The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1916-02-24

will spell trouble right from the

will spell trouble right from the
jump"
"Oh. l don't know" was the depre-
catory rejoinder 1T will relieve US
Of a lot of side-issue industries-cut
EN- out and bury 'em. so far as We
are concerned"
THAT part OF it is all right. OF
course; but it won't end there: not by
a hundred miles. Jobson says in that
/ letter that the relations have got TO
be friendly! I'll bet anything you like
that I'll have TO go and read the riot
act to those people before they've
been twenty-four hours on their Job"
Grislow was trying the point of his
mapping pen on his thumb nail. Gu
rious that this particular fly should
drop into your pot of ointment on
your birthday. wasn't it?" he re-
marked
20 suffering Jehul" gritted Brouil.
lard ragefully. Are you never going
to forget that senseless bit of twad.
dle?"
You're not giving me a chance 10
forget it." said the mapmaker soberly.
You told me that night that the
seven-year characteristic was change:
and you're changed man, Victor. If
ever there was one. Moreover. IL be-
gan that very night-or the next morn
ing"
Brouillard laughed.
'All of which is bad enough. you'd
say, Murray; but IL isn't the worst of
IT. I've just run up against another
thing that is threatening to raise
merry hell in this valley"
Il know" said the photographer
slowly. You've been having seance
with Steve Massingale Leshington
told me about it,
What did he tell your" Brouillard
demanded half angrily.
"Ch, nothing much; nothing TO make
you hot at him. He said he gathered
the notion that the young sorehead
was trying to bully you"
He was" was the brittle admission
See here. Grizzly"
The thing to be seen was a small
buckslin bag which. when opened,
gave up paper packet folded like
medicine powder. The paper contained
a spoonful of dust and pellets OF metal
of a dull yellow luster.
The photographer drew long
breath and fingered the nuggets
"Gold-placer goldi" he exclaimed.
and Brouillard nodded and went on to
tell how he had come by the bag and
its contents
Massingale had an ak to grind. OF
course. You may remember that
Harding talked loosely about the Mas
singale opposition to the building of
the dam There was nothing i'm il
The opposition was purely personal.
and II was directed against Harding
himself, with Amy Massingale for the
exciting cause"
That girl?-the elemental brutel"
Grislow broke in warmly. He knew
the miners daughter fairly we'll by
this time, and. in common with every
man on the staff. not excepting the
Stairs chief, would have fought for
her in any cause.
Brouillard nodded Il don't know
what Harding did, but Smith. the Tri.
angle-Circle foreman, tells me that
Steve Swas on the warpath; he told
Harding when he left. last summer.
that if he ever came back 70 Niquoia.
he'd come to stay-and stay dead"
Il never did like Harding any toe
we'll" was the photographers defni.
tive comment, and Brouillard went
back to the matter Of the mornings
seance and its golden outcome.
N
Steve Massingale came 10 me this
morning with a proposal that was
about as cold-blooded as a slap in the
face. Naturally, for good business rea.
sons OF their own. the MassingaIes
want to see the railroad built over
War Arrow pass into the Niduoia. In
some way Steve has found out that
] stand pretty well with President
Ford and the Pacific Southwestern
people. His first break was to offer
to incorporate the Little Susan and
to give me a block Of the stock If I'd
pull Ford's leg on the extension prop.
osition."
"Well?' queried Grislow.
Exactly. You can imagine what
told him. Then he began to bully and
pulled the club ON me"
Again Grislow's smile was iocose
Wei, when turned him down
young Massingale began 10 buster
and 10 say that I'D have to boost the
railroad deal whether ] wanted 10 or
not. ! told him ho couldn't prove 10.
and he said ne would show me. III I'd
take half am hours walk up the valley
with him You know chat long. rar