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on a comfortable porch seat, "which
she shared with him. She -was
bright and interesting, recognized
him as a gentleman and quite en
chanted him with her pretty ways.
"I was tidying np the cottage here,
which my married brother and his
family have occupied until today,"
she; explained. "Papa has just driven
them to the depot It will be lonely
for us, but brother's business called
him to a new location."
It began to rain shortly, and they
had to go into the house for shelter
just as Mr. Biddle arrived and joined
them. Bruce handed his business
card to the bluff old quarryman.
"Dynamite, eh?" observed Mr. Bid
die, reading the card. "Sorry I can't
give you an order. I might have
taken some for later use, but this big
flood has done worse than the fire.
I just got a wire in town telling me
that the dyke up at the quarries has
overflowed. If the dam goes, it's ruin
for the whole plant up there."
It continued to rain. Bruce lingered
another hour. Then he announced his
intention of returning to town. Mr.
Biddle went out and studied the
"See here," he said, "I might drive
you to town, but we would get
drenched. Just make up your mind to
stay with us overnight"
Bruce glanced at the trim figure
and charming face of his hostess and
made no demur. He held an umbrel
la over Verona while they ran for the
larger house. Then the deft little
housekeeper busied herself preparing
They had just concluded the even
ing meal when there came a harsh
rapid jangle at the telephone. Mr.
Biddle answered the calL He instant
ly dropped the receiver and ran for
"It's come!" he announced in a
tone of deep concern "the dam has
broken and the flood is on. Can you
help me a bit Mr. Bruce? "
"Why, surely," acceded Bruce
The young salesman knew Httte
about floods as he assisted his hostr
in getting some cattle from the Idw-
land meadows into the stables. He,
knew a great deal more at the end olfr
his labors, as Mr. Biddle told him of
former inundations the, section had
As they passed the little brook he
had crossed on his way to the housej
Bruce was' fairly startled and hitf1
companion expressed renewed alarm.
The formerly placid water was grow-'
ing into torrent force.
"We must be ready for a dash to
the highlands if this grows worse,",
advised his host. "I've been through
this before." ' ,
"It is a question of the stream ris
sing enough to reach the house?" in,
quired Bruce, with a speculative loo&
in his eyes.
"Just that," was the positive re
sponse. The young salesman returned to
the house and took up his satchel. He
had studied the contour of the sur
roundings and he knew his business.
Mr. Biddle and his daughter were
standing on the porch wondering
what had become of their guest Ten
-minutes went by, then half an hour.
The quarryman ever and anon took
a lantern and went to the edge
of the stream. The last time he did
this he came -hurrying back with an
"Get the house locked up," he said
urgently. "At the rate the water is
rising, the next hour will see us sur
rounded, if not floating away."
"Oh, as bad as that papa?" exfj
"Yes. I will hitch up at once and
we will go over to your aunt's at;
High Ridge." ..
Crash a terrific explosion rattled,
the windows of the house. As father
and daughter stood petrified withj
amazement, Bruce came into vieWj
bearing the empty satchel in one,
hand, a battery apparatus in thQ.
"Look at your creek now," ho