The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22
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The Tdnlin0 By FRANCIS LYNDE
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the Id1lTOdu nucieuS, AugelS UttdAc HI krurn arn in addition the fo.Syarding . station for a copper mining district in the Tfmanyoni foothills, and little later. when a few adventurous cattle men eeS discovered that the sun cured herbage of the desert borders was nu- tritious and fattening, stock ship ping point. A few of the railroad men transplanted their families, but apart from these Angels was a mans town, only the coarse fare of the frontier fighting line to satisfy them.
 Farther along the desert came more definitely to its own. The rich Red Butte pockets" began to show signs of exhaustion, and the gulch and ore mining afforded but a precarious al- formative to the thousands who had gone in on the crest of the bonanza wave. Almost as tumultuously as 1t had swept into the hill country, the tide of population swept out. For the gulch hamlets between the Tfman- yonis there was still an industrial req son for being. but the railroad lan guished, and Angels became the weir to catch and retain many of the leav- ings, the driftwood stranded in the slack water of the outgoing tide. With the railroad. the Copperette mine and the "X -bar-Z" pay days to bring regu larly recurring moments of flushness and with every alternate door in Mesa avenue the entrance to a bar, a dance hall. gambling den or the three in combination. the elemental appetites grew
 It was during this period of dry rot that the eastern owners of the rail road lost heart. Since the year of the Red Butte thrush there had been no dividends. At the moment of the moribund railroads purchase by the Pacific Southwestern the desert was encroaching more and more upon the town planted in its western border In the height of Angels prosperity there had been electric lights and one car street tramway, a bank and building and loan association attesting its presence in rows of ornate cot tages on the second mesa, alluring bait thrown out to catch the potential sav- ASS Ol tlIC COIOulSlS.
 But now only the railroad plant was llectrie lighted; the single ramshackle street car had been turned into a chile. fon-carne stand; the bank, unable to eompete with the faro games and the roulette wheels, had gone into liquida- Hon; the building and loan directors had long since footed the treasury and sought fresh fields, and the cot tages were chiefly empty shells.
 Of the charter members of the build ing and loan association only two re- mained as residents of Angels the de- cadent. One of these was Gridley, the master mechanic, and the other was Hallock. chief, clerk for dimin- fishing series of imported superintend- ents and now for the third time the disappointed applicant for the head ship of the Red Butte Western.
 Associated for some brief time in the real estate venture and hailing from the same far away eastern state and city, these two had been at first yoke fellows and afterward, as if by facit consent, inert enemies As wide ly separated as the poles in character SSLAos A@ @bttS du0 HI tuClI OuI1UOk upon life. they had little in common md many antiquities.
 Gndley was a large man, virile of face and figure, and he marched in the ranks of the full fed and the self in dulgent. Hallock was big boned and cadaverous of face, but otherwise a fair physical match for the master mechanic, dark man with gloomy eyes and a permanent frown Jovial good nature went with the master me chanic's gray eyes twinkling easily to a genial smile, but 1t stopped rather abruptly at the straight lined, sensual mouth and found a second negation in the brutal jaw, which was only thinly masked by the neatly trimmed beard Hallock's smile was bitter, and if he had social side no one in Angels had ever discovered it.
 It was in an upper room of the Crows Nest headquarters building that these two, the master mechanic and the acting superintendent. met late in the evening of the day when Vice President Ford had kept his appoint ment in Copah with Lidgerwood.
 Gridley, clad like a gentleman and tilting comfortably in his chair as he smoked a cigar that neither love nor money could have bought in Angels, was jocosely sarcastic. Hallock, shirt sleeved. unkempt and with the perma- nent frown deepening the furrow be- tween his eyes, neither tilted nor smoked
 A listener, knowing neither, would have remarked the curious similarity of the grating note in both voices.
 "Vice President Ford is in Copah, and the new superintendent is with him. said Gridley.
 Hallock leaned forward in his chair.
 "Who is the new man?" he asked.
 Nobody seems to know him by name. But he is a friend of Ford's all right. That is how he gets the job"
 "A college man, suppose" comment ed Hallock; otherwise Ford wouldn't be backing him."
 "Oh, yes; I guess it's safe to count on that
 "And a man who will carry out the Ford policy"
 Gridley's eyes smiled, but lower flown on his face the smile became a cynical barring of the strong teeth.
 A man who may try to carry out the Ford idea" he qualified, adding, 'The