Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-01-27
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this country for both of us. If you
VIII let me help you up the bank, no
doubt you can find your way home.
assure you that have no intention
Oh lntrnding on you further"
His scorn seemed to beat down her
anger. She looked at him for the first
time without hatred.
Why have you come into my life?
Why do you begin to inlay part in
lt!' she whispered. as if in terror.
Suppose you let me assist you up
the bank, Mademoiselle, before 1 an
swer your question, We can hardly
discuss that matter here" said Hilary
She seemed to recover her self-pos-
session. There is no need to answer
me" she replied scornfully. Never
theless she permitted him TO brush the
DUST from her skirt and to give her
his hand. They scrambled up the side
OF the gorge and stood breathleSs upon
the road again. Far away Hilary
heard the crash of the logs, flung over
the dam and shooting toward the boom.
Madeleine Rosny turned and faced
hilary. swell, monsieur?" she de-
manded.
1T is because want us to be
friends" he said. And he took the
girls hand frankly in his.
She let it lie there for a moment,
gazing at him in establishment and
puzzlement Then, to Hilary's sur
prise, he saw the look of fear come
into her eyes again.
1T is too late" she whispered.
Surely not, mademoiselle. We have
misunderstood each other, perhaps,
but"
Il tell you it is too late Oh, why
did you not come to me and say this
before?" she cried, and suddenly broke
into understandable sObbing. Il thought
you were grasping and wicked, and l
hated you. l wished you evil. Look
to your boom! No, let me go. mon
sieur! Look to your boom!"
And, snatching her hand away, she
ran, still sobbing wildly, down the
road, leaving Hilary staring after her
Ill uucOIulOfIdDlP ulSuldy.
He could not understand her mean
ing, though her last words still rang
in his ears. He watched her as she
fled through the trees like a hunted
deer. She was out of his sight around
the bend of the road almost in an in
slant, her shoulders heaving and her
hands outstretched in blind panic be-
fore her.
Hilary heard the shouts of the work
men still more plainly, rising above the
awful smashing of the logs. Then,
while he still looked after Madeleine,
there came a sound louder than any
he had heard, rivaling that of the ex-
plosion itself, as if Thor's hammer had
changed upon a leaden anvil, as if the
earth were rent in twain like stitched
garment.
There was no need to wonder what
had occurred. Hilary began running
down the road His eyes were fixed
ahead where the log boom lay rent like
a straw pipe, and the great burden of
logs which the Rocky river had borne
so long was plunging down the cata-
ract.
He ran on, GREATNESS, and the stu
pendous spectacle went on before his
eyes. A mighty barrier, piled up for
few moments against the rocks that
spanned the cataract, gave promise of
arresting the debacle Behind it the
logs spun and twisted. All the freight
of the river, far back from the, hills,
was sweeping onward an irresistible
army, forging past stone and boulder,
tossing, upheaving, mounting the dam,
whose cement wall was now sub
merged, swept by the mik-White tor
rent to where had been the boom. The
clashing of the logs against that wood
en- wall was like battering rams against
city wall. Then swiftly, as Hilary
still ran, he saw the picture dissolve.
The wall of logs went down into the
cataract, and column of spray rose
higher than the fiume, flared funnel
wise and caught the sunlight into pris-
matically banded hues like a rainbow.
and went down.
Over the cataract swept the logs, un-
impeded now. The river had burst it's
chains and spewed its burdens into the
Gulf. Fanlike, the lumber began to
spread and stain the gray st. Lawrence
surface with notified brown.
Hilary reached the waste place be-
side the mill. The workmen stood
there, impotently watching the ruin of
their toll. It was the wreck of every
thing. There could be no hope of build
ing up the boom in the face of that