Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-02-08

where no one can get at him and gives us
the leavin's of the power he uses in his
stamp mill. Look at them lights now!
Look at them and say, is it square,"
The line Of the girls lips Softened into a
faint smile. 1t was true that the electric
lights Of Silveruale had been for several
nights past q Pickering mockery. They had
fuCtudtcd between Iull-head and no-head
so constantly that it hard to say
whether they had been mostly on or mostly
Of But the idea of the town getting the
'leavings of an electric current amused
her. and the contrast in the characters of
effort and Richards was figurativeiy miles
wider than the distance which then ac-
tUaliy separated the men. She thought of
this as she gazed at the lofty little plateau
on which. when the day was fine she could
see the CLINT of a waterfall and in one OF
whose canyons she knew Richards must
be at that moment experimenting the dy-
namo which supplied the town with light
me CLINT of the waterfall had diSaDDearad
with the close of the January day. and
Richards was cut off from the world with
out the canyon as he had been ever since
the winter SHOWS blocked the trail.
There had been a telegraph line over
which she had carried on certain CONVEX
Sauons with the man in the canyon but
the big December storm had blown down
the wire and II would be spring before it
could pc repaired The lamp wires with
stood the strain, and she could follow them
with her eyes out of town and half way up
the first hill, the insulators from which
NlitS uuIS SHINING Ike row OF White but
tons against the dusk. That line was
charged with the might of thunderbolts but
It's energy emanated from the eartn itself
Tor Richards had harnessed the distant
waterfall to his dynamo in the canyon and
the resulting current was transmitted ten
miles across country to the town.
Lem effort continued his harangue, and
IN the increasing darkness of the evening
bis gestures Were alternately revealed ard
Obscured as the lights went uncertainty IN
and down. Other citizens Joined the group
and among them came Sheriff Black an
ardent supporter of Richards, He arrived
at a period of darkness. and when the
lights went up surprised Lem in the midst
of a most yirUlent speech. Black was; a
large man, and his intellect was vigorous
rather than acute But his opinion had
weight in the community and he opened on
effort without ceremony.
Say. Lem GiffOrt,'' he began. ''for a va
hoo that's been brought up on candles and
coal oil. you make me tired. You never saw
an electric lamp before Richards brought
en- to town II l were you I'd keep my
head shut about il. He's done mere for
TINS town in six months than you've done
IN your whole life. And because he had the
pluck 10 put his scheme through, you go
campin on his trail and snappin' at his
reefs Ike coyote after a wounded buck
But Bob Richards isn't down yet. you take
my say for it Any man that'n put his nile
INTO a game like this and put uD the wires
with his own hands like he did cause he
couIdn AFFORD to hire the work done isn't
So4Hs DASA VI what ne agreed to stand tor
The lights aren't right but he don't know
IT, or You bet they would be"
The girl in the doorway pUrred SOFTLY
ana one Of the bystanders, swayed by the
snerln $ posittveess, exclaimed emphatic
ally, That's whatr' Lem effort. gazing
at the ground, said, somewhat de9recat.
ingly:
Hell make a fortune out Of it,"
We'll, and what If he does?' returned
the sheriff. Doesn't he deserve IT.? That
reservation land laid Idle for years and the
township never made a cent out of IT, It's
got some silver in it, to be sure but YOU
know the money that was sunk years ago
trying TO get 1t out II cost them $40 a ton
TO haul coal in bags up the trail on the
backs Of burrOs, and look at the line OF
skeletons there in the gulch where the
beasts used to fall over the edge of the
trail. There wasn't a week they didn't
lose mule that way. But Richards don t
need coal He had the sense to make the
waterfall run his machine. and he gives the
town light free. What more do you want?'
Must be kind of lonely stayin' up there
in the canyon three months without word
from the outside
We'll. Joe Hutehings is with him. Hutch
Is good company"
Yes. when he's SOBER
Not much chance to get rum I'M there ~
The conversation waned and thew fell 70
watching the lights. Sometimes these
would Kicker rapidly; again there would be
PERIODS OF continued light broken by in