Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-05-11

thing led to another, and then put In
good word for you as gang foreman
or in the Office, and he wrote down
You're to drive out on Sunday morn.
ing and talk 1t over. though he said he
wouldn't promise nothing positive till
he saw YOU"
This was cheering indeed, and gave
Matt renewed hope at moment when
1t was nigh gone. AS it happened, he
remembered the deserted quarry very
we'll, having passed 1t In the Jones'
mobile in the course Of his random
travels. 1t was desolate, out-of-the-
way place about sixteen miles from
Mansawan with long wooded shanties
in the last stage of dilapidation, and
rusting tramway tracks leading to
rusting chutes. 1t had stuck in his
memory as dismalness personified, and
he recalled having given shout after
shout to hear his voice reecho from the
steep, gashed hillside.
But job was a job, and four hum
dred Hungarians were likely to tighten
the somber picture and restore teem-
ing and busy life to spot that had
lain undisturbed for twenty or more
years. Its distance from Manaswan
was In itself recommendation, and
might make it impossible for those un-
seen enemies to hound him so far. It
was Boston enterprise, representing
Boston capital and Boston initiative,
and its only connection with Manas-
wan was by way Of an outlet for the
dressed stone. The more Matt consid-
cred it, the better he was pleased, and
he thanked Sullivan with all his heart.
Sunday, however, was a couple OF
days away, and man can do much re-
fecting in two days, even II they be
spent in the hold of a scow.schooner,
passing bricks. The Mountain View
quarry, thus reviewed, was not with
out some disturbing features. Neither
Price nor Goldsteil, for instance, had
heard of its reopening. and this was
the more curious as both were in situa-
lions where such news would be seized
on with avidity. The local newspaper
was dumb, and Hunter Hoyt said that
the "boys" did not believe 1t was true.
These facts in addition to Mats
growing doubts, counseled some think
ing before leaping. The old quarry
had bad name; there was legend
of murder having been committed
there; its isolation fretted Matt with
vague misgivings. He determined at
last to beg Daggancourt to accompany
him, and this gradually included-in
his m'nd-a car, the two mechanics
and a shotgun for each. Victor, met
at stealthy rendezvous under the
cemetery bridge, acceded to the plan
with his usual good-nature. He was
pleased at the prospect of a picnic and
volunteered to provide the auto, the
mechanics and the guns, as we'll as
cold ham and bread and butter
though he was frankly skeptical as to
the adventure being anything but a
pleasant jaunt.
"Those old quarrtes are opening up
all over the country, he said. What
gals me is that didn't light out and
risk a few hundreds myself. But there
1t was right under our noses, and to be
had for song, while 1t was left to
Boston folks to see It was a good thing
and grab It." .t'f7
"All the same don't care to 20 out
there alone, objected Matt. IT they
are on the square It will look natural
enough for us to have brought our
guns with the idea Of picking up some
rabbits. If they aren't-well, they
won't care to NEEDLE with four of us.
But don't tell Mack Of Louey that It's
anything except a picnic in the woods
Victor laughed.
(To Be Continued.)