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THE PLANO STAR-COURIER
THE CITY OF •
NUMBERED DAYS
FRANCIS LYNDE - • •
U5TAATIDN5 byC.D.RHODES • • *
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COPYRIGHT BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
SYNOPSIS.
Brouillard, chief engineer of the Niquola
Irrigation dam. goes out from camp to
Investigate a strange light and finds an
automobile party camped at the canyon
portal. He meets J. Wesley Cortwright
and his daughter, Genevieve, of the auto
party and explains the reclamation work
to them. Cortwright sees in the project
a big chance to make money. Brouillard
Is impervious to hints from the financier,
who tells Genevieve that the engineer
"Will come down and hook himself if the
* bait is well covered." cortwright organ-
lies a company and obtains government
contracts to furnish power anti material
for tho dam construction. A busy city
springs up about the site. Steve Massin-
gale thttatens to start a gold rush if
Brouillard does not influence President
Ford to build a railroad branch to the
place, thus opening an easy market for
the ore from the “Bittle Susan" mine.
Tirouillard and the company's promoter
clash, but on orders from Washington,
Brouillard turns over the plans for the
power installation.
Do you believe that a really ;
honest man can be persuaded to ?
turn a shady trick in order to i
help the material fortunes of tho !
girl he loves—even if he be- i
lieves the trick will never bo ;
found out on him? t
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CHAPTER VII—Continued.
i To his utter amazement the blue
eyes filled suddenly. But the owner
of the eyes was winking the tears
away and laughing before he could
could put tho amazement into words.
“You shouldn't hit out like that
■when one isn’t looking; it's wicked,"
she protested. "Besides, the railroad
is coming; it’s got to come.”
“It is still undecided," he told her
mechanically. “Mr. Ford is coming
over with ths engineers to have a con-
ference on tie ground with—with the
Cortwright People. I am expecting
him any da J."
“And the government?”
department is holding entirely
aloof.] as it should. Everyone in the
real&BB^ioh service knows that no
good can possibly come of any effort
to force the region ahead of its nor-
mal and natural development. And,
besides, none of us here in the valley
want to help blow the Cortwright
bubble any higher than it has to bo.”
“Then you will advise against tho
building of the extension?"
Instead of answering her question
he asked one of his own.
“What does it mean to you—to you.
personally, apart from the money your
|father might make out of it, Amy?”
* She hesitated a moment and then
met tho shrewd scrutiny of his gaze
with open candor,
“The money is only a means to an
end—as yours will be. You know very
well what I meant when I told you
that three times we have been obliged
to come hack to the mountains to—to
try again. I dreaded the coming of
your camp; I dread a thousand times
more the other changes that are com-
ing—the temptations that a mush-
room city will offer. This time father
lias promised me that when he can
make his stake he will go back to Ken-
tucky and settle down; and he will
keep his promise. More than that,
Stevie has promised me that he will
go. too, if he can have a stork-farm
and raise fine horses—his one healthy
ambition. Now you know it all.”
He reached up from the lower step
where he was standing and took her
hand.
"Yes; and I know moro than that.
I know that you are a mighty brave
little girl and that your load is heavier
than mine—worlds heavier. But you'ro
going to win out; If not today or to-
morrow, why, then, the day after. It's
written in the book.”
She returned his hand-grip of en-
couragement impulsively and smiled
down upon him through quick-spring-
ing tears.
“You’ll win out, too, Victor, because
you are a strong man; you havo a
reserve of strength that is greater
than most men's full gift; you can cut
and slash your way to the thing you
really want, and nothing can stop you.
But— you’ll forgive me for being plain,
won't you?—there Is a little, Just the
least little bit of desperation in the
present point of view, and—”
“Say It,” he commanded when she
heRitated.
"I hardly know how to say it. There
were Ideals in the beginning; don’t let
them fall down in tho duel or in the—
In the mud. It’s got to bo clean money,
you know; the money that is going to
give you tho chance to say, ‘Come, girl,
let’s go and get married.’ You won’t
that, will you?”
relinquished the hand Of encour-
Hg/#ihent because lie dared not hold it
Any longer, and turned away to stare
absently at the timbered tunnel mouth
whence a faint clinking of hammer
upon steel Issued with monotonous
regularity.
“I wish you hadn't said that, Amy—
about the ideals.”
“I don’t know what you meAh,’’ she
said simply.
“Perfc'aps It Is Just as well that you
don’t. Bets talk about something
else—about the railroad. President
Ford hasn’t decided; he won’t decide
until he has looked the ground over
and had a chance to confer with me.”
She bridged all the gaps with swift
intuition. “He means to give you the
casting vote? Ho will build the exten
sion if you advise it? Then it will lie
in your hand to make us rich or to
keep us poor,” she laughed. "Be a
good god-in-the-car, please, and your
petitioners will ever pray.” Then, with
an instant return to seriousness: “But
you mustn't think of that—of course,
you won’t—with so many other and
greater things to consider.”
“On tho contrary, I shall think very
pointedly of that; pointedly and re-
gretfully—because your brother has
made it practically impossible for me
to help.”
“My brother?” with a little gasp.
“Yes. He offered to buy my vote
with a block of ‘Little Susan’ stock.
That wouldn’t have been so bad if ho
hadn’t talked about it—”
“When Mr. Ford comes you must
forget what Stevie said and what I
have said. Good-by.”
An hour later Brouillard was closet-
ed in his log-built office quarters with
a big, fair-faced man, whose rough
tweeds and unbrushed soft hat pro-
claimed him fresh from the dusty-dry
reaches of the Quesado trail.
“It is your own opinion that 1 want,
Victor,” the fair-faced man was saying,
“not the government engineer’s. Can
we make the road pay if we bring it
here? That is a question which you
can answer better than any other liv-
ing man. You are here on the ground
and you’ve been here from the lirst.”
“You’ve had it out with Cort-
wright?” Brouillard asked. And then:
“Where is he now—In Chicago?”
“No. He is on his way to the Ni-
quoia, coming over in his car from El
Gato. But never mind J. Wesley. Ypu
are tho man I came to see.”
“I can give you the facts,” was the
quiet rejoinder.
A smile wrinkled at the corners of
the big man’s eyes.
“You are dodging the issue, Victor,
and you know it,” he objected. “What
I want is your personal notion. If you
were tho executive committee of the
Pacific Southwestern, would you, or
would you not, build tho extension?
That’s the point I'm trying to make.”
Brouillard got up otid went to the
window. When he turned back to the
man at the desk he was frowning
thoughtfully, and his eyes were the
eyes of one who sees only tho clearly
etched lines of a picture which ob-
scures all outward and visual objects.
. . . the picture he saw was of a
sweet-faced young woman, laughing
through her tears and saying: "Be-
sides, the railroad is coming; it’B got
to como.”
“If you put it that way," he said to
the man who was waiting, "if you in-
sist on pulling my private opinion out
by the roots, you may have it. I’d build
the extension.”
buzz-hummer while the daylight lasts.
Don’t you forget that.”
‘‘Mirapolis?’ queried Brouillard.
“Is that the new name?”
Cortwright laughed and nodded. “It's
Gene’s name—‘Miracle City.’ Fits like
the glove on a pretty girl’s arm,
doesn’t it?”
“It does. But the miracle is that
there should be any money daring
enough to invest itself in tho Niquola.”
“Why, bless your workaday heart,
Brouillard,” chuckled the host, “noth-
ing is permanent in this shuffling,
growing, progressive world of ours—
absolutely nothing. Some of the big-
gest and costliest buildings in New
York and Chicago are built on ground
leases. Our ground lease will merely
be a little shorter in the factor of
time.”
“So much shorter that the parallel
won’t hold,” argued Brouillard.
“Tho parallel does hold; long time,
small profits and a slow return; short
time, big profits and a quick return.
You've eaten here before; what do
you pay Bongras for a reasonably good
dinner?"
Brouillard laughed. “Oh, Poodles,
lie cinches us, all right; four or five
times as much as it’s worth—or would
cost anywhere else.”
“That’s it. Ho knows ho has to
make good on all these little luxuries
ho gives you—cash in every day, as
you might say, and come out whole be-
fore you stop the creek and drown
him. When we get in motion we're
going to have Alaska faded to a frazzle
on prices—and you’ll see everybody
paying them Joyfully.”
“And in the end somebody, or the
final series of somebodies, will bo left
to hold the bag,” finished Brouillard.
“There needn't bo any bag holders,
Brouillard. Let me put it in a nut-
shell: we’re building a cement plant,
and we shall sell you the output—at a
good, round price, I promise you, but
still at a lower figure than you’re pay-
ing for tho imported article now, or
than you will pay even after the rail-
CHAPTER VIII
Mirapolis
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During the strenuous weeks when
Camp Niquoia's straggling street was
acquiring plnnk sidewalks and getting
Itself transformed Into Chigringo ave-
nue, with a double row of false-fretried
“emporiums” to supplant tho shack
shelters. Monsieur Poudrecaulx Bon-
gras, late of tlie Sun Francisco tender-
loin, opened tho camp’s first counter-
grill.
Finding monsieur’s name impossible
in both halves of it. tho camp grinned
and rechristened him “Poodles.'’ Later,
discovering his dual gift of past mas-
tership in potato frying and coffee
making, tho camp pave him vogue.
Out of tho voguo sprang in swift suc-
cession a cafe with side tables, a res-
taurant with private dining rooms, and
presently a commodious hotel, where
the food was excellent, the appoint-
ments luxurious, and where Jack—
clothed and in his right mind and with
money in his hand—was as good as his
master.
It was in one of Bongras’ private
dining rooms that Mr. J. Wesley Cort-
wright was entertaining Brouillard,
with Miss Genevieve to make a har-
monizing third at the circular table.
The little dinner had been a gustatory
triumph. Nevertheless, when MIsb
Cortwright had gone upstairs, and the
waiter would have refilled his glass.
Brouillard shook his head.
If the millionaire saw the refusal he
was too wise to remark it. He waB
still the frank, outspoken money-
maker, hot upon the trail of tho nimble
dollar. Yet there was a change of
some kind. Brouillard bad marked it
on the day, a fortnight earlier, when
(after assuring himself morosely that
he vould not) he had gone down to
the lower canyon portal to see the
Cortwright touring ear finish its sec-
ond race across the desert from El
Gato. •
“Of course I was quite prepared to
have you stand off and throw stones
at our little cob house of a venture,
Brouillard,” the host allowed at the
lighting of the gold-banded cigars.
“You're the government engineer and
the builder of the big dam; but you
can’t build your dam In one day, or
in two, and tne interval is ours, i mi
yon, we're going to make Mirapolis a
“If You Insist on Pulling My Private
Opinion Out by the Roots, You May
Have It. I’d Build the Extension."
road gets in. When our government
orders are filled wo can afford to
wreck the plant for what it will bring ’
“That Is only one Instance,” object-
ed the guest.
“Well, Bongras, here. Is one more,”
laughed the host. "And our power
plnnt is another. You made your little
kick on that to Washington—you
thought tho government ought to con-
trol its own power. That was all
right, from your point of view, but we
beat you to it. Now tho reclamation
service gets nil tho power it needs at a
nominal price, and we’re going to sell
enough moro to make us all feel
happy.”
“Hell it? To whom?”
Mr. Cortwright leaned baek In his
chair and the sandy-gray eyes seemed
to to searching tho inner recesses ef
the querying soul.
“That’s inside information, but 1
don't mind taking you in on It.” he
said between leisurely puffs at his ci-
gar. “We’ve Just concluded a few con-
tracts; ono with Ma^singale—he’s go-
ing to put in power drills, electric ore-
cars, and a modern equipment gener-
ally and shove tho development of the
’Little Susan;’ one with a new mining
syndicate which will begin operations
at once on half a dozen prosports on
Jack's mountain; and one with a lum-
ber combination that has just taken
over tho sawmills, and will install oth-
ers, with a planing mill and sash fac-
tory.’’,
Brouillard nodded. The gray eyes
were slowly hypnotizing him.
“Rut that Isn't all,” continued the
promoter. "We are about to reincor-
porate tho power plant as the Niquoia
Electric Power. Lighting and Traction
company, vvitmn a rortmgnt wen oe
lighting Mirapolis, and within a month
after the railroad gets in we ll be oper-
ating trouey cars.
The enthusiast paused to let the
Information sink tn. also to note idle
effect upon tho subject. Tho noting
was apparently satisfactory, since ho
went on with the steady assurance of
one who sees his way clearly.
“That brings vf down to business.
Brouillard. I dcc.’t mind admitting
that 1 had on object in asking you to
dine with me this evening. It's this:
we feel that in the reorganization of
the power company tho government,
which will always bo the largest con-
sumer. should ho represented in some
effective way; tlint its interests should
be carefully safeguarded, it is not bo
easy as it might seem. We can’t ex-
actly make the government a stock-
holder.”
“No,” said Brouillard mechanically.
Tho underdeptlis were stirring, heav-
ing as if from a mighty ground-
swell that threatened u tidal wave of
overturnings.
“Wo are going to make you tho gov-
ernment diroetor, with full power to
investigate and to act. And we’re not
going to bo mean about it, either. The
capital stock of tho company is ten
millions, with sharps of a par valuo
of one hundred dollars each, full paid
and nonassessable. Don’t gasp; we'll
cut a nice little melon on that capitali-
zation every thirty duys, or my name
isn’t Cortwright.”
“But 1 have no money to invest,”
was tho only form tho younger man’s
protest took.
“We don’t need your money,” cut in
tho financier with curt good nature.
“What we do need is a consulting en-
gineer, a man who, while ho is one of
us and identified with us, will see to
it that we’re not tempted to gouge our
good Uucle Samuel.”
Brouillard smoked in silence for a
full minute before he said: "You know
as well as I do, Mr. Cortwright, that
it is an unwritten law of tho service
that a civilian employee of the govern-
ment Blia.ll not engage in any other
business.”
“No, 1 don’t.” was the blunt reply.
“Supposing your father had left you a
hundred thousand dollars to Invest in-
stead of a debt of that amount—you
see, I know what a load your keen
sense of honor is making you carry—
suppose you had this money to invest,
would your position in the reclamation
service compel you to lock it up in a
safety vault?”
“Certainly not, hut if the department
should learn that I am u stockholder
in a company from which it buys its
power—”
“Thore wouldn’t be a word said—not
one single word. They know you in
Washington, Brouillard, better, per-
haps, than you think they do. They
know you would exact a square deal
for tho department even if it cost you
personal money. It’s your duty and
part of your job ns chief of construc-
tion. And we’ll leave the money con-
sideration entirely out of it if you like.
You’ll get a stock certificate, which
you may keep or Fear up or throw into
the wastebasket, just as you please. If
you keep it and want to realize on it
at any time before you begin to put
the finishing forms on the dam, I’ll do
this: I’ll agree to market it for you
at par. Now let’s quit and go and find
Gene. She’ll think we've tippled our-
selves under the table.’’
“One moment,” said Brouillard. “I
couldn’t serve as your engineer, Mr.
Cortwright. not even in a consulting
capacity. Call It prejudice or anything
else you please, but I simply couldn't
do business in an associate relation
with your man Hosford.”
Cortwright had risen, and he took
his guest confidentially by tho button-
hole.
“Do you know, Brouillard, Hosford
gets on my nerves, too? Don't let that
influence you. We’ll let Hosford go.
We needed him at first to sort of knock
things Into shape; It takes a man of
his caliber in the early stages of a
project like ours, you know. But lie
lias outlived his usefulness and well
drop him. Let’s go upstairs.”
!^«!e in t ha livening Brouillard
passed out through tho cafe of the
Metropole on his way to his quarters.
There were a few late diners at the
tables, and HongraB, smug and compla-
cent in evening regalia, was waddling
about among them like a glorified
head waiter.
Holding the engineer for a moment
at the street door, “I'll been wanting
to h ask you,” whispered tlie French-
man with a quirk-flung glance for the
diners at the nearest of the tables,
“doze flood—when she is coming,
M'sieu’ Brouillard?”
"When we get. the dam completed.’’
“You'll bet. money h-on dat?—hall
do money you got?”
“Why should you doubt it?"
“Mol, 1 don't doubt nottings; I make
do grass to he cut w'iie de sun Is shine.
But I'll been hearing somebody say
dat maybe-so dis town she grow so fan’
and so boeg dat de gover'meut Is not
going to drown her,”
"Who said that?”
“I don't know; it Is bruit—what you
call rumalre. You hear it h-on de
avenue, in de cafe, h anyw’eres you
go.”
“Don’t lower your prices on the
strength of any such rumor as that,
Poodles. The dam will be built, and
tho Niquola will be turned into a lake,
with the Hotel Metropole comfortably
anchored in the deepest part, of it—-
that Is, If It doesnt get gay enough
to float.”
“Pat’s Juz what I’ll been thinking.”
smiled the little man. and he sped the
parting guest with a bow that would
have graced the antechamber of a
Louis lo Grand.
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Smithsonian Scientist Finds Bees Can Smell
virASHINGTON.—Experiments with r»,r»0o honey bees recently completed
W by Dr. N. E. Mclndoo of tho Smithsonian institution have led him to the
conclusion that bees can smell and taste. The two seimes are combined so
closely that the Hcientlst says they
cannot, be separated.
In testing the senses of these In-
sects tho following substances wore
the most Important ones used; Vine-
gar, lime sulphur, kerosene, carbolic
add, formic acid, oil of poppormint,
quinine and strychnine and various
other salts mixed with cane sugar and
honey.
Tho experiments show that bees
ltko honey host of all foods, and that
they lire able to distinguish the differ-
ences between various kinds of honey. Doctor Mclndoo also » covered that
boos don’t like oil of peppermint.
Doctor Melndoo’s tests during four years convince him that tin sense of
smell of the bee Is much keener than that of niuti, and that It r- ru him aa
a sense of smell and taste combined.
Tho department of agriculture also lias been interesting Itself in bees
and is pointing out to beekeepers their needs, especially during the long
tlowerless winters.
The investigators of the department found, for instance, that fully 10 per
cent of the colonies of bees in the country are lost each winter from
starvation, cold and similar causes. One of the principal reasons for trouble
is that the owners of colonies are not willing to allow their tiny laborers to
retain a sufficient supply of the honey they have gathered to feed them own
on a low ration, or in lieu of this to aupply sugar sirup.
Another trouble is thut the owners fall to niuko uny provision for solving
tho temperature problem, assuming that the bees can manage to get through
the winter’s cold without trouble.
Plant Explorer Brings Specimens From Asia
jpi ROM wanderings and explorations in tho remote provinces of China, up
I* into Tibet, across the stretches of the Gobi desert, into Russian I urkes-
tan, across the Altai mountains, and through tho virgin forests of the upper
Yalu and Tumen rivers, Frank N.
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Meyer, plant explorer for tho depart-
ment of agriculture, has returned to
Washington, bearing with him, in tho
form of hundreds of specimens care-
fully assorted, labeled uml classified,
new and strnuge plants, seeds, leaves,
roots and cuttings that may, after
thorough investigation and exhaustive
tests, prove of incalculable value to
the farmers, fruit growers and gar-
deners of the United States.
Startling as havo been tho adven-
tures of other explorers of the earth’s uncharted and unmapped regions, none
of these have been of more Interest than have befallen Mr. Meyer in his wan-
derings about tiie unknown regions that lie above anti back of China. Indeed,
bis fourth and latest trip was cut short and he was forced to ahandou bis
prearranged program because his bearers were strongly disinclined to enter
the wilds of a hitherto unpenetrnted portion of Tibet in the face or declara-
tions by Tibetans that should they proceed they woukl most certainly bo
boiled alive In oil.
In search of plants of immediate economic Importance to agriculture Mr.
Meyer has traversed the fertile plains and the Immense stretches of tho
steppes of eastern Siberia and has penetrated the jungles and the deserts whoro
grow tho rudimentary and as yet unused wild plants that may by cultivation
be adapted to the use of man. Among his discoveries is tho wild peach of
China, believed by present day scientists and botanists to be the parent
stock. A wild pear is another discovery of this quiet Hollander on Uncle
Sam’s pay roll. This wild pear, sturdy, hardy and strongly resistant to dis-
eases such as prove almost inalterable obstacles in tho wuy of fruit growers,
is to be used In tests and investigations as grafting stock, in the hope that in
it may be found the solution of the problem of eradicating pear blight and
other tree diseases that for years have wrought havoc In American orchards.
A hitherto unknown variety of chestnut, strongly resistant to the deadly
chestnut blight that has killed thousands of trees in eastern United States,
was another of Mr. Meyer's discoveries.
Variety* of wild grapes and wild plums that may provo Invaluable to
American horticulturists are also among the discoveries of this scout of
science, who has brought back with him cuttings and roots and seeds to be
tested at the various experiment stations of the department of agriculture.
Story of the Auto, the Copper and the Negro
JXURINO the ley downpour of sleet that engulfed Washington on a r< < ••nt
\j day, one of Major Pullman’s finest stood beneath th<- awning at the
entrance to Keith’s theater Incased la his waterproof cap*- and watched the
pedestrians floundering about In tho
slush.
Two handsomely dressed women
left the theater and crossed the street
to mi automobtlo. Getting inside the
machine, they wrapped themselves
snugly In and gave two or three yanks
aim pulls ul the steering apparatus,
but the cur didn't budge. This process
was repeated several times, when the
guardian of the law, observing their
predicament, hastened from his sta-
tion under the awning and volunteered
assistance. The cop gave the Iron starting handle a twirl or two. but there
was no visible sign of life In the car. He tried It again, and th«>n again and
again. Gradually a crowd of sympathetic eyewitnesses gathered and offered
advice. The “cop” gave his cap to a newsboy to bold and then lie tried It
again. For some strange reason the < ar refused to move. Evidently the
carburetor was si.k or soma other ailment peculiar to automobiles had
seized the machine ,
••Let me get a trial at dis ear. boss.” said a dusky son of toll, shoving his
wav through the little circle. No one objected and, taking a firm grip on the
handle the darkey ran It around a couple of times. A pause for breath and
he tried ft again The respond was instantaneous, and as the motor com-
™„ced to work everybody laughed. The ladies expressed their thanks, the
•A bln w**ary way buck up
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he strode along was
go down as “concise
Do you believe that Brouillard
will permit himself to be se-
duced by Cortwright’a smooth
form of bribery? Does Brouil-
lard understand Cortwright?
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
crowd dissolved, and tho ’< op t
street to Keith’s.
What the policeman hod to say about automobiles as
confidential, but it waj a comment
and peppery.”
Bomb Scare Interrupted the Senatorial Labors
—, iip „f.nnfP ofrpr building one art. moon recently was humming with the
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turn((] to , : and It »« ffd "How MS? cards” a page MtflfOd in
hot haste to whisper In the senatorial
The senator gasped and, arising
hnstily and wrapping his senatorial
dignity about him, took tho shorten
route to the door. He was followed
by others, as the rumor spread that a
German spy had been found in the
garret and was about to drop a bomb
clown th^ elevator ptaaft.
But ft was all wrong, Von Revent-
low, It was all wrong. He wasn't a
r? AOfwen hft WAB I till 13. FI
named Volpe Tommagun. and he didn’t have any bomb, and be was cau?nt oy
a policeman and taken where he belonged—to Ht. Elizabeths, which it tho
WaO><«<rtnn tin me for Mntteawan.
N B. -Senator Dash ultimately took three cards, put ne umn i owner.
The Right 8ort.
”1 want somebody to write up a
social Mon story.”
’’All right; I’ll send a cub reporter.”
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