Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1923-02-21
What Happened
to Flynn
BY PETER DURANT
20. 1922. Western Newspaper UnAon.)

Flynn came from Cork. Sure,
! we're the lucky Flynns," he would re-
mark when anything spectacular came
! his way. But none of us iVer knew
how to take advantage of the oppor-
, tunity."
That was what happened to FLYNN
in SIMPSONS camp. Flynn had the
/ rowing disposition Of his ancestors. lie
was roaming west, but his money was
gone and he applied to the superin-
tendent of the lumber camp for II job.
Hagan sized up the slim young fell
low contemptuously.
1--WE want men here, not kiGs," he
answered.
Flynn drew long breath. "Begor-
ra. ORR show youse,' he replied. and
smote Hagan on the nose.
Hagan sank down, but the next In
slant he was on his feet, and huriing
his six feet of muscled humanity
against the spot where Flynn had
been. Hagan was the terror Of the
camps for miles around. In mo-
ment the lumbermen came piling out
Of the huts to see this man who had
dared challenge Hagan.
Hagan struck a blow that would
have felled an OK, but Flynn was not
there. Next instant Hagan went down
again under swing that left bloody
weller of his right ear.
That was II fight that is still talked
of in the North. Sometimes Hagan
caught Flynn, and single blow would
throw him off his feet aud land him a
yard or two away. But before Hagan
could reach the spot to make an end
OF Flynn with his calked boots, Flynn
was missing, coming back with that
terrific right swing of his.
Sometimes they cinched, but Flynn
always broke free with blow that
,.inded Hagan. Hagan's breath was
coming hard; 1t was a question of a
minute or two now. Flynn dived,
launched blow to the breast that
sent Hagan staggering. and finished
him with one to the jaw.
Hagan went down and made no at
lclDDl W ILSc YIN SlpOi oNSi ILL.,
Say, do l get job here7' he in
quired mildly.
"T-t-take yer pick" mumbled
Hagan.
That was at seven in the morning
At eight Flynn was building a cordu
roy across the creek. AT nine the old
mans daughter, Mary Standish, came
riding by just as an obstructive trunk
was being blasted out of the way.
"Hey, for the love of Mike, look at
that gel,' shouted one of the swamp
ers. Don't touch 'er Off Bill !"
He was too late. Just as Miss Mary.
pretty, smiling lass of twenty, ap-
peared In their midst the charge went
off with a roar The startled animal
reared plunged, and leaped into the
creek. throwing the girl into the Icy
waters of the swift current.
Instantly Flynn had taken a run
ming dive and was in the water He
clutched at the girl as the current
swept her by, grabbed her with one
arm by her long, flowing hair and drew
Her w Illil. LiiVli NV t'StN Ch tHS pas
sage back to the shore.
But the creek was in spate. owing
to the melting of the SHOWS on the
hills above and vast flood Of muddy
turbulent water flowed about them. 1t
was With the utmost difficulty that
Flynn could at the same time hold his
own and keep the girls head above
water.
He realized soon that 1t was impos-
sible to battle against the fury of the
current, and, abandoning the attempt,
drew Miss Mary's head down on his
breast, turned on his back and struck
out diagonally for the shore. After
a desperate struggle he managed to
make it, nearly half-a-mile below the
scene Of the accident.
Miss Mary was half-unconscious.
Tenderly laying her down, Flynn ran
sacked his brains. What was he sup
posed to do according to the movies?
Fla! He remembered. Flynn pro
ceeded to chafe her hands. All the
movie heroes did that under the cir
cumstances.
Then. as Miss Mary opened her eyes
he didn't stop to think, but bent and
bestowed an ardent kiss upon her lips.
Miss Mary blushed but didn't say
anything,
Shouts were heard. Men came run
ming through the trees, headed by Old
Man Standish. With an agonlzed cry
the old man kneeled at his daughters
side. Ascertaining that she was alive
he arose and faced her rescuer.
Young man. you saved my daugh-
ters life" he said. II can never suf-
ficiently express my gratitude"
"Ferget 1t I" answered Flynn.
you'll always have job here"
Hey. what's that?" shouted Flynn.
There's too much doing in this burned
camp. I'm quitting, and I'm quitting
now. I'm one Of the lucky Flynns.