The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-07-30

Il kink. but the ks and 'q's' and VS.
and KS especially the capital KS
always stick"
This being a perfectly logical expla
nation and one which anybody could
understand, Toad pursued that subject
no further
"What's all that machinery for they
put off back there?" he next inquired.
'That's calico MILL the man
promptly responded.
Toad flattened his face against the
glass in Il vain attempt to look back
ward, then he hurried to the rear door.
\ curve and hill hid the spot from
view. What kind of Il mill?' he ask
ed doubtfnlly upon his return.
"A calico MILL" repeated the line
man. Didn't you notice the acres and
acres Of calico grass around there?"
Toad, with another glance at the
rear door. shook his head sadly and
looked out the window in the hope
that he might see ii stray sample of
calico grass. He was still at that vain
and improbable employment when
Wallingford walked past on his way to
the smoking compartment
Say, boss he hailed Wallingford,
''dO you know calico grass when you
see it,"
I'm afraid not. Toad" replied Wal.
lingford, smiling. ''Why?"
There was so much of it back where
we stopped" explained Toad with
troubled brow, land l didn't see it.
They put off the machines for calico
mill there, you know"
Wal!ingford turned with puzzled
expression to the bony faced passen-
ger. who looked up at him and laughed.
Hes such smart lookin' kid I
couldn't help tryin' to see how much
he'd stand for" the lineman pleasant
ly to bend upon him clear and indig-
nant glare.
Gore crushing machinery, isn't it?"
guessed Wallingford.
Iron" replied the other with nod.
surveying with interest and approval
the important looking big man. whose
round pink face spoke Sc plainly OF
cheerfulness and good living.
"Much of a deposit?" inquired Wal
lingford with the instant interest Of a
man commercially inclined
"They say it's a wonder. The Dou-
galbobber brothers own it, whoever
they are. They're hustlers. Next
week spur track is to be put in back
to the Mines He paused and smiled
over the magic of things. ''Dougalville!
There amt a livin' soul back there
now, but in month it'll be good
sized town, out hustlin' for electric
lights and trolley cars"
'AlsO it will have real estate boom
and six Saloons" agreed Wallingford,
and passed on to the smoker.
Toad followed him. "Say," observed
Toad in Il panied tone, that man back
there" here he pulled down Walling-
fords ear and whispered into it, "why
he's a liar."'
J. Rufus Wallingford, respectable
and prosperous real estate dealer, and
his messenger boy, valet, companion
and friend, Toad Jessop finished their
business in the northwest in four days.
On the return trip Wallingford had
mileage torn off as far as bleak barren
Dougalville only. He had expected to
stop between trains and survey the
lonesomeness as mere raw material,
but he found there tiny telegraph
station and waiting room which had
! been showed off a freight car intact.
apparently even to the operator, for
that func tionary was inside: he found
q roughly built frame shack labeled
'Kimbely mine-Otlice;' he found a
gang of railroad laborers putting down
half graded, wabbly spur track, and
up the ravine into which it was head
cd he saw, against a background of
sOiled little tents, a swarm of human
ants setting machinery in place and
another swarm digging an impressive
looking hole in the ground.
From the same train by which Wal
lingford had arrived there descended
drove Of clay festooned laborers, and
as these, by common impulse, surged
Immediately toward the "office," Wal
lingford watched the accommodation
creak upon it's jolly way toward the
happy land Of taXis and bathtubs and
push buttons. For relief from the in
tolerable landscape. which would not
alter nor decay, but lay in it's fiat
sterility forever and ever, he watched
the sitting of the clay hung laborers,
who We're admitted into the Office one
at a time and came out again with
little slips of paper in their hands, to
trudge up the ravine toward the Kim
belly mine and more clay.
When the last one had returned to
his native element Wallingford walk
ed slowly across to the office, but tC
his surprise he found it locked. Hear
ing loud voices, however, he stopped
and listened in perplexity. Suddenly
from around the corner of the build
ing there dashed two of the clay dec
GRATED callers, followed by half doz
en- we'll muscled gentlemen who looked