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She fairly driv me away jest now by her talk an' actions. There ain't a better gal in the klntry than Hltty Wells. What If she ain't a beauty! Looks ain't everything;, an' that's all there is to Julyie Frayle." Keuben sat stupefied, unable to say a word in reply. Be was a reserved, quiet, young fellow, and this unexpected in trusion into the sanctities of his affect ions completely unnerved him. His con fusion emboldened Miss Folly to disclose ber reasons for taking such an unfavor able view of Julia Frayle's character. She had a natural aptitude for descrip. tion, and a really remarkable memory for slights and innuendoes, real and imagined, and as she talked this memory asserted itself, giving a disastrous color ing to certain events that, viewed from Miss Polly's prejudiced standpoint, fur nished testimony of a pitiless kind against the spirited but good-hearted girl. Keuben Carter's face grew serious as he listened, .for listen he did, though filled with resentment against his caustic little informant, and despising himself for so doing. Still he had no doubt that what she said was true, and when he put her down at her door he felt that it was as well that he had learned these facts in time to subdue the strong affection that, all unsuspected until recently, had been growing in his heart for Julia Frayle. He lived with an iov&lid mother, a fret ful little woman whom he adored, and it made his heart leap when he reflected how easily illusion might have led him into committing a mistake that would have made her life of suffering a still harder one. That evening Miss Polly, watching at her little front window that spied upon the village etieet, saw Reuben Carter leave the bunch of columbine at Hetty Wells's door. More than a week later a protracted and unseasonable rain, that almost achieved the proportions of a deluge, swelled the river that flowed through the town to a size that caused great anxiety to those who lived near its banks. It seemed as if their homes must become the prey of the advancing waters if the countless little streams and brooks that found an outlet therein continued to contribute with such dangerous un reserve. The big bridge that crossed the stream was still stanch and unyielding, but another, lower down, of far less solid and pretentious construction, was not to be depended upon should the river con tinue to rise. Polly Anderson's little cottage was in the endangered section, on the river side of a pretty, elm-shaded street. But few houses lay in that vicinity, and behind them stretched usually a broad flat ex panse of meadow land, but this meadow bad been suddenly transformed into a turbid lake in which trees were dwarfed and bushes barely showed their remon strant beads. It was not for lack of invitations that Polly Anderson had remained at borne during the rise of the waters, for there were none of her acquaintances who would not willingly have received her at a period so possessed among her engaging habits that of preferring to favor them with her company at inconvenient sea sons, and withhold her presence if by any combination of circumstances it would have been really desirable. So, though by remaining in her threatened cottage she caused genuine anxiety to her friends, remain there she did, regard less of remonstrance. Mrs Frayle had been ose of the earliest and most urgent of those who bad press ed their hospitality upon her. "Now, Miss Polly," she had urged, with tears in her soft, kind eyes, "do come home with me, I shan't get a wink o' sleep thinkin' of you down here alone. The Wellses are gone bag and baggage, an' I met old Elder Penny jest now, an' he said be was comin' down this arternoon to take Mary Ellen's fambiy borne with him. I don't believe the Ayrses'll dream of sleepln' in their house over night either." "Catch 'em," interposed Miss Polly, scornfully. "They're allers glad enough to git an excuse for movln'. I neyer seed slch an onesy pack." Mrs Frayle dropped her arms despair ingly at her sides. "Yor're flyin' in the face of Providence, Polly Anderson," said she, more severely than she could usually bring herself to speak. "You know as well as I do that the bridge's is danger. If it should give way there's nuthin' to prevent it's comin' right down on you, an' I belieye your chance wouldn't be wuth reckonin' on." "The water ain't rlz an Inch since din ner," affirmed Miss Polly obstinately "By to-morrow mornin' it'll be sank way back of them trees. I've seen freshets afore." "Well I'm sure I hope you'll live to see 'em agin," said Mrs Frayle hastily, and with a tartness for which she was in stantly penitent. "Do come. Miss Polly, I'm real tcarey about that bridge." "Don't say another word, Mis' Frayle," ndvised Miss Polly, with a warning in flection. "The wuftt of It's over, I promise you, an' I never could abide folks that scared at nothln'." Mrs Frayle went away without further expostulation. But often through the evening she glanced down uneasily from ber window toward the low-dipping village street. The moonlight struck upon the broadened river, upon the in fl jw over the low marsh lands, and the row of little houses so dangerously near at band. "I wish I'd dragged her away by main force," she said to Julia, who Wat mending stockings by the light of a kerosene lamp at the center table "There, Aunt 'Liza, you've worried enough over Polly Anderson," answered the girl impatiently. "It a person won' git out of danger I don't Bee whose fault It is if they git hurt except their own I'm sure I don't feel as if I bad any cause to moan over ber, and I shouldn't think you had either." ' Mrs Frayle turned In a startled way It was the first time Julia had alluded to Miss Polly's Interference in her love af fair since the day of her memorable visit, The fact that neither she nor Reuben Carter who previously had been an almost daily visitor -had been to the house since, pointed unmistakably to the conclusion that the former felt some degree ot culpability in tbe matter, for It was characteristic of her msthods that when an arrow had gone its destined way she abandoned tbe field until all im mediate danger of a return shot was over. Julia bent over the stocking weaving, tbe threads in and out with a diligence chat had something forced and forlorn about it. She was looking pale, and her lips had a sad unnatural droop Mrs Frayle's desire to justify herself overcame ber fear of angering her niece I ain't sayin' she treated you right." she said, extenuatingly. "To tell the truth, Julyie, it's because I come so near something to hatin' of her that I don't feel right not to do what I can for her at a time like this." Julia gave a mocking laugh, and then suddenly rose sobbing, and with her face bidden in ber hands 'ran upstairs like a whirlwind. When Mrs. Frayle dared follow her and call softly ac the door, she received no answer, but could bear hr sobbing still. C Tplexity of feeling drove sleep from Mrs F.ayle. Resentment and anxiety colo"d her thoughts of Polly Anderson, while love and pity, and tbe tenderest long'rg to be comfort to her sffl cted niece, made her very miserable when she thought of Julia's unfortunate predica ment. More than once she got out of bed and tiptoed to tbe door of the girl's room, but it was not until late that she was relieved by quietness within. Then she had gone back to her pillow and fallen asleep, only to be awakened soon after by the clanging of the village bell. Julia was at her beside before she bad fairly realized what bad awakened her. "Aunt 'Liza 1 Aunt 'Liza!" called she, in the sharp tone of one aroused to a t tate of things not fully comprehended. 'Wake up, Aunt 'Liza 1" She shook her aunt by the arm, and Mrs Frayle sat up in bed automatically. The sharp scratching of tbe match with which Julia was trying to light the lamp set her shivering with nervous dread. "It's the bridge, Julyie. It's that bridge. I knew ' twould go. O, why didn't I make Polly Anderson come away! What shall we do, Julyie?" Julia ran to the window and looked out. A cry of fright burst from her lips as she did so, and hearing it Mrs Frayle nerved herself to join her. Tbe moon was high, and ids white light fell on the world outside, "bringing out the salient points with photographic defi- niteness. The broadened sheet of water that had so dismayed Mrs Frayle tbe pre vious evening had now so widened that it seemed as if nothing but water filled the lower part of the town. Tbe sound of its impetuous onward rnsb made itself evident to tbe watchers at tbe window, while the Ibell clamored spasmodically as if to call the inhabitants to witness tbe Inevitable destruction of whatever lay in its path. Mrs Frayle's inherent helpfulness as serted itself. I guess we'd better be a dressin' of ourselves," she said, moving backward and pulling down the window shade with a resolute snap. When she and Julia went down the hill a little later they were passed continual ly by people harrying to the lower town. The hillside above the water line was black with watching crowds. It was indeed a thrilling scene upon which they were gazing. On this inland sea, as out of place as if the product of mirage, the three little houses rested, complete and pitiful wrecks of the tidy little places so recently the pride of their occupants. The two lower ones, though twisted out ot position and shorn of chim neys and all outward decorations, were not in as deplarable a plight as Miss Pol ly's, which bad been completely over turned and crushed into splinters at one end. A portion of tbe framework of tbe bridge had become inextricably entang led with this ruin, and the two swung back and forth In tbe current like some threatening and formidable monster of prehistoric times. There ain't nobody left there, that's one comfort," said a man of evident local prominence. "They all bad fair warn ing yisterday, an' the whole kit an' bllln' of 'em got away. Lucky moye, too, I'm thinkin'.' "Where'd Polly Anderson go, squire?" asked anxious-faced Mrs Frayle, who had arrived iust in time to hear this reassur ing remark. The man turned upon her with a fall ing countenance. "Moses an' Aaron!" ejaculated he, 'Ain't she with yoa, Mis' Frayle? She sent word she was goln' to your house, an' I s'posed of coarse she went." "She never," gasped Mrs Frayle. "I couldn't git her started no ways when I was down there." In stentorian tones the squire put the question whether anyone within hearing knew of Polly Anderson's whereabouts. No one did. The crowd . had assembled to watch the destruction of the houses, bat the possibility that a human life had been or was to be sacrificed aroused it to a high pitch of excitement. The squire was persecuted with suggestions and ad vice." "If sr e was there don't yoa spose she'd have common sense enough to signal somehow?" be inquired Irritably. "Perhaps she's stunned. Tbe bridge must hav rlve the house an awful Jar to keel it ovtw that way," remarked a work- Ingman, sensibly. Julia Frayle, turning quickly at this re mark to look again at the displaced cot tage, stumbled against Reuben Carter, The seriousness of the situation overcame all embarrassment. She spoke Impul tively. "O, Reuben, do yon think she's In there?" i "I'm afraid so," he replied. "I've ask ed everybody who'd be likely to know, an' nobody's seen her. Nat Means's boat hasn't been put in yet. It's np to the paint shop, an' Nat an' I are going to see it we can git through all that floating New stock. All tested. Henderson's Garden and Flower Seeds are tbe best, HOW ABOUT POULTRY FENCING, WIRE NETTING, ETC? We have a very large stock in all widths and sizes and can furnish you any quantity from stock at very low price. LAWN FERTILIZERS, LAWN MOWERS, GARDEN HOSE. P. J. BOLAN, rubbish, an' find out whether she's there or not." Julia gave a little involuntary cry. Ain't it dangerous ?".she asked, looking up at Reuben with frightened eyes. "Not very, I guess. The logs Is the wust," he answered shortly, becoming suddenly very ill at ease. Julia's con cern Instead of pleasiug him seemed to have a contrary eflact. He turned as if about to go, stung evidently by some rankling .recollection, then lingered a moment longer. "Polly Anderson's play ed me a mighty mean trick lately," be added, with an angry light in his deep set eyes, "bu' I can't see her drowned out there if she has. 1 wish I could tell you about it, Julia, but I don't see bow I can, ever." ills lace clouaed more deeply, and be stopped abruptly. "I must be hurryin' off," he said, almost gruffly, and walked away. Julia flushed hotly, and retreated to tbe group In which Mrs Frayle was standing. Men were bringing planks and boards with which to form a raft, for the pres ervation of Nat Mean's boat was un known to any but tbe two young men and Julia Frayle. The sound of their hammers reverberated uncannily at that place and hour. So universal was tbe interest in its construction that Reuben Carter and his companion bad approached quite near before they were observed, The sensation created by tbe appearance of their boat spread like tbe overflow, and cheers greeted them as they passed by, carefully avoiding the logs that were continually drifting down upon them. Followed by the straining gaze of tbe people on the hillside, tbe boat moved cautiously toward the overturned cot tage, and at last was seen to encircle the house, the men rising and peering into every available opening. Then it stopped and Reuben Carter climbed through a window and disappeared. Julia Frayle turned away impatiently from the chorus of wild exclamations that at once arose. The sound irritated ber. She wondered what Reuben bad seen within, bow long it would be before be would reappear, and a picture of Polly Anderson, maimed, suffering, pin ioned under heavy furniture or falling beams, unnerved her. Her fingers grip ped each other with a force that left white lines along the knuckles, and she screamed aloud as a hand was laid on ber arm. "Julvie Fravle. I've been looking evervwheres for voa. Do vnn 'nnn he's found her?" panted her aunt, scarcely able to speak aloud. "I dunno. He's gittin' out now. Look 1 Look ! Aunt 'Liza !" cried Julia. "I'm afraid to look," confessed Mrs Frayle, miserably. "If I should see him bringin' of her out I should feel as though I'd killed her myself." "Well, you needn't feel that way yet, Mis' Frayle," remarked a bystander', dryly. "He ain't got her, an' they're comin' this way agin. She can't be there arter all." "Well, I declare to man !" ejaculated Mrs Frayle, feebly. She tightened her hold on Julia's arm. ''Don't you go an' leave me alone agin," commanded she. "I can't stand much more." Reuben Carter was dripping when he stepped up onto the bank. I poked an' waded into every hole an' corner, an' I can't find a sign of her any wheres," he announced to tbe gaping crowd. "Perhaps she tried to git awav too late, an' got kerried off by the cur rent," suggested a pallid woman. "Some how I've felt all along as if she's jam med In among them logs sornewheres." This grim theory found numerous ad herents, and armed with poles and axes, and with a third man to assist, Reuben Carter and Nat Means again set forth in quest of Polly Anderson, while the raft was hurriedly finished and poled down in the same direction. Morning had now dawned, but tbe wearied people could not be induced to leave tbe scene of the disaster. It seemed so probable that Polly Anderson's body might at any moment moment be discov ered in the floating mass of debris that covered the meadow lands, and stopped in its progress by the broken remnants of the bridge, blocked the egress of the waters below, that they remained as if rooted in their places, pale with antici pation of what might be disclosed, and almost worldless In the stress ,of expect ancy. Now and then a movement of un usual activity on the part of the search ing party would be recognized by a surg ing chorus of exclamations, or a shud dering sigh that seemed to emanate from a single huge throat. , Then all would be breathlessly quiet again, until a fresh cause for the exhibition of emotion arose. The long-continued tension was at its height when the crowd began to be aug mented by the arrival of dwellers In tbe more remote sections of the village, who had been forced to wait .until morning to investigate the inroads made by the storm. One of the wagons loaded down with these late arrivals, coming around the hillside at all possible speed, bore on its front seat a shrill-voiced old woman, whose tones fell upon the ears of all within hearing with the potency of an electric crash. Mrs Frayle started for ward as if galvanized. "Merciful goodness ! Polly Ander son 1" cried she, graspingly, running to the side of the wagon and clutching this woman by the arm. "Tbe hull town's huntin' for you out there. Where yon bees?" Her face was quivering, and tbe lle Step in and examine our big line of '97 WHEELS. 90 AND 94 BANK STREET WATEEBUBY, mmrnMsm The Man who is Raising Ucal farming comprehends not only t!: to'the'scrc of hsyt the best fjrau.-i-;-something more than this j for there i crcp is saved, successfully, speed:!- c.a i measured the season's profit . 'oss. 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THE BRIDGEPORT WOOD FINISHING CO. New Milford, Ct. , tears began to jun down her withered j cheeks. Polly Anderson's sharp features sharpened under the scrutiny bent upon her, but she was fully equal to the exigencies developed by the occasion. "Been?" she repeated, calmly. "Why, I been up to Elder Penny's. I thought I might as well go along when he came for Mary Ellen's fambiy yisterday, I s'pose I'll get the hull of my insurance, Squire, won't I?" "Damn your insurance!" said the squire, forcibly, in a swift revulsion of feeling. "What'd you send ns word you was goin'toMis' Frayle's for? We've been workin' all night to get track of you. Seem's if.it would have been decent for you to have let as known." He turned away to recall the exhaust ed workers with muttered exclamations that it was well for Miss Polly she did not catch. The crowd gathered about her, some disposed to be indignant at their waste of time and emotion, others inclined to regard the whole thing as a huge joke, and all agreeing that it was iust what might have been expected of Polly Anderson. "Contrary critter!" remarked the woman who had been responsible for tbe investigation of the log jam. "If it .had been anybody else suthin' would a' happened to her, but we might a' known better'n to count on Polly Anderson's doin' ' anything like other folks. But there ! What be I sayin', I'm thankful she's safe, anyways." Engrossed In listening with poorly concealed gratification to the tale of ber attempted rescue for Miss Polly was taking keen delight in this enhancement of ber local importance she was still the center of an animated group when the searching party returned. Even under these unusual circumstances it did not escape her trained observation that from Reuben Carter's hand hang a drenched and withered bunch of colum bine, unrecognizable save by the en lightenment of prior acquaintance. The supremely selfish heart of the designing old woman had been touched by the re cital of Carter's tireless efforts in her behalf, and as she came near she stepped forward and beckoned him to one side, while the crowd, just beyond hearing, breathlessly watched what they sup posed to be a gracious acknowledgement of her indebtedness to him. "The Wellses ain't been to home for CONN. i v .i k j. r y a Bin Grcp t L.; harvest time is ahead. f c Illicit r.-cin - the most tons th-t X--V- '"--i contemplate : r, anc! ;jst in proportion as a i.i; .:it t::a' proportion may be Sample cards free to any 240 Pearl St, New York. more'n a fortnit," she whispered. "I guess that bouquet ain't been in any bands but yourn since you left it on tbe doorstep. I seen it there every day, anyways." She looked at him defiantly as she finished, already half regretting the con fession, and prepared to defend her self from any accusation he might bring against her, but what she saw on the young fellow's haggard face was the radiant look of one who, having re ceived joyful tidings, forgets all eUe, and taking advantage of his preoccupa tion she slipped away before he could question her. Alone and unobserved a little later Reuben Carter untwisted the stems of the bedraggled bouquet, and extracted from within their depths a water-stained bit of paper, upon which could still be deciphered the words : "Dear Hltty. Will you marry me? Reuben Carter." Carter read the blotted potential little sentence with flaming cheeks, and a heart palpitating with the emotion in duced by escape from danger of an im minent nature. 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