but
he swan on. Then he felt the fast ap-
preaching end of endurance. A sob
choked him.
1t was only minutes till his arms re-
fused to answer to his will. They
moved so weakly that more than once
his gasping mouth sank below the wa
ter. He swallowed great gulps of the
turgid flood. Then an uprooted tree
brushed by him. He clutched its
branches.
When all else In the world has
passed from a mans brain there re-
mains the life instinct-the will to fight
for the last minute of his allotted be-
ing. The life instinct was all that still
lived In Gerry 1t urged him to last
effort. He dragged his body upon the
tree where the branches forked from
the main trunk. Utterly exhausted, he
sank into their embrace They held
him as though in a cradle.
The rush Of the waters began to
slacken. They stretched out over the
valley and crept up its sides. They did
not How so much now as rise. The val
ley became moving sea. On its aow-
Ing sarface beasts, fowls and reptiles
struggled, mad-eyed, for life. Here
and there bloated carcass, brought
down from far up the river, Numbered
blindly through the living and brought
screams of terror from the swimming
horses, and gasping lows from the
struggling cattle.
From the middle of the sea rose the
old plantation house still high and dry
on Its mound. 1t seemed very tiny
toy house on lonely islet.
A great, open, white umbrella lined
with green sailed gayly along. It
caught in the branches of Gerry's tree
Uprooted cotton bushes fioated by, and
cane, snapped off, sometimes torn up
In whole hills, banked up against the
tree and formed a vast, unstable
island. toward which swan the delud-
ed stock.
From the mouth of the cleft in the
river gorge issued a laundering cata-
ract. 1t had burst through the walls
of the ditch and even unseated a Sec
ton Of the rocky crag against which
the sluice-gate had been buttressed.
The ditch was gone. 1t could never
be again, for the water was tearing
the channel of the cleft deeper and
deeper. The turbid flood devoured the
silt OF the valley, accumulated since
man was, and carried it, seething, out
towards the river. The valley would
be left naked. stripped of the source
OF life.
Gerry's tree had crawled away from
the main current. In a vast eddy IL
approached the mound whereon SQUAT
ted the old plantation house. Dona
Maria stood at the edge of the waters.
Her two hands were clenched and held
above her gray head. Thin wisps of |
hair hung about her face. Her face
was distorted. She was cursing Gerry.
curstng the day of his birth, the day of |
his coming, the day he had opened his
ditch. She swept her arms over the
terrible scene and called down the
curse OF all the ruin and death on his
mead. But Gerry was beyond hearing.
In all the world there was none TO hear
the old woman. She stood alone: about
her the silent waters, above her the
blazing blue sky.
ne Tree Snot OUT or the eddy The
current, the main current from the
cleft, caught 1t squarely and swept it
away. 1t suddenly shook its long trail
OF riffraff, and turning and turning
more and more swiftly, swan out on
to the churning bosom of the great
river.
The valley had disappeared. souat.
ting on the very level of the far-dunp
waters, the old house still stood. Tho
bright sun struck CLINT of light from
It's white walls and gave rich colors 70
its moss-grown tiles. The roof was
crowded with fowl and strange med
ley OF heavy flying birds, glad of .
perch on which to rest Dona Maria
went into the house. She closed tba
great board shutters The house loo,ad
as II 1t had closed its eyes in a last
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Gerry's tree fioated down tba r,vor
II swung slowly along near the north
snore. Just below it were houses
They were perched on the cliff. Ralow