t he called "the real beginning."
It was, therefore, with considerable satisfaction when at last the
great start was made. As the weeks passed word reached him of what was
going on. He had not yet visited the falls as he did not feel equal to
the walk. But he listened eagerly to all that was told him. The
reports were truly marvellous of the large number of men engaged upon
the "Plant," of the activity at Creekdale and all up the brook. In a
few weeks the whole place had been converted into a hive of bustling
industry. It seemed as if a magic wand had been suddenly waved over
the place to produce such an astonishing change.

In addition to this there were men working between the city and
Creekdale as well as along the road leading up-river, putting large
poles in place for the electric wires. These poles had been run down
the brook and then floated to various places along the river. In this
way the work was facilitated. Everything had been well planned, and it
seemed as if nothing had been overlooked. Though David could not visit
the falls, yet he and Betty often sat by the road and watched the
workmen as they dug the deep holes, erected the poles and strung the
wires.

One beautiful morning as they came to the road, they saw a man not far
off busily sketching a clump of white birch trees a short distance
away. So intent was he upon his work that he did not appear to notice
the two who were watching him with undisguised curiosity.

"Who is he?" David whispered, fearful lest he should disturb the man.

"He must be that artist who came yesterday," Betty replied. "He has a
little tent over there," and she pointed to the right. "I saw him
fixing it up yesterday and it looks so cosy. He spoke to me as I came
by and seemed to be very friendly."

"And you say that he is an artist?" David enquired.

"Yes. Don't you see him painting now? He told me that he wants to get
some pictures of this beautiful place."

"He must see the falls, girl," and David rose from his sitting
position. "There is nothing here to equal it, and how nice it would be
to have a picture before too great a change takes place up there."

"Suppose we tell him about it," Betty suggested, now much interested in
the idea. "Come, I will introduce you."

As the two approached, the artist rose to his feet and lifted his hat.

"Why, it's my little visitor of yesterday," he pleasantly remarked. "I
didn't expect to meet you so soon again.