Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-04-28
CHAPTER xlv-cOntinued.

CHAPTER xlv-continued.
II didn't know you could be SO con-
vincing." was Miss Genevieve's com.
ment TT was splendidl Nobody will
ever believe that you are going to go
on building your dam and threatening
to drown us. after this"
What did say?" queried Brouil-
lard. having at the moment. only the
haziest possible idea OF what he had
said.
-As II you didn't knowi" she
laughed. You congratulated every
body. And the funny thing about It is
that you didn't say a single word about
the Niquoia DAM
Didn't I? That shows how com
pletely your father has converted me,
how helplessly I am carried along on
the torrent OF events"
But you are not" she said accus-
ingly. Deep down IN your inner con-
sciousness you don't believe a little bit
IN Mirapolis. You are only playing the
game with the rest OF US. Mr.. Brouil-
lard"
German, Mr.. cortwright's ablest
trumpeter In the real-estate booming.
was holding the plaza crowd spell
bound with prophetic outlining Of the
Mirapolitan future.
In the middle distance and back
grounding the buildings on the oppo-
site side Of the plaza, rose the false
work OF the great dana standing for
est OF sawed timbers. whose afternoon
shadows we're already pointing like a
many-hngered fate toward the city of
the plain. But, though the face OF the
speaker was toward the shadowing for
est. his words ignored It. ~The snow
capped Timayonis." "the mighty Chit
gringo," and the golden-yeined slopes
OF Jacks mountain" all came in for eu-
logistic mention; but the massive wall
OF concrete, with It's bristling parapet
Of timbers. had no part IN the orators
namboyant descriptive.
Brouillard loved Amy Massingale
with passion which. however blind II
might be on the side Of the higher
morallties, was still keen-sighted
enough to assure him that every
plunge he made In the MirapoIitan
whirlpool was sweeping him farther
away from her
He had transferred the power com
pany's stock. minus a single share to
cover his official standing on the
power companys board. to Cartwright,
and had opened an account at the Nj
quota National. The ninety-nine thou.
sand nine hundred dollars had since
grown by speculative accretions to the
rounded eighth OF a million which all
fnanciers agree in calling the stepping
stone to fortune.
He had regarded this money-was
still regarding it-as loan; his lever
with which to pry out something which
he could really call his own. But more
and more possession and use were dull
ing the keen edge of accountability
and there we're moments OF insight
when the grim irony of taking the
price of honor TO pay an honor debt
forced itself upon him. At such mo.
ments he plunged more recklessly, in
one Of them taking stock in a gold
dredge company which was to wash
nuggets by the Wholesale out of the
Quadjenai bend. In another buying yet
other options in the newest suburb OF
Mirapolis
With the waning OF the day of cele
brations the temper of the street
throngs was changing. It is only this
people OF the Latinized cities who car
take the carnival spirit lightly; IL
other blood liberty grows to licens,
and the thin veneer of civilized re
Btraints quickly disappears From
early dawn the saloons and dives hat
been adding fuel to the flames. ant
light-heartedness and good-naturet
horseplay we're giving way to sardoni
humor and brutality.
In the short faring through tn
crowded street from the plaza to tn
Metropole corner Brouillard saw an,
heard things to make his blood boil
Twice before be reached Bongras' caf
entrance the engineer shouldered hi
way to the rescue Of some badgere
nucleus Of excursionists. and in eac
Instance there were frightened wome
to be hurriedly spirited away to tn
nearest place OF seclusion and safet,
II was in front of Bongras' tina
Bropillard came upon Rev Hugh Cas-
uer.' the hot-hearted young zealot VIII
had been flung into Mirapolis on tn
crest Of the tidal wave Of mining el
citement Though Hosford-who ha
not been effaced. as Mr.. Cortwrigt
bad promised he should be-and tn
men Of his clique called the youn
missionary a meddlesome visiouar,
he stood In the stature of a man. an
lower Chigringo avenue loved him an
swore by him now and then when som
poor soul, hastily summoned, was
be eased of into eternity.
When Brouillard caught sight Of hi
Castner was looking out over II
ssething street caldron from his cor
mandi'S : height of six feet Of athlet
man stature. his strong face a mas
Of bitter humiliation and concern.
"Brouillard. this is simply hideous
he exclaimed. "If this devils carniv
goes on until nightfalI we shall have