Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-06-09

and by nine o'clock of the night of
prediction loosely organized mob of
drink-maddened terrorists was drifting
from street to street. and there we're
violence and incendiarism to follow.
Though the property destruction
mattered little, the anarchy it was
breeding had to be controlled Brouil
lard and Leshington got out their re-
serve force and did what they could to
restore some semblance of order. 1t
was little enough; and by ten o'clock
the amateur policing OF the city had
reduced itself to a double guarding of
the dam and the machinery, and a
cordoning of the Metropole, the re-
clamation service buildings, and the
Spotlight Office. For Harlan, the dash
Of sporting blood in his veins assert.
ing itself, still stayed on and continued
to issue his paper.
81 said wanted to be in at the
death, and for a few minutes tonight
thought | was going to be-" he told
Brouillard, when the engineer hae
posted his guards and had climbed the
stair to the editorial Office. Then he
asked a question: When is this little
hell-on-earth going to be finally extiI,
guished, Victor?"
Instead of answering, Brouillard put
question of his own: did you know
that Cartwright and Schermerhorn and
Judge Williams came back this eve
ming, Harlan?"
Il did," said the newspaper man
They are registered at the Metropole
as large as life"
Whats up?"
THAT is what I'd like to know
There's a bunch of strangers at the
Metropole, too, sheriff's posse
Poodles thinks; at least, there is a
deputy from Red Butte with the
crowd"
Harlan tilted back in his chair and
scanned the ceiling reflectively. This
thing is getting on my nerve, old man
wish we could clean the slate and ali
go home"
at is going to be cleaned. Notices
will be posted tomorrow warning
everybody that the waste-gates will bt
closed promptly on the date adver
| tised"
when is it? Things have been re
volving too rapidly to let me remembei
such a trivial item as a date
ct is the day after tomorrow. a
noon"
The owner of the Spotlight nodded
Let her go, Gallagher. I've, got evary
thing on skids, even the presses. Al
revoir-or perhaps one should say, Al
reservoir"
Fresh shoutings and cracking o
pistols arose in the direction Of tn
plaza, and Brouillard got up and wen
to a window. The red glow of othe
house burnings loomed against tn
somber background of Jacks noun
tain.
"Senseless savages," he muttered
and then went back to the editor. st
don't like this Cortwright reappeal
ance, Harlan. wish l knew what
means"
Lets see," said the newsma
thoughtfully; what is there wort
taking that they didn't take in tn
sauve qui peut? By Jove-say! Di
old David Massingale get out of ,
Wesley's clutches before the lightnin
struck?"
81 wish l could say Yes and be sur
of it," was the sober reply. You kne'
about the thieving stock deal, or whs
you didn't know l told you. Well.
had Massingale, as president, call
meeting Of directors-which neve
met. Afterward acting under legs
advice, he went on working the min'
and he's been working it ever since
shipping a good bit of ore now an
then, when he could squeeze it in b.
tween the getaway, trains. OF cours,
there is bound to be future of som
sort; but that is the present conditio
of AFFAIRS
How about those notes in the bank
! Wasn't Massingale personally involve
} in some way?"
Brouillard bounded out of his cha
as if the question had been a poin
blank pistol shot
ITO BE CONTINUED)