Year: 1873

been laughed at.


There was ,choppihg to do, ,ana Cooking
! to do, and William and Polly were both


busy. William was not great deal with
| Polly, as matter of course; but wlen,h


was by her, hes thought that handsome


swamper might be farther away; and .he


thought too, that Hopping pancakes and


frying pork did not call for so Lavish q


display of gorgeous apparel. She had
quite a sum of money by her, that he had


saved through the chill of many winters


logging and the sweat of sultry harvest


days; but he did not see why she should


spend it so freely In, a month he was


Jealous of the swampor, and tried to get


his money into his own hands again. But


independent Polly kept the money, and
gave him no satisfaction. Then they had


miserable quarrel, and Tyner went over


to the town and got drunk. All, the frail.


ties of masculine minds Tyner knew


that poor whisky would not help his case


any, but he felt desperate and spiteful.


1t would cut Polly, and let her see what


she had driven him to; perhaps make


her do better, rather than. live with a
| drunkard. But when did such means


ever gain the end soughtY When he got
| SOBER they had another setto; and Tyner
went dOggedly about his work, and let
he's alone for two months. He wouldn't
| even demonstrate when the swamper left
his work days at a time, and smoked
and played euchre in the kitchen with
| Polly, to the great detriment of the din
ners. But the foreman did and, further,
declared he wouldn't have it. Then Polly
drew down her face, and said he was an
old idiot, and that -he should mind his
own business-therel And SO the winter
wore away.


There came certain morning when
the thick, melting snow was filling the
river-bed with water-which seemed to
be eyer running, faster and faster, to make
way for the great rush behind, which
never run out--when- the mighty roll
way was ready to break, and the sun was
rising upon another cloudless day to see
it done. A man rose before his comrades
Ill the logging camp, and shutfied out to
the stable, and did not come back to
breakfast A set Of men had swashed their
ruddy faces in ice-cold water, and were
waiting for a call from the kitchen, which
did not come. Then two hungry and
curious men went 10 the kitchen and the
stable, respectively, and met halfway;
and each looked into blank, astonished
face, as those two other Investigators had
done four months before. Then one
summed up the case in one emphatic
sentence:


THE swamper's run away with the
cook!"


How very like another morning. of
which we have heard And, to make it
very much more like, they had to get
their own breakfast, and mingled many a
rough joke with the cooking. And the
man whe was most interested went down
to the roll-'way- with his pipe and axe,
and said nothing. IS


He worked and pried away at the
undermost logs until noon, and said not
word on the subject His chum was in
a sweat keeping up with him.


"The roll-'way will start in an hour"
said the foreman, after dinner, glancing
up at the straight wall of logs eighty feet
high, and already leaning over the heads
of the workmen, rs if in hase to meet the
rising, surging, foaming water.


AT two O'Clock, those below heard
great cry from the roll-'way above The
last log had started their pile, and, its logs
it would sweep the lower one |
with it. The men dropped their tools and |
fled before the crashing, laundering |
mass. The men above watched in breath |
less suspense to see them get clear But |
Tyner would not move. He gave hasty |
look a the land, and at the blue sky look |
ing down calm and serene on the troubled |
landscape. Then the rolling pile came.
down upon him, and buried all there was
left of the stalwart man full thirty feet
deep.


The water rose higher and higher. 1t |
came nearly halfway to the top of the
bank, and overran the lowlands. Then
the long bottom tier started, and swept
fSNrr nd lab e.
of the logs, all crushed and limp from the
pounding roll-'way, with black line over
his brow and quiet look upon his face,
they found poor Tyner Tied in a button.
hole of his coarse shirt was knot of
dainty blue ribbon, holding a braid of
blonde hair. They knew, without ques,
tioning, where he had got it, and why he
had gone out with it upon his breast that
day.


His romance was ended.-AJrsd Gra-
lam, in Lakeside Monthly.