Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1916-07-12

edging the payment in full Of all
claims, past or pending. While you
are Strengthening things out I'll ring
up the yards and rally your guard"
Cartwright turned on the lawyer
You hear what Brouillard says; fix
it. and do It suddenly"
1t was done almost before Brouillard
had made Leshington, in charge Of the
yards. understand what was wanted.
Now a note to your man at the
mine to make him let go without put
ting us to the trouble of throwing him
over the dump" said the engineer,
when he had looked over the stock
transfers, examined the cancelled notes,
and read and witnessed the signatures
on the receipt in full.
| Cartwright nodded to the lawyer,
and when Williams began to write
again the king of the promoters
turned upon Brouillard with a savage
sneer.
Once more you've had your price. :"
he snarled bitterly. You and the old
man have bilked US out of what we
spent on the mine. But wen call it
an even break if youU hurry that gang
of huskies"
Wen call it an even break when it
is one" retorted Brouillard; and after
he had gathered up the papers he took
the New York check from his pocket
book, Endorsed it, and handed it to
Cartwright. That is what was spent
out of the hundred thousand dollars
you had Mr.. Massingale charged with.
as nearly as we can ascertain. Take
it and take care of It; it's real money :"
He had turned again to the tele-
phone to hurry Leshington. had rung
the call, and was chuckling grimly
over the collapse of the four men at
the end OF the mapping table as they
fingered the slip of money paper. Sud
denly it was borne in upon him that
| there was trouble Of some sort at the
door-there were curses, blow, mad
rush; then 1t was Stephen Mas
singale who had fought his way past
the door-guarding sentry and stood
blinking at the group at the far end
of the mapping board.
You're the houn' dog I'm lookin'
fort" he ragged. singing out Cartwright
when the dazzle OF the electrics per
mitted him to see. You'll rob an old
man first, and then call him a thief
and set the sheriff on him, viii you-?"
Massingale's pistol was dropping to
the firing level when Brouillard flung
away the telephone earpiece and got
between. Afterward there was a
crash like a collision of worlds, a
whirling, dancing medley of colored
lights fading away to gray and then to
darkness, and the engineer went down
with the avenger of wrongs tightly
locked in his arms.
After the period OF darkness had
passed and Broufllard opened his eyes
again upon the world of things as they
are. he had a confused idea that he
had oversight shamefully and that the
indulgence had given him bad head
ache.
The next thought was that the head
ache was responsible for a set Of singu-
lar Authorizations. His blanket bunk
in the sleeping shack seemed to have
transformed itself into a white bed
with pillows and snowy sheets, and
the bed was drawn up beside an open
window through which he could look
out, or seem to look out. upon a vast
sea dimpling in the breeze and reflect
ing the sunshine so brightly that it
made his headache darting agony.
When he turned his face to escape
the binding glare OF the sun on the
sea the Authorizations became sooth-
ingly comforting. not to say ecstatic.
Someone was sitting on the edge of
the bed; cool hand was laid on his
forehead; and when he could again
see straight he found himself looking
up into pair OF violet eyes in which
the tears were trembling.
You are Amy-and this Is that
other world you used to talk about,
isn't it," he asked feebly.
The cool hand slipped from his fore
head to his lips as II to warn him
bANN 40 AANoe not NGAht anu nc went
through the motions Of kissing It.
When it was Withdrawn he broke the
| silent prohibition promptly.
The way to keep me from talking is
to do 1t all yourself; what happened
to me last night?"
She shook her head sorrowfully.
The last night you mean was three
weeks ago. Stevie was trying to shoot
Mr. Cartwright in your office and you
got between them. Do you remember
| that?"
Perfectly" he said But 1t still
seems as If it were only last night.
! Where am / now?-not that It makes
any difference. so long as I'm with
| you"
| @aYou are at hoIne-Our aol2s: at the
| Little Susan. Mr.. LeshingtOn had
the men carry you up here. and Mr.
| Ford ran a special train all the way
from Denver with the doctors.
Stevie's bullet struck you In the head
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