Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-06-16
EEE CHAPTER XIV
The Terror
X

When Brouillard reached the side
walk the upper avenue was practically
deserted. But in the eastern residence
district. and well around to the north,
new storm-centers were marked by the
Increasing number of fires. Brouillard
stopped and faced toward the distant
and invisible Timanyonis. A chill au-
tumn breeze was sweeping down from
the heights and the blockading wall of
the great dam turned it into eddies
and dust-pillared whirls dancing in the
empty street.
Young Griffith sauntered up with his
Winchester in the hollow of his arm.
Anything new?" he asked.
mo" said Brouillard. II was Just
thinking that little wind would go a
long way tonight, with these crazy
house-burners loose on the town" Then
he turned and walked rapidly to the
government headquarters, passed the
sentry at the door Of the mapping
room: and out of the fireproof vault
where the drawings and blueprint
duplicates were kept took a small tin
dispatch box.
He had opened the box and had
transferred slip Of paper from it to
the leather-covered pocket field book
which served him for wallet, when
there was a stir at the door and Cast
ner hurried in, looking less the clergy
man than the hard-working peace Of
fcer.
More bedlam," he announced. 'T
want Gassman or Handley and twenty
OF thirty good men. The mob has gone
from wrecking and burning to murder
ing. 'Pegleg' John was beaten to death
in front Of his saloon a few minutes
ago. It is working this way. There
were three fires in the plaza as | came
through"
See Grislow at the commissary and
tell him | sent you" said the chief,
I'D go with you. but I'm due at the
Metropole."
Good. Then Miss Amy got word to
you? was just about to deliver her
message"
Miss Massingale? Where is she
and what was the message?" demand
cd Brouillard.
Then you haven't heard? The Lit
tie Susan is in the hands of sheriff's
posse. and David Massingale is under
arrest on some trumped-up charge
selling ore for his individual account
or something OF that sort. Miss Amy
didn't go into particulars. but she told
me that she had heard the sheriff say
II was a penitentiary offense"
But where is she now?" stormeC
Brouillard.
"Over at the hotel. ! supposed yol
knew: you said you were going there
Brouillard snatched up the dispatcl
box and flung it into the freprool
While he was locking the door Castne
went in search of Grislow, and whei
Brouillard faced about, another maj
stood in the missionary's place by tn
mapping table It was Mr.. ]. Wesle
Cartwright.
Il didn't think I'd have to ask
favor of you again. Brouillard, bu
needs must when the devil drives" b
began, with an attempted assumptio
Of his former manner. 1--WE didn't knov
the newspapers didn't tell us an!
thing about this frightful state of a
fairs. and"
Brouillard had suddenly lost his d,
sire to hurry.
"Sit down. Mr.. Cartwright" he salt
'I was just coming over to see you
to congratulate you and Mr.. Scherme
horn on your return to Mirapolis. W
have certainly missed the mayor, nj
10 mention the president of the cor
mon council"
"Of course-yes." was the hurrie
rejoinder But that's all over. Yc
said you'd get us, and you did. don
bear malice. If you had given me OF
more day I'd have got you; the stu
that would have broken your neck wit
the Washington people was all wr
ter and ready to put on the wires. b
that's past and gone. and the ne
thing is something else. There Is
lot Of money and securities locked I
in the Niquoia bank vault. We've con
to clean up, and we brought fe
peace officers along from Red But
for guard. The miserable scoundre
are scared stiff; they won't stir out
the hotel Bongras tells me you've 6
your force organized and armed-cal
you lend US hfty or q hundred huski