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1 By Thomas Milton
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
!Karlson's wheat elevator was sim
ple, ah oblong wooden box, standing
on end, with a flight of wooden stairs
running up one side. By means of
a "crane the wheat was slung up in
the bags, which were emptied by a
man at the top of the flight. When
the elevator was full he opened a
window and descended the outside.
This was in the early days when the
flood of prosperity compelled farm
ers to build these structures to hold
their bulging crops.
But Upas City had not calculated
that the Divide river would change
its course one night. There was no
body to telegraph the news, for every
one about the upper reaches had been
sVept to death by the flood. Karl
son had had some trouble with his
girl Nan, who was in love with Sim
Thompson, a capable young foreman,
but a man to whom Karlson had
taken an antipathy. He lived near
His elevator and about 10 o'clock,
finding Nan out, he strolled over in
disgust to look at his crops. He had
been afraid the wheat would ferment
before he could get it to market He
had just got up to the top of the ele
vator when the Divide came down.
'Karlson heard distant cries, cries
nearer, and then a wall of water
struck the old elevator and sent it
spinnig from its foundations like a
teetotum. It rolled, fell on its side,
and three parts submerged, went rac
ing down the torrent.
By some miracle the tremendous
weight of the shifting wheat failed to
bury the old man. When he realized
what had happened he found him
self seated within five feet of the roof,
which was now one side of the ele
vator, and near him, Nan and Thomp
son. He scowled at them. "So you're
here!" he said.
"Good Lord, Mr. Karlson, what
has happened?" asked Thompson.
"What are you doing in my eleva
tor?" demanded the old man.
"Why, you asked me to come, Mr.
Karlson, to see if the grain was fer
menting." "And Nan?"
"See here!" shouted Thompson,
shaldng his fist, "Nan and I loye one
another and since you won't let me
come to your house she had to come
to see me at the elevator. That's all."
"So You're Here.'
"All right," answered Karlson.
"Only she don't get none of my mon
ey, that's all."
"Why, good Lord, do you suppose
you'll have any money or any life,
either?" shouted Thompson. "Look
through the window, man!"
They all looked through the win
dow. The elevator was sailing down
the broad stream of the Divide,
through wnat had been desert counr .