The Ordway new era., 1919-07-04

musIins. A few feet behind stalked
Godfrey, his eyes on the pretty figure
by his side. Innes turned from his
look, abashed as though she had been
peerIng through a locked door.
Gnyly, with a fluttering Of ruffies,
Gerty established herself on the bank,
trifie out of hearing distance. A
hard little smile played on the lips ac-
cented with Partisan rouge. The child
ish expression was gone; her look ac-
cused life of having trified with her.
But they would see
'Don't look SO unhappy. dearest"
whispered the man at her side. "Tm
going to make you happy. dear"
She flushed brilliant, finished smile
at him. Yes, she was proud of him.
He satisfied her sense Of romance. or
would, later, when she was away from
here, dull pain pricklng at her delib-
crate planning. Godfrey found her
young. young and distractIng. His
life had been hungry. too; the wife.
up there in Canada somewhere, had
never understood him. Godfrey was
ambitious, ambitious as she was. She
would be his wife; she would see the
cities of the world with him, the well
coined wife of Godfrey: she would
share the plaudits his wonderful voice
won.
His eyes were on her now. she knew,
questioning, not quite sure of her. She
had worried him yesterday because
she would not pledge herself to marry
him If he sued for his divorce. She
had told him to ask her that after the
courts had set him free. She could
not have him sure of her.
An exclamation from him recalled
her. She found that he was no longer
the trembling structure over which n
"battleship." laden with rock, was
creeping.
II want to stay with you. you know
that dearest. But 1t doesn't feel right
to see them all working like niggers
and me loafing here. You don't mind?'
Oh. no, Gerty did not mind! She
was tired. anyway She was going
back to her tenti
He thrust a yellow paper into her
hands. 81 sent that of today. Per-
haps you will be glad7"
She flung another of her inscrutable
smiles at him. and went up the bank.
the paper unread In her hands.
The long afternoon wore away. They
were now dynamIting the largest rocks
on the cars before unloading them.
The heavy londs could not be emptied
quickly enough. Not dribbled, the rock,
but dumped simultaneously. else the
gravel and rock might be washed
down stream faster than they could be
put together. Many cars must be un-
loaded at once; the din on SilentS
train was terrific. His crew looked
like devils, drenched from the spray
which rose from the river each time
the rock-pour began; blAckened by the
smoke from the belching engine. The
river was ugly in its wrath It was
humping itself for its final stand
against the absurdity of human inten-
ton; Its yellow tail swished through
the bents of the trestle.
The order came for more speed.
Rickard moved from bank to raft |;
knee deep in water. screaming orders
through the din; directing the gang, ;
| SptCOihk tut Ioth OSClt-
Gated between the levee and dams. tak-
ing orders, giving orders. His energy
was superb. 1t had grown dark. but
no one yet had thought of the lights,
the great Wells burners stretched
across the channel. Suddenly, the
lights fared out brightly.
| Not one of those who labored or
watched would ever forget that night.
The spirit of recklessness entered
even into the stolid native. The men
of the Reclamation forgot this was not
their enterprise; the Hardin faction
jumped to Richards orders. The
watchers on the bank sat tense,
thrilled out of recognition of aching
muscles. or the midnight creeping chill.
No one would go home.
To Innes, the struggle was vested
in two men, Rlckard running down
yonder with that light foot OF his, and
Hardin with the fighting mouth tense.
And somewhere, she remembered,
working with the rest, was Estrada.
Those three were fighting for the justi-
stake, hope for the future.
Richard passed and repassed her.
And had not seen her! Not during
those hours would he think of her. not
until the idea failed, or was trium-
phant, would he turn to look for her.
Visibly, the drama moved toward Its
climax. Before many hours passed the
river would be captured or the idea
forever mocked. Each time belching
| engine pulled across that hazardous
track 1t flung credit to the man-side.
Each time the waters, slowly rising
hurled their weight against the creak-
ing trestles where the rock was thin
n point was gained by the militant riv-
er. It's roar sounded like tn, last cry
of wounded animal in Innes' ear