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by David Garth
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Chapter 43
STORM
A WEEK later the Btorm broke.
It had been rising ilowly for
Jays, heralded by many ipasmodtc
rat-a-tat-tats of qulok-rlslnj angry
Sownpours. Allaire knew something
iraa wrong. Corrlgan and Wlllett
went about stern and silent, and
even the chattering Chalkls felt that
horrible presage of the season gath
ering Itself tor one final blast.
The river rose and rose, angry
and black, spreading a thick slimy
silt over the ground for yards
around near the banks, and then one
nlgbt the storm burst, caught up
with Ita messengers, and spread all
over them.
All that night the storm rode
viciously over man's handiwork,
and all the next day. The air was
very warm and close, but there were
beads of perspiration on Allaire's
brow that were cold and not caused
by the weather. Had she picked up
the fever, she wondered?
What a time to worry Wlllett
when he was faced with a crisis. But
she had to admit to herself that she
didn't feel well, and when Wlllett
suddenly caught up his reefer and
went outside, she decided to go to
bed.
' "Darling," she laid, speaking with
difficulty, "I've jumped the gun."
Wlllett whirled and rushed back
outside. "Corrlgan!" he roared.
"Somebody's got to get a doctorl Al
laire'sshe's "
Corrlgan stared. His Hps moved
tonelessly, then be grabbed Willett's
wrist.
"Nobody can get up or down that
river tonight! It's standing on Ita
damned hea."
"THe hell nobody can't! I'll go
down myself."
The storm laughed at him, blew
his words back In bis teeth. And It
waa more than a phrase to let off
steam. It was a frantic plea. Rosa
was back.
"You come," she said to Wlllett
''pERRY went back quickly. Al--1
lalre's face waa concerned.
"Better now," she said, breathing
a little rapidly. "Darling, don't
worry. Rosa's with me."
Wlllett sank on his knees beside
her.
"I'll never forgive myself," ha
said bitterly. "I've taken 'swell care
of you."
"It wasn't your fault" Her hand
reached out and rested on his shoul
der. He felt It tighten suddenly and
looked wildly around for Rosa, but
the next mluute It relaxed.
"If she holds, It's a mlraclel"
arm
he
Wlllett -aught Corrlgan'i
and pointed to the dam.
"She going to hold, Bucky,
' howled.
Corrlgan squinted his eyes atid
atared through the thickly-obscured
drenched air.
"I'm going to take a 'look!" be
houted.
The upper Palva waa mad. Corrl
gan saw something that caused cold
chills to chase up and down his
spine. Plainly evident was a slow
spreading crack.
He went back to Wlllett .
"All right so far!" he yelled, "but
It this doesn't let up soon. It won't
be. Sorry, fella. Any orders!"
lyiLLBTT shook his bead. It was
' ' getting dark and the spearhead
of rainy season was driving them
back. Weather itT They had to
weather Itl He went into the office.
The lamp was lit It glowed a dull
yellow against the supernatural
darknesa of the atorm.
DestrucMonl Chaos! A bust as an
engineer. Sacrifice, sweat, money,
courage, bra Ins wasted, lost,
washed away.
"Damn you!" he suddenly shouted.
He got up and threw open the door
and took the driving rain In hla
teeth. "Damn you, If you were
human, it you were something I
could get my handa on!"
"Easy!" Corrlgan was at his side.
"Easy, fella! Wo ve got a chance
yet"
Willett's Jaw was like a rock. He
gripped Corrlgan's arm In that steel
grasp of his.
"You're right we have a chance.
We're golug to sandbag that dam.
We're going to rout out all those
shaking Chalkls snd their women
too and buttress that dam."
"Seflor Wlllett I"
It was Rosa's voice, a plorclng cry
through the dripping blackness.
She pulled at bis sleeve.
"You muat come"
"Come, nowT Why?" Allaire!
Wlllett raced to the hut, flung open
the door, and stopped aghast on the
threshold. Tie face of that girl on
the pillow was white and tho shad
dws caused by the lamp played over
features thst bore the etching of
pain.
"Allaire!" Ills voice wss stricken.
She reached out a hsnd to him.
Allaire lay back on the pillow,
beada ot perspiration on her tore
head, breathing as though ex
hausted. "Terry," she said auddenly, "II
anything happena, I want you to
promise me something."
He couldn't answer. Hs throat
was choked and hot tears blinded
his eyes.
"You won't go off hnlf-cocked
Terry, like your father. Ob, It's sc
Important! You have so many won
derful things to do. You're going tc
be famous."
The last word waa almost a whls
per. And the rain chanted the re
fraln. "You're going to be famous
You're going to be famous." Fam
ous! His rangy form shook.
Allaire!" he pleaded, "Oh, girl
you're going to be all right you'n
going to come through"
"Terry, you never knew some
thing. I was saving It until somi
time when I thought you'd be read)
to go home"
She paused, smiling as If terrlblj
pleased over something. "I saw
your old home, Terry, and I took a
long term option on It, I couldn't
bear to think of anyone else In It
but you."
Terry Willett's face had been due
to show the hand of his long-dead,
gentle mother many times. Her
heritage waa in his eyes now, those
fine grey-green eyes with a splotch
ot brown about the pupils. He knew
he could never disappoint this girl
In any way. He would be strong-
whatever happened.
"Wlllett! Hey, Terry!" Corrlgan's
voice raised In a shout. Ho stuck his
head In at the door. "Come on the
double-quick, fella, you're needed."
"To hell with the Job!" he said
tensely.
"Terry!" cried Allaire, almost In
agony, "you can't do that! You've
done something mighty fine. Save
It now"
"I won't leave you."
Terry!" She was sitting up, her
eyes on him, pleading. "You do your
Job. I ll do mine."
"Stick with It, honey," be said
gently.
Then he went quickly out Inte
the night.
(CoriirliU, l.tl, y David (IttrlS)
Tarry, tomorrow, gets msdly Into
battle.
THE WINNING PLAYS
IN GRANGE CONTEST 10
BE PRESENTED FEB. 6TH
The three wlnnrng plays In the ru
ral dramatic contest beliw; held In
the county during the past we will
be presented tn the finals St the Medio-:!
arnior tilth school Thursday.
PVb. flth. flmvn rural communities
have been divided In two districts,
and the winning plays from each dis
trict will place In the finals. The third
play of the flnala will be selected at
s dreaa trhearnl of the two plsva
placing aecond tn each dlatrlct. Com
munltlaa have been divided ss fol
low: Dutrlct 1 Central Point, Upper
Hogue River, Trail,
District S Eaie nlnt. Rogv.e Riv
er. Talent. Phoenix.
Considering the outstanctln; success
of the plava almtdy presented, tho
quality ot the final productions will
rats higher than in former years, and
the finals promise to be w i worth at.
tending. Ticket sales will open In
Medtord M-.mrtsy", with Hsrrv Ward
of this city ss chslrmsn. Mr. Ward '
has appointed the focowlng In esctl '
community ss committee chsirmen '
to assist him In ticket aalrs:
Mrs. l Port. Apple..!; Clarence '
Davles. Stele Point. Mrs o C. Mauat,
Centra Point; Paul Roherteon, ll.-per
Rorfue; Elva Cater. Phoenli; Irwin
Howe. Trail; Mrs. Nellie Dunn. Ben
view: Majjorls Pans. Ould Hill; Ruth
Hood. Uriffln CTert: Mrs o. L Wll
son, Pains Valley; Mrs. Gearys Hart
ley, Tlalent; Henry Ooivrer, Ja.-iann-vllle;
C. W. Smith. Rogue River. Ho,.
coe Roberts snd Elsie HKiver. Roy
Anne: Lovise Brooxway, Arnold Bohn-
ert, Eva aegessman. Trail.
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PLAY IS MONDAY
"The Clod" Is the title of a stirring
one-net play to be presented by Phoe
nix Orange at the Orange hall Mon
day evening. February 8. the last
night when plays will be given In the
county dramatics contest. "The Clod"
portrays an appealing story of Civil
war days; written by Louis Beach and
presented by special arrangement with
Samuel French, author. The scene
la the kitchen of a farm home on the
border line between the Northern
and Southern states. The following
cast has been directed by Mrs. Ethel
Hockersmlth:
Thaddeus Track ...... Jerry Bishop
Mary Trafllt ........ Kathryn Denser
A Northern Private m
...... Keith Hoclcersmltn
A Southern Sergeant Al Floyd
A Southern Private Ed StUwell
Production staff:
Electrician .. Ray Ward
Costumes Olive Pluyd
Stage properties . George Drake
Prompter - Florence Drake
Much effort has been extended on J
the part of the producers In prepar- j
Ing costumes and obtaining antiques
for the atage setting. Guns used In I
the scene were' secured at the Hart- '
man home at Jacksonville. Judges for
this play are Miss Alice Spurgeon of
Medford high school and Wm. Joe
Nee of Jacksonville high school.
Following the play a dance will be
given by the ways and means com
mittee end the Elk home economics
committee will serve refreshments.
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Harvard, having changed hi original
plan of law study, then went to
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lege, a position he held two years
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life. In 1847 he became professor of
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writing of light poetry arid essays.
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