Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-02-04
OUT OF THE FLOOD
BY ADELAIDE r. KEMP.
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~ 1920 by Mcclure Newspaper syndicateD
For three days the sparkle of sun
sh,ne and a softer turn to the winds
had made a deep impression on the
fields of snow and ice. Jane Carew
tboughtfuHy drawing on her gloves
looked down from the porch of her
nleasant home upon the rushing river
suddenly freed from its winters priS-
m Madly pursuing its course it
seemingly threatened to take every
thing in its way.
lust beyond the bridge lay the quiet
little old town, nesting among the
New England hills in the dim twilight,
the white church steeple and the
courthouse spire rising in the center
as IL TO proclaim equal rule of love
and law.
To Jane the past ten years had
brought many changes. The reflection
in her mirror only a few moments
since had impressed her with that
thought. Silver threads had already
begun to weave their way among the
luxuriant brown locks, and to the
pleasant face lines of thought had
heen added. But the pink flush Of
health mantled her soft cheeks and
ANYWAY" she added to herself as
she went down the road on her way
to church, ~ still have my voice"
AS she paused on the bridge to look
at the rush Of water beneath it almost
seemed to her as If time had indeed
turned backward for a moment in it's
fight and that again Bruce Carter
stood beside her as he had on just
such Sunday evening so long ago.
With high hopes for their future to-
gether he had still been blind to ev-
erything but the yearning for wealth.
Like that king of ancient times he
desired nothing so much as that ev
erything he touched might turn to
gold. And If reports from the far
city were correct, his prayers had
been answered.
The strains of the organ swelled
out to great waves of melody that
slowly subsidized to low calm and
James sweet voice, a little tremulous
at first. poured forth the beauty Of
the anthem, gaining strength as she
went on. until with glowing eyes and
face upturned, the sweet notes sounded
Ike strains from the heavenly choir
Of which she was singing.
Far hack in a dark corner sat n
man whose deep-set eyes showed the
troubled mind and restless spirit with
In. He watched the singer as If her
voice, with all its marvellous beauty,
was directed toward him alone. Mem
DRY was alive, and the days came
back when he, Bruce Carter had once
sung In that choir and had waited
afterward to walk home under the
silent stars with that same sweet
singer
AS the congregation rustled out he
stood waiting In the dim vestibule
eagerly scanning each face, some
strangely familiar, others entirely un-
known. Suddenly a woman's voice
pitched high, startled him.
Has Miss Carew come out yet?
Tell her she will have to stay in the
village tonight. The old bridge has
been swept away and they say the
dam is ready to break"
There was a murmur of excitement
and someone exclaimed, "Why. Jane
went out the side entrance and down
the old road quite q few minutes
ago"
Amidst the general stir no one no.
ticed the man, as with terror clutching
at his heart, he dashed around the
church and down the hill onto the
old road, where the angry tumult of
the rushing river made a deafening
roar. Could he save herr OF what
use were his thousands now? What
mao they brought him anyway? The
question smOte and almost stunned
him.
"Janen he called loudly. anguish
III every fiber of his being. Sudden
y, as II in answer to his call, slen-
uer hguFe came running toward him.
hfuce caught her to him as if lie would
never let her go, but after one start
'ed glance at the mans face Jane
grasped his hand
quick, dear, we must get up the
emDankment the dam has just burst ="
she cried.
WIN the terrifying sound beyond
.helh coming nearer every moment
uey struggled up the side of the steep
s'ol~ ana reached the top not a mo-
n'elit too soon. AS they turned to
""'ch the black mass of waters be-
|ea'ii them Bruce suddenly gathered
Jane in his arms.
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