Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-28

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He stopped at the head of Alain-st and
scanned it, and half reluctantly admitted
that there was something in Hubbard more
than he had believed possible; for there was
harmony in the architecture OF the business
buildings that were creeping along toward
the distance, and it was new note too for
Hubbard had adopted uniformity of the
quaint old English style For the sake of
the advertising value Burmah had permitted
him to be the sole arbiter of what should be
built on that model street, and had inserted,
sometimes after great argument, such
clause in every deed of sale. The over
hanging balconies, with flower boxes laden
with color, the pitched roofs, redly stained,
the quaint signs, all lent the street charm
ing individuality.
"If only there had been railway" Bur
NAH sighed to himself, as he turned toward
the building that was to be his workshop
and his home.
HIS first act was to get every scrap of ad-
vertising copy that was to be sent out,
and carefully, painstakingly, he minimized
that part bearing on the railway. He knew
that this must not be too sharply done, lest
it attract attention. His campaign was al
ready outlined in his own mind and he pro-
posed by gradual steps to eliminate every
thing except the bare suggestion that the
transcontinental road might possibly make
Port Hatch it's terminal, while at the same
time boosting with might and main the
artistic and home features of the new town.
This task done, he opened his mail, and
first of all seized the envelops from clipping
bureaus to which he had subscribed when
he ordered everything pertaining to the
progress or financing of the A. & O. Rail
way. Rapidly he scanned Them and threw
them aside into a pile with grunt of salts
faction. Work had not stopped, but was
seemingly being rushed faster than ever, and
the financial news intimated that the I'm
known capitalists behind the enterprise
were Englishmen seeking to Guido the lines
of Canada, and that possibly the road would
soon veer northward. He smiled skeptically
at this; for there was not the slightest doubt
In his mind that this was road being built
by American interests, and that the ter
minus would be Seattle. There were reports
of surveying parties being seen here and
there in the Far West, and they were stead
lily approaching the borders of the State of
Washington. Once they entered the State,
the downfall of Port Hatch was imminent.
fake surveying party, running lines
across the State from some of the true
A. & o. surveys, would help for time, if it
ran line through Port Hatch, and that
must be attended to. Already he began
casting over in his mind the names of friends
in the East, old confidence operators like
himself, who could be depended upon to
employ such a surveying party and start it
out, and at the same time preserve the
secret. There was Diamond Bill, who had
operated in Omaha. The last Burmah had
heard of him he was promoting process for
getting gold out of the sea waves somewhere
on the New Jersey coast. Bill might attend
to it for him; but he would want big slice
of the money. There was Deacon Wills,
whose speciality was selling fake mining
stock to church congregations; but Heaven
only knew where the Deacon could be found!
There was Count Maresca1l de Benoit,
known in private life as Bill Slack; but the
Count, unfortunately, was doing five-year
sentence in federal prison. Habit held the
active brain of Burrnah in its spell for long
time, and then he walked backward and
forward the length of his room, in an aim1ess
effort to think who would best serve his pur-
pose.
He paused in front of the window, with
hands in his pockets, and hat pulled down
over his eyes, just as man passed along the
street below him. In the heavy gait of the