Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-06-02
Good Fish In the
Sea
By ROSE MEREDITH


after Arthur Bent, Ruthie-he isn't
worth one single tear from any girl y
81 am not shedding tears, Mrs. Mer-
ton," said the girl proudly. THE en-
gagement is broken-and he has gone
back east"
Il heard there was another girl out
there"
II heard so too," retorted Ruth, "and
If you do not mind, Mrs. Merton, sup
pose we talk about something else"
"Glad enough, my dear, for he was
as mean as all get-out 10 steal your
heart away and then go off-but re-
member, there's as good fish in the
seas as ever were caught !"
Il suppose So" said Ruth listlessly,
as she picked up her knitting; Il am
afraid l am not much of a fisher
woman"
Ruth's mother came back to the
room and glanced at the well-meaning
neighbOr. She suspected that the
trend of conversation had been toward
the light-hearted Arthur Bent. She sat
uOWH anu UIlSh1y CAl1CCluCu a lOCuiC.
Rivers rising, they say" she began.
II want t. knowl I heard Little
Greek was way over the banks, but /
didn't know it had broken loOse-if
the river keeps on rising and the dam
breaks-then good-hy to Blue River
and all our honest"
The women looked out at the swiftly
running Blue River and talked about
how the small streams were full to
overlooking and that the spring
freShetS were DUE
Tive always been afraid of Blue
River, even if I've lived on it's banks
for twenty years. remarked Mrs. Mer-
ton as she went
81 am more worried about those
poor folks in the Little Village region
along Little River" declared Mrs. Hol-
ton. She stood awhile in the doorway,
enjoying the fragrance of apple bios
SONS and the fresh, earthly smell from
the newly plowed fields. Then her
gaze turned to her pretty daughter
and the anxiety in her eyes deepened
dS SLC AOlCu l1lC SW11lIy LILY LISOl ..
what are you knitting, Ruth?' she
asked at last.
The girl smiled. Don't laugh at
me, mother dear, but | am knitting
scarf-it started out to be a muffler
for Arthur-and since he has gone
away, l have kept right on knitting
away, using up all the stray bits of
yarn in the house-see the crazy-quilt
effect? Some day, when l have used
the last bit of wool, it will be COM
pleted and all my trouble will be knit
ted into it-see, it is six yards long
now!"
my dear! Don't you think you
have done enough"
"Yes-I begin to feel that I am
nearing the end-I am caring less
every day'''
what blessed scarf that will be
1t is good plan to knit our troubles
into useful things like that, Ruthie.
I do believe the river is rising-see,
can catch the CLINT of it between those
trees. never saw it before. / am
Slau VIC arc VII lISl SlOuuu
your pa says he believes in building
his house on hill"
Ruth got up and went to the back
door. They watched the brimming
river in it's rushing movement toward
the distant sea.
81 am afraid of the flood, MOTHER"
said the girl softly, "and yet some
how, / am waiting for it. l have a
feeling that things will be different
after that"
Dear child, I hope they will be
happier for all of US, but remember
the flood means death and destruc-
ton to many poor people up the river"
II know am not wishing for that
4 am praying that the bridges will
hold and that the dam will not break,
but am excited" and she went back
to her knitting.
The next morning the river was still
rising and all the men folks departed
hastily for Little River to see what
aid they could render to the menaced
homes along it's banks.
RUIN ana Q0T mother wandered un-
easily around, watching the brown
water and marking it's rise; suddenly
debris began to appear in the water
then a chicken coop, then young
trees, and all the movable articles
about a farmyard. A boy rushed in
to shout that the dam had burst and
that the whole village of Little River
was floating down stream. Below the
HOlton farm men were gathering to
save any threatened lives, to stop any
floating buildings.
Now the river was alive with
strange craft of every description.
Chicken coops, one with a defiant
rooster Growing Justify from its peak,
wooden tubs, woodsheds. small build
ings, bobbed past on the tide; then
house fioated down, the inmates
looking out of the second-story win
lows, waving carelessly to the help
Jess women on the bank; they could
see that the men below had caught
the house with boat hooks and were
towing it safely into cove. Another
house was coming down-a low white
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