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GALVESTON TRIBUNE, SATURDAY, JULY 15, 1916.
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abiding people in all American cities
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might as well realize,” remarks Sena-
tor Swanson of Virginia, “that all our
rights, the enjoyment of our foreign
commerce, the continuation of the Mon-
roe doctrine, and the ownership of the
Panama canal are dependent upon our
own strong army, manifested and exer-
cised through our navy.”
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us. You must take your share, Victor.
It will break father’s heart if you don’t.
He says you got it back for him after
it was hopelessly lost, and that is
true.”
He had closed bis eyes again, and,
what he said seemed totally irrelevant
“ ‘And after the man had climbed th©
fourth mountain through all its seven,
stages, he saw a bright light, and it
blinded him so that he stumbled and
® CHAPTER XXIV
\ The Terror
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In all critical
comparatively
about Verdun
sian frontier.
strongly organized
Premier Asquith and Lloyd-George,
British minister of war, have good
cause to be jubilant. For the first time
since the beginning of the war the
allies are taking the initiative on all
battle fronts, with the exception of the
When Brouillard reached the side-
walk the upper avenue was practically
deserted. But in the eastern residence
district, and well around to the north,
new storm-centers were marked by the
increasing number of fires. Brouillard
stopped and faced toward the distant
and invisible Timanyonis. A chill au-
tumn breeze was sweeping down from
the heights and the blockading wall of
the great dam turned it into eddies
and dust-pillared whirls dancing in the
empty street.
Young Griffith sauntered up with his
Winchester in the hollow of his arm.
“Anything new?” he asked.
“No,” said Brouillard. “I was just
thinking that a little wind would go a
long way tonight, with these crazy
house-burners loose on the town.” Then
he turned and walked rapidly to the
the United
and unnerved by the sights and sounds^ had made Leshington, in charge of the
of the night of terror. The sandy-gray yards, understand what was wanted.
Silent prohibition promptly. "
“The way to keep me from talking is
to do it all yourself; what happened
to me last night?”
She shook her head sorrowfully.
"The ‘last night’ you mean was three X
weeks ago. Stevie was trying to shoot
Mr. Cortwright in your office and you
got between them. Do you remember
that?”
"Perfectly,” he said. “But it still
eyes advertised it as well as the fat
hands, which would not keep still.
“I didn’t think I’d have to ask a
favor of you again, Brouillard, but
needs must when the devil drives,” he
began, with an attempted assumption
of his former manner. “We didn’t know
—the newspapers didn’t tell us any-
thing about this frightful state of af-
fairs, and—”
Brouillard had suddenly lost his de-
sire to hurry.
“Sit down, Mr. Cortwright,” he said.
"I was just coming over to see you-
to congratulate you and Mr.Schermef-
horn on your return to Mirapolis. We
have certainly missed the mayor, not
to mention the president of the com-
mon council.”
"Of course—yes," was the hurried
rejoinder. "But that’s all over. You
said you’d get us, and you did. I don’t
bear malice. If you had given me one
more day I’d have got you; the stuff
that would have broken your neck with
the Washington people was all writ-
ten and ready to put on the wires. But
that’s past and gone, and the next
thing is something else. There is a
lot of money and securities locked up
in the Niquoia bank vault.,We‛ve come
to clean up, and we brought a few
peace officers along from Red Butte
for a guard. The miserable scoundrels
are scared stiff; they won’t stir out of
the hotel. Bongras tells me you’ve got
your force organized and armed—can’t
you lend us fifty or a hundred huskies
to keep the mob off while we open that
bank vault?”
‛ Brouillard’s black eyes snapped, and
the blood danced in his veins. The op-
portunity for which he would have bar-
tered Ormuz’ treasure had come to
him—was begging him to use it.
"I certainly can,” he admitted, an-
swering the eager question and empha-
sizing the potentiality.
“But will you? that’s the point. We’ll
make it worth your while. For God’s
sake, don’t say no, Brouillard! There’s
pretty well up to a million in that
vault, counting odds and ends and
left-overs. Schermerhorn oughtn’t to
have left it. I thought he had sense
enough to stay and see it taken care
of. But now—”
“But now the mob is very likely to
wreck the building and dynamite the
vault, you were going to say. I think
it is more than likely, Mr. Cortwright,
and I wonder that it hasn’t been done
before this. It would have been done
if the rioters had had any idea that
you’d left anything worth taking. And
it would probably wreck you and Mr.
Schermerhorn if it should get hold of
you; you’ve both been burned in effigy
half a dozen times since you ran
away.”
“Oh, good Lord!” shuddered the
BEYOND EVERYBODY. *
Corpus Christi Caller. •
The more we see of the Mexican sit-
uation the less We know about it. So
many influences are bearing upon it,
including that of finance, with Villa
thrown in, that no man can guess the
end. Meanwhile, we have a president,
and he is doing his full duty toward
civilization , and the nation. Possibly
is will be the truer course of wisdom
to be an American, to follow his lead.
West Texas is taking an unprece-
dented interest in tree planting. There
is ample room for this activity to have
its full scope in that country. Vast
treeless plains equal in size to several
of the smaller American states exist
in West Texas. Properly forested, these
areas would become of immense value.
Experiments have shown that prairies
may be converted into forests through
human ingenuity and energy.
‛ By nightfall of this first day the ed- , thing is getting on my nerve, oia man.
tor’s ominous prophecy seemed about I wish we eu1d cleen the elate and a11
Will the European war be over be-
fore winter? The neutral world is de-
voutly hoping for such a consumma-
tion, and there are certain indications
tending to show that the subject of
peace is being given serious consider-
ation in the European chancellories.
The chief ray of hope lies in the direc-
tion of Austria. An intimation comes
from London that the allies would be
ready to make a separate peace with
Austria in the event feelers are thrown
out. This would leave Germany bear-
ing alone the combined pressure' ot
France, England and Russia, and under
such circumstances Berlin, no doubt,
would be more than ready to discuss
peace. However, speculation of this
nature depends upon the continuation
of the Russian offensive in the East
and the Anglo-French offensive in the
West, both of which are still making
satisfactory and substantial progress.
bluffing came down and stayed aoWI.
“He’s—he’s over at the hotel,” he
stammered.
“Under guard?”
“Well—y-yes."
Brouillard pointed to the telephone
on the wall.
"Go and call up your crowd and get
it here. Tell Judge Williams to bring
the stock he is holding, and Scher-
merhorn to bring the Massingale
notes, and your man Jackson to bring
the stock-book. We’ll have a direc-
tors’ meeting that was called, and
wasn’t held, three weeks ago."
It was a crude little expedient, but
it sufficed. Cortwright tramped to the
’phone and cursed and swore at it un-
til he had his man at the other end of
the wire. The man was the lawyer,
as it appeared, and Cortwright abused
him spitefully.
“You’ve balled it—balled it beauti-
fully!” he shouted. “Come over here
to Brouillard’s office and bring Sher-
merhorn and the stock and the notes
and Jackson and he secretary’s books
and Massingale anyour infernal self!
Get a move, and get it quick! We
stand to lose the whole loaf because
you hd to butt in and sweep up the
crumbs first!”
When the procession arrived, as it
did in an incredibly short time, Brouil-
lard laid down the law.
“We don’t need these,” he said curt-
ly, indicating the two deputies who
came to bring David Massingale. And
when they were gone: “Now, gentle-
men, get to work and. do business, and
the less time you waste the better
chance there will be for your bank
salvage. Three requirements I make:
you will turn over the stock, putting
Mr. Massingale in possession of his
mine, without incumbrance; you will
cancel and surrender his notes to the
bank; and you will give him a docu-
ment, signed by all of you, acknowl-
edging the payment in full of all
claims, past or pending. While you
are straightening things out, I’ll ring
up the yards and rally your guard.”
Cortwright turned on the lawyer.
“You hear what Brouillard says; fix
it, and do it suddenly.”
It was done almost before Brouillard
"It begins to look a little better,”
said Anson on the day in the third
week when the army of government
laborers began to strip the final forms
from the top of the great wall which
now united the two mountain shoul-
ders and completely overshadowed
and dominated the dismantled town.
“If the avenue would only take its
hunch and go, the agony would be
over.”
But Brouillard was dubious. The
avenue, more particularly the lower
avenue, constituted the dregs. Bongras,
whom Brouillard had promised to in-
demnify, stayed; some of the shop-
keepers stayed for the chance of
squeezing the final trading dollar out
of the government employees; the sa-
loonkeepers stayed to a man, and the
dives were still running full blast—
chiefly now on the wages of the gov-
ernment force.
“It will be worse before it is better,”
was the young chief’s prediction, and
the foreboding verified itself that
night. Looting of a more or less brazen
sort had been going on from the first,
and by nine o’clock of the night of
prediction a loosely organized mob of
drink-maddened terrorists was drifting
from street to street, and there were
violence and incendiarism to follow.
Though the property destruction
mattered little, the anarchy it was
breeding had to be controlled. Brouil-
lard and Leshington got out their re-
serve force and did what they could to
restore some semblance of order. It
was little enough; .and by ten o’clock
the amateur policing of the city had
reduced itself to a double guarding of
the dam and the machinery, and a
cordoning of the Metropole, the re-
clamation service buildings, and the
Spotlight office. For Harlan, the dash
of sporting blood in his veins assert-
ing itself, still stayed on and continued
to issue his paper.
“I said I wanted to be in at the
death, and for a few minutes tonight I
thought I was going to be,” he told
Brouillard, when the engineer had
posted his guards and had climbed the
stair to the editorial office. Then he
asked a question: “When is this little
hell-on-earth going to be finally extin-
guished, Victor?”
Instead of answering, Brouillard put
a question of his own: “Did you know
that Cortwright and Schermerhorn and
Judge Williams came back this eve-
ning, Harlan?”
“I did,” said the newspaper man.
“They are registered at the Metropole
as large as life.”
“What’s up?”
“That is what I’d like to know.
There’s a bunch of strangers at the
Metropole, too, a sheriff’s posse.
Poodles thinks; at least, there is a
deputy from Red Butte with the
crowd.”
Harlan tilted back in his chair and
scanned the ceiling reflectively. "This
seems as' if it were only last night.
Where am I now?—not that it makes
any difference, so long as I’m with
von."
“You are at home—our home; at the
i ‘Little Susan.' Mr. Leshington had
the men carry you up here, and Mr.
Ford ran a special train all the way
from Denver with the doctors.
Stevie’s bullet struck you in the head,
and—and we all thought you were go-
ing to die."
“I’m not,” he asserted, in feebly des-
perate determination. “I’m going to
live and get to work and earn a hun-
dred thousand dollars, so I can say,
‘Come, little girl—• ”
rials. Without a
army and navy,
And from the noise they are making
down that way, I think you are wise in
suggesting haste. But first there is a
question of common justice to be
settled. An hour ago, or such a mat-
ter, you sent a part of your sheriff’s
posse up to seize the ‘Little Susan’ and
to arrest David Massingale—”
“It’s—it’s a lie!” stammered Cort-
wright. “Somebody has been trying to
back cap me to you!”
' Brouillard looked up, frowning.
t “You are a good bit older man than
I am, Mr. Cortwright, and I sha’n’t
punch your head. But you’ll know why
I ought to when I tell you that my in-
formant is Miss Amy Massingale.
What have you done with old David?”
f Therman who had lost his knack of
turn us down on this, Brouillard?”
! “No. It is no part of our duty to
REAL DEVOTION.
Denison Herald.
Since the troops were called out to
scan the border line and shoo away the
bothersome bandit man, there have
been a remarkable number of instances
where real devotion has been shown
for Old Glory. Denison has had her
share of them. First, a man over-
weighs and raises a rumpus with the
authorities until they let him enlist in
self-defense; another underweighs and
fusses until he is accepted; lastly, a
man willingly lets the surgeons re-
move an offending part of his anato-
my, just in order to tote a musket for
Uncle Sam. The North Texas men
know their duty, and, what’s more, they
do it.
to reach its fulfillment. The avenue
was crowded again and the din and
clamor was the roar of a mob infuri-
ated. Brouillard and Leshington had
just returned from posting a company
of the workmen guard at the mixers
and crushers, when Grislow, who had
been scouting on the avenue, came in.
“Harmless enough yet,” he reported.
“It’s only some more of the get-away
that Harlan was describing. Just the
same, it’s something awful. People
are fairly climbing over one another
on. the road up the hill to the station—
with no possible hope of getting a
train before some time tomorrow.
Teamsters are charging twenty-five
dollars a load for moving stuff that
won’t find cars for a week, and they’re
scarce at the price.”
Leshington, who was not normally a
profane man, opened his mouth and
said things.
“If the Cortwright crowd had one
man in it with a single idea beyond
saving his own miserable stake!” he
stormed. “What are the spell-binders
doing, Grizzy?”
The hydrographer grinned. “Cort-
wright and a chosen few left this aft-
ernoon, hotfoot, for Washington, to get
the government to interfere. That’s
the story they’d like to have the people
believe. But the fact is, they ran
away from Judge Lynch.”
“Yes; I think I see ’em coming back
—not!” snorted the first assistant.
Then to Brouillard: “That puts it up
to us from this out. Is there anything
we can do?”
Brouillard snook his head. "I don’t
want to stop the retreat. I’ve heard
from President Ford. The entire -west-
tern division will hustle the business
of emptying the town, and the quicker
it is done the sooner it will be over.”
For a tumultuous week the flight
from the doomed city went on, and the
overtaxed single-track railroad wrought
miracles of transportation. Not until
the second week did the idea of mate-
rial salvage take root, but, once start-
ed, it grew like Jonah’s gourd. Hun-
dreds of wrecking crews were formed.
Plants were emptied, and the ma-
chinery was shipped as it stood. Houses
and business blocks were gutted of
everything that could be carried off
and crowded into freight cars. And,
most wonderful of all, cars were found
and furnished almost as fast as they
Again the restraining hand was laid *
upon his lips, and again he went
through the motions of kissing it.
“You mustn’t talk!” she insisted.
“You said you’d let me.” And when
he made the sign of acquiescence, she X
went on: “At first the doctors wouldn’t
give us any hope at all; they said you
might live, but you’d—you’d never-
never remember—never have your rea-
son again. But yesterday—”
“Please!” he pleaded. “That’s more {
than enough about me. I want to know
what happened.”
’ “That night, you mean? All the
things that you had planned for. Fa-
ther got the mine back, and Mr. Lesh- ;
ington and the others got the riot
quelled aftet about half of the city was
burned.” <
“But Cortwright and Schermerhorn—
[I promised them—"
( “Mr. Leshington carried out your I
promise and helped them get the
money out of the bank vault before the
mob sacked the Niquoia building and
dynamited it. But at the hotel they
were arrested on the order of the bank ,
examiner, and everything was taken -
away from them. We haven’t heard
yet what is going to be done with
them."
THAT JUNK ORDINANCE.
Sherman Democrat.
Fort Worth has passed a junk ordi-
nance that has teeth to it. Under the
new law no junk dealer can buy junk
at night and no junk dealer can buy
junk from a minor at any time, in
many cities the junk shop generally
gets most of the stolen brass and cop-
per and other things, and the result is
that some drastic laws are going to
be written on the statute books. Here
is another example of law violations
that cause more drastic laws fo be
passed than otherwise would be consid-
ered necessary.
set the onward movement of the race,
every misfortune that comes should be
bravely met and courageously fought
while material is being gathered for a
defense that will later give the people
immunity from similar visitations.
Whether tor not there may be any
truth in the statement that humanity
writes the history of its progress in the
blood of its martyrs, our past experi-
ence, our intelligence, must tell us,that
life is a continual struggle, that our
defenses are always attacked at their
weakest point and that, indeed, is it
true that the price of liberty is eternal
vigilance: As we master this knowl-
edge do we begin to see some of the
workings of a divinity that shapes our
ends, rough hew them as we may.
insignificant sectors
and on the Turco-Per-
Dallas Man’s Ruse Loses Hint Grape
Vines.
By Associated Press.
Dallas, Tex., July 15.—A Dallas nes-
idert, once proud of his grape vine
yard, doesn’t possess any more the
growing' vines of his favorite fruit
This man’s home was near one of the
city’s parks, and some of the vines
were in close proximity to a play-
ground section.
On several occasions the owner of the
vines reprimanded numerous boys for
helping themselves to his grapes. He
finally resorted to placing a sign—
“These Grapes Are Poison”— on the
vines.
Two days later the vines were cut
down.
Boys, reasoning that “if they arc-
poison, they should be destroyed,” re-
moved the vines. This was reported to
authorities at a recent meeting of the
city park board.
Published Every Week Day Afternoon at
, The Tribune Building, 22d and Post-
p office Sts., Galveston, Texas.
despite the auspicious beginning,
neither Asquith nor Lloyd-George
wants the English people to lose sight
of the fact that it is only a beginning.
Lloyd-George’s remark is of especial
significance. “The new factories and
workshops we have set up have not
yet attained one-third their full ca-
pacity,” he declares, “but their output
is now increasing with great rapidity.
If officials, employers and workmen
keep at it with the same zeal and as-
siduity- as they have hitherto shown,
our supplies, will soon be overwhelm-
ing.”
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go home.”
“It is going to be cleaned. Notices
will ’ be posted tomorrow warning
everybody that the waste-gates will be
closed promptly on the date adver-
tised.”
“When is it? Things have been re-
volving too rapidly to let me remember
such a trivial item as a date."
“It is the day after tomorrow, at
noon.”
The owner of the Spotlight nodded.
“Let her go, Gallagher. I’ve got every-
thing on skids, even the presses. Au
revoir—or perhaps one should say, Au
reservoir.”
Fresh shoutings and a crackling of
pistols arose in the direction of the
plaza, and Brouillard got up and went
to a window. The red glow of other
house burnings loomed against the
somber background of Jack’s moun-
tain.
“Senseless savages!” he muttered,
and then went back to the editor. “I
don’t like this Cortwright reappear-
ance, Harlan. I wish I knew what it
means.”
"Let’s see,” said the newsman
thoughtfuily; “what is there worth
taking that they didn’t take in the
sauve qui peut? By Jove—say! Did
old David Massingale get out of J.
Wesley’s clutches before the lightning
struck?”
“I wish I could sy ‘Yes’, and be sure
of it,” was the sober reply. “You knew
about he thieving stock deal, or what
you didn’t know I told you. Well, I
had Massingale, as president, call a
meeting of directors—which never
met. Afterward, acting under legal
advice, he went on working the mine,
and he’s been working it ever since,
shipping a good bit of ore now and
then, when he could squeeze it in be-
tween the get-away trains. Of course,
there is bound to be a future of som
sort; but that is the present condition
of affairs.”
“How about those notes in the bank?
Wasn’t Massingale personally involved
in some way?”
Brouillard bounded out of his chair
as if the question had been a point-
blank pistol shot.
“Great heavens! ” he exclaimed. "To-
day’s the day! In the hustle I had for-
gotten it, and I’ll bet old David has—
if he hasn’t simply ignored it. That
accounts for the reunion at the Metro-
pole!"
, "Don’t worry,” said Harlan easily.
“The bank has gone, vanished, shut up
shop. At the end of the ends, I sup-
pose, they can make David pay; but
they can’t very well cinch him for not
meeting his notes on the dot.”
“Massingale doesn’t really owe them
anything that he can’t pay,” Brouillard
asserted. “By wiring and writing and
digging up figures, we found that the
capitalizing stockholders, otherwise J.
Wesley Cortwright, and possibly
Schermerhorn, have actually invested
fifty-two thousand dollars, or, rather,
that amount of Massingale’s loan has
heen expended in equipment and pay
rolls. Three weeks ago the old man
got the smelter superintendent over
here from Red Butte and arranged for
dn advance of fifty-two thousand dol-
lars on the ore in stock, the money to
be paid when the first train of ore
cars should be on the way in. It was
paid promptly in New York exchange,
nd Massingale indorsed the draft over
to me to be used in the directors’ meet-
ing, which was never held.”
"Go over and flash Massingale’s fifty-
two thousand dollars at ’em. They’ll
turn loose. I’ll bet a yellow cur worth
fifteen cents that they’re wishing there
was a train out of this little section of
Sheol right now. Hear that!”
The crash of an explosion rattled
the windows, and the red loom on the
Jack’s mountain side of the town
leaped up and became a momentary
glare. The fell spirit of destruction,
of objectless wreck and ruin, was
abroad, and Brouillard turned to the
stairway door.
"I’ll have to be making the rounds
again,” he said. “The Greeks and Ital-
ians are too excitable to stand much of
this. Take care of yourself; I’ll leave
Grif and a dozen of the trusties to look
after the shop.’’
( The prevailing visitation of infantile
paralysis in New York and other large
cities of the North should not, accord-
ing to those authorized to speak in
connection with the matter, cause any
undue anxiety; according to these gen-
tlemen, the disease, is never absent
from the larger centers of population,
_■ but it seldom assumes the proportions
of an epidemic such as is being ex-
perienced today. That parents should
become alarmed and make hurried trips
away from the center of contagion is
probably the natural exhibition of anx-
iety they should manifest for the safe-
ty of their offspring, and while it is
not recommended that the children be
kept within the danger zone, it is sug-
gested that the matter be met calmly
and the advice of those who are study-
ing the disease followed as closely as
is possible.
The moment the disease assumed
threatening proportions, the medical
experts of the country became inter-
ested in studying its operation, and
every incident that would throw any
light upon its origin and the environ-
ment thet lent it most aid was given
careful consideration. As a result, the
doctors have recommended, as first
steps in the work of combating the
ravages of the malady, the cleaning of
the homes, washing the floors with
warm water and soda, renewing the
warfare against flies and other ver-
min, frequent washing of the hands
and face of the child, exercising care
about the child’s food, keeping the
child away from crowds and from the
pet cats or dogs. In the meantime oth-
er matters in the laboratory have been
set aside for the time being and the
reason for the disease and a possible
preventive is being earnestly sought.
Unfortunately, we are so busy about
a thousand and one other things that
it has become almost impossible to give
adequate attention to any one matter
unless, as is now the fact with regard
to infantile paralysis, there arises a
demand that will not be denied. In-
stead of being permitted to pursue a
study of the disease carefully and thor-
oughly, those who might hope to make
discoveries in this, connection have
been called into other lines of research,
and it has been left until the crisis
was upon us to develop the extreme
importance of mastering a dread ene-
my of the children of the land. It is to
be hoped that as investigation has now
been started it will not be permitted to
end until the disease has been robbed
of its terrors and childhood safeguard-
ed against its future visitations.
Humanity, it appears, is so prone to
follow lines of least resistance that
most of the discoveries that have ad-
vanced the race have come under the
spur of necessity. . Pestilence, famine,
disease, war, each have taught us les-
sons that have contributed in no small
degree to our advancement in the arts
and sciences, in greater freedom from
disease, in an enlarged field of use-
fulness, until it would appear that this
was nature’s way of inculcating some
great truth that we have refused to
recognize, although it may have meant
much to us. He is a wise man who out
of misfortunes, his failures, his defi-
ciencies, finds the way to surmount
these obstacles that bar his way to the
} clearer atmosphere, and if our own in-
* dolence will not permit our anticipat-
ing the disasters which appear to be-
“And Gomorrah?” he asked. h
She slipped an arm under his shoul- $
ders and raised him so he could look
out upon the mountain-girt sea dim,
pling under the morning breeze.
“There is where it was,” she said
soberly, “where it was, and is not, and
never will be again, thank God! Mr. j.
Leshington waited until everybody had
escaped, and then he shut the waste-,
way gates.” '
Brouillard sank back upon the pil-
lows of comfort and closed his eyes. / j
"Then it’s all up to me and the hun-
dred thousand,” he whispered. "And
I’ll get it . . . honestly this time.”
The violet eyes were smiling when
he looked Into them again.
"Is sho—the one incomparable she— 1
worth it, Victor?"
“Her price is above rubies, as I
told you once a long time ago.”
"You wouldn’t let pride—a falsa
pride—stand in the way of her happi- ?
ness?"
“I haven’t any; her love has made
me very humble and—and good, Amy,
dear. Don’t laugh: it’s the only word;
I’m just hungering and thirsting after
righteousness enough to be half-way 1
worthy of her."
"Then I’ll tell you something else
that has happened. Father and Stevie
have reorganized the ‘Little Susan’
Mihing company, dividing the stock
into four equal parts—one for each of ' “
government headquarters, passed tne
sentry at the door of the mapping
room; and out of the fireproof vault
where the drawings and blue-print
duplicates were kept took a small tin
dispatch box.
He had opened the box and had
transferred a slip of paper from it to
the leather-covered pocket field book
which served him for a wallet, when
there was a stir at the door and Cast
ner hurried in, looking less the clergy-
man than the hard-working peace of-
ficer.
"More bedlam,” he announced. “I
want Gassman or Handley and twenty
or thirty good men. The mob has gone
from wrecking and burning to murder-
ing. ‘Pegleg’ John was beaten to death
in front of his saloon a few minutes
ago. It is working this way. There
were three fires in the plaza as I came
through,”
“See Grislow at the commissary and
tell him I sent you," said the chief.
“I’d go with you, but I’m due at the
Metropole."
“Good. Then Miss Amy got word to
you? I was just about to deliver her
message.”
“Miss Massingale? Where is she,
and what was the message?” demand-
ed Brouillard.
“Then you haven’t heard? The ‘Lit-
tle Susan’ is in the hands of a sheriff’s
posse, and David Massingale is under
arrest on some trumped-up charge—
selling ore for his individual account,
or something of that sort. Miss Amy
didn’t go into particulars, but she told
me that she had heard the sheriff say
it was a penitentiary offense.”*
“But where is she now?” stormed
Brouillard.
“Over at the hotel. I supposed you
knew; you said you were going there."
Brouillard snatched up the dispatch
box and flung It into the fireproof.
While he was locking the door Castner
went in search of Grislow, and when
Brouillard faced about, another man
stood in the missionary’s place by the
mapping table. It was Mr. J. Wesley
Cortwright.
The gray-faced promoter had lost
something of his old-time jaunty assur-
ance, and he was evidently well shaken
“Now a note to your man at the
mine to make him let go without put-
ting us to the trouble of throwing him
over the dump,” said the engineer,
when he had looked over the stock
transfers, examined the canceled notes,
and read and witnessed the signatures
on the receipt in full.
Cortwright nodded to the lawyer,
and when Williams began to write
again the king of the promoters
turned upon Brouillard with a savage
sneer.
“Once more you’ve had your price,”
he snarled bitterly. “You and the old
man have bilked us out of what we
spent on the mine. But we’ll call it
an even break if you’ll hurry that gang
of huskies.”
"We’ll call it an even break when it
is one,” retorted Brouillard; and after
he had gathered up the papers he took
the New York check from his pocket-
book, indorsed it, and handed it to
Cortwright. “That is what-was spent
out of the hundred thousand dollars
you had Mr. Massingale charged with,
as nearly as we can ascertain. Take
it and take care of it; it’s real money.”
He had turned again to the tele-
phone to hurry Leshington, had rung
the call, and was chuckling grimly
over the collapse of the four men at
the end of the mapping table as they
fingered the slip of money paper. Sud-
denly it was borne in upon him that
there was trouble of some sort at the
door—there were curses, a blow, a mad
rush; then . . . It was Stephen Mas-
singale who had fought his way past
the door-guarding sentry and stood
blinking at the group at the far end
of the mapping board.
“You’re the houn’ dog I’m lookin’
for! ” he raged, singling out Cortwright
when the dazzle of the electrics per-
mitted him to see. “You’ll rob an old
man first, and then call him a thief
and set the sheriff on him, will you—?"
Massingale’s pistol was dropping to
the firing level when Brouillard flung
away the telephone earpiece and got
between. Afterward there was a
crash like a collision of worlds, a
whirling, dancing medley of colored
lights fading away to gray and then to
darkness, and the engineer went down
with the avenger of wrongs tightly
locked in his arms.
«*»**•*
After the period of darkness had
passed and Brouillard opened his eyes
again upon the world of things as they
are, he had a confused idea that he
had overslept shamefully and that the
indulgence had given him a bad head-
ache. .
The next thought was that the head-
ache was responsible for a set of singu-
lar hallucinations. His blanket bunk
in the sleeping shack seemed to have
transformed itself into a white bed
with pillows and snowy sheets, and
the bed was drawn up beside an open
window through which he could look
out, or seem to look out, upon a vast
sea dimpling in the breeze and reflect-
ing the sunshine so brightly that it
made his headache a darting agony.
When he turned his face to escape
the blinding glare of the sun on the
sea the hallucinations became sooth-
ingly comforting, not to say ecstatic.
Someone was sitting on the edge of
the bed; a cool hand was laid on his
forehead; and when he could again
see straight he found himself looking
up into a pair of violet eyes in which
the tears were trembling.
"You are Amy—and this is that
other world you used to talk about,
isn’t it?” he asked feebly.
The cool hand slipped from his fore-
head to his lips, as if to warn him
that he must not talk, and he went
through the motions of kissing it.
When it was. withdrawn. he broke the
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fell, and a great darkness rose up to
make the light seem far beyond his
reach. Then the light came near, and
he saw that it was Love, and that the
darkness was in his own soul.’ . . . I
Kiss me, Amy, girl, and then go and
tell your father that he is a simple-
hearted old spendthrift, and I love hi.
And if you could wire Castner, and
tell him to bring a license along—”
“Oh boy—foolish boy!” she satd, 1
“Wait; when you are well and strong
again. . . ”
But she did not make him wait for
the first of the askings; and after a
healing silence had fallen to show the ;
needlessness of speech between those
who have come through darkness into
light, he fell asleep again, perhaps to
dream that the quieting hand upon hl?
forehead was the touch of Love, angel
of the bright and shining way, summon-
ing him to rise up and go forward as a
soul set free to meet the dawning day
of fruition.
THE END.
THE CITY OF !
NUMBERED DAYS
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