Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1918-07-12


for that baggage hasn't it in her.
Deed, an she doesn't make him happy
even now"-which was true enough, as
the most casual could observe.
Myrtle, aiming at the witcheries of
coquetry, achieved pertness and
habit of nagging, and kept her lover in
state of irritation sfar enough re-
moved both from the blissful uncer-
| tainty which she intended and the
comfortable assurance which he re-
garded as his right.
| BY and by the March gales began to
beat along the coast. The waters of
| the bay rose and dashed themselves
with oceanic fury. The winds threat
ened the houses, the piers, the railroad.
| One morning there came telephone
report to the station that the trains
| from the region west of Falmouth Cape
would be unable to reach the cape sta
| ton and to go on to Falmouth Town
| on the other side of the bay. Floods
| had washed away bridges and road
| beds in the interior, and for 4S hours,
at least, there would be no traffic. Fail
mouth Cape settled itself to the ex-
cited security of a mere watcher OF
calamities but in two hours it ceased
even to watch, for the storm had
wrought, havoc with the telephone
wires, and it YVES cut off from the
world.
Two things drove Larry stubbornly
| to town that morning. One was boy
| ish pride in the fact that he had
never missed & days work since he OBJ
| tanned a position; the other was that
| Myrtle had been uncommonly trying
| the night before with her weak CO.
quetries and her bad temper, and he
wished to escape her neighborhood for
| a while. He harnessed the old horse
wrapped himself WELL and drove
across the road bridge that paralleled
the railroad bridge across the bay and
into Falmouth Town.
In the afternoon the section of the
road bridge next to Falmouth Cape
succumbed to the strain of the winds
and the rising pillows. Cracking and
crashing, it was swept away, and the
flooring of the structure terminated
abruptly over the seething, tar-black
waters an eighth of a mile from the
cape shore. The arch still stood, and
the wooden Orders on which the floor
ing had been laid.
All that afternoon Mrs. Doherty
rushed about beseeching some one to
go and save her boy. Every one an
swered that her boy would not at
tempt TO make the journey home that
evening In the morning, perhaps, the
wires wouiG be working again, and the
town END of the bridge could be
warned of the damage at the cape end.
Any way, they said, there was no
practicable way of reaching her grand
soE.
Myrtle, to whom the old woman
went in final appeal, scoffed at the no.
ton of Larry's attempting to return
in the evening.
''He wouldn't be such a fool?' she
said corclusively.
"Fooi?' cried his grandmother, in
anguish and evaporation. IT'S US that
knows the bridge is broke, not him.
| All was safe an well whin he went
over this mcrnin'. Why wouldn't he
be comm home tonight? He'll start,
all In the dark an the wind, an he'll
drive, an thereIl Dc no SEEM the end,
an'-are We goin' to do nOthin' at all,
at ala"
"What could 1 do?" demanded
Myrtle, sullen, but sufficiently reason
able.
"If it was the man I was goin' to
marry" declared the old woman, with
red spots III the wrinkled hollows Of
| her cheeks. and glittering points in
her eyes, I'D crawl along the broken
wood, over the pillars there, till L
could reach the boarded part of the
bridge. An thin I'd walk an run. an
run an walk, till I came to Falmouth
Town, an there I'd stand to wait an
warn hi:n!"
ia, Mrs. Doherty, you certainly do
make me tired" retorted Myrtle. II
amt SO dead set on keepin' a beau as
you'd he. If you had one!"
| III TIC SSOL1ouA
which she had uncovered silenced Mrs.
Doherty. She started and shook her
head n dumb uncomprehension, then
turned and walked back to the cabin.
Maybe I was meant for the say,
afther ALL" she said, as she moved
about putting the cabin to rights. Then
she went out, quaint and sturdy fig
ure with Ter tight, white cap, her
short quilted skirt, and her red shawl
crossed on her bosom and tied at her
waist in the back. Down to the place
where the bridge had been she trudged.
Later, one of the cape children came
home screaming that old Mrs. Doherty
was crawling along the Orders that
remained on the demolished section of
the bridge-he had seen her red shawl.
|
"a nice notion of lovin' you've got"
stormed Myrtle, angry tears in her
eyes. Thrown me over for an old
woman-an old scarecrowl Some girls
wouldn't put up with it They'd make
you suffer, you an her, too. But /