Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-03-03

tions. What happened when you were
twenty-one-or were you too busy just
then chasing the elusive engineering
degree to take notice?"
Brouillard was staring out over the
loom of the dozen campfires-out and
across the valley at the massive bulk
of Mount Chigringo rising like a huge
barrier dark to the skyline save for a
single pinprick of yellow light fixing
the position of a solitary miners
cabin half way between the valley
level and the summit When he spoke
again the photographer had been given
time to shave another pipe charge of
tobacco from his pocket plug and to
I'll and light the brier.
When / was twenty-one my father
died. and"-he stopped short and then
went on in tone which was more
than half apologetic-1 don't mind
telling, Grislow; you're not the kind
to pass 1t on where It would hurt At
twenty-one l was left with back load
that / am carrying to this good day;
that will probably go on carrying
through life"
Grislow walked around the fire,
kicked two or three of the charred log
ends into the blaze. and growled when
the resulting smoke rose up to choke
and blind him.
Forget it. Victor" he said. 'In less
than a hundredth part of that time
you'll be at the top of the reclamation
service pay roll-won't that help out %
mo; not appreciably"
Grislow gave 1t up at that and went
back to the original contention.
Were lodging the main ISSUE" he
said. what is the active principle
Of your 'sevens'-or haven't you fig
ured it out2"
Change" was the prompt rejoin
der; always something different
radically different"
And what started you off into the
memory woods. particularly tonight? p
Condolences. II began with that
hopelessly unreliable little clock thai
Anson persists in carrying around
with him wherever he goes. While YOU
were up on the hill cutting your spruce
tips Anson went over to his tent anC
lighted up. and a few minutes after
ward I heard the clock strike-seven
Just as was comfortably forgettins
the significant reminder the clocl
went off again. striking slowly, as /
the mechanism we're nearly rur
down"
Another seven?" queried Grislow
mo; 1t struck four"
"Well?" was the bantering comment
Il suppose Anson/was tinkering will
his little tin god of timepiece IT,
habit of his"
Il was curious enough to 90 anr
look. When l lifted the flap the ten
was empty. The clock was tickin,
away on Anson's soap-box dressin,
case. with lighted candle beside IL
and for a crazy half-second | had
shock. Murray--the minute hand wa
pointing to four and the hour hand {,
sevenl"
"Still don't see the miraculous sic
nihcance," said the photographer.
Don't you? 1t was only another O
the condolences, of course. While
stood staring at the clock Anson cam,
in with Griffith's tool kit. I've got I,
tinker her again. he said. She's go
so she keeps Pacific time with on,
hand and eastern with the other The,
| understood that he had been tinker
ing with it and had merely gone owe
to Grif1th's tent for the tools"
WELL" said Grislow again, what o
It? The clock struck seven, you say
| but It also struck four"
Brouillards smile tilted his curling
mustaches to the sardonic angle.
"The combination was what calle,
the turn. Grizzly. Today happens L
be my twenty-eighth birthday-the en-
of the fourth cycle of seven"
"By GeorgeH calculated the hydros
rapher in mock perturbation, sittin
up so suddenly that he dropped hi
pipe into the ashes of the fire. II
that case. according to what seems t