Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-03-24
BY FRANCIS LYNDE

case, with a lighted candle beside it.
and for crazy half-second l had a
shock, Murray-the minute hand was
pointing to four and the hour hand to
seven!"
Still don't see the miraculous sig
nificance," said the photographer.
Don't you? 1t was only another OF
the condolences, of course. While /
stood staring at the clcok Arson came
in with Griffith's tool kit. I've got to
tinker her again. he said. She's got
so she keeps Pacific time with one
hand and eastern with the other Then
| understood that he had been tinker
ing with it and had merely gone over
to Grifiths tent for the tools"
Well" said Grislow again, what of
it? The clock struck seven, you say;
but it also struck four"
Brouillard's smile tilted his curling
mustaches to the sardonic angle.
''The combination was what called
the turn, Grizzly. Today happens to
be my twenty-eighth birthday-the end
of the fourth cycle of seven"
by Georgel" calculated the hydrog-
rapher in mock perturbation, sitting
up so suddenly that he dropped his
pipe into the ashes Of the fire. ia
that case, according to what seems to
be the well-established custom. some
thing is due to fall in right now!"
Il have been looking for 1t all day."
returned Brouillard calmly.
1t was Murray Grislow who finally
rang the curtain call on the prolonged
talk.
Say, man! do you know that it is
after ten o'clock" he demanded. hold
ing the face of his watch down to the
glow of the dying embers. you may
sit here all night, if you like, but it's
me for the blankets. Now, what in the
name of a guilty conscience is that?'
As it CHANGED, they were both fac
ing toward the lower end of the val
ley when the apparition flashed into
view. In the deepest of the shadows
at the mouth of the gorge, where the
torrenting Niquoia Strengthened itself
momentarily before entering upon its
plunging race through the mountain
barrier beam of white light fiickered
unsteadily for a fraction of a second.
Then it became luminous pencil to
trace a zigzag line up the winding
course of the river. across to the foot
hill spur where the camp of the recla-
nation service vanguard was pitched.
and so on around to the base OF the
Chigringo. For certain other seconds
it remained quiescent, glowing bale.
fully like the eye of some tabled mon
ster searching for its prey. Then it
was gone.
Grislow's comment took the form of
half-startled exclamation.
by Jove! wouldn't that give you a
fit of the creepies this far from civil
lization and dynamo? What are you
calling it?"
Your guess is as good as mine. y
was the half-absant reply. Brouillard
had got upon his feet and was but
toning his many-pocketed shooting
coat.
M gong to take little hike down
yonder for investigation purposes.
Want to come along?"
But the mapper of watersheds was
yawning sleepiIy. Not on your tin
type he refused. I'm going 20 cork
it orr in me 'ammick"
1t was only short mile from the
camp on the inward slopes of the east.
ern foothills to the mouth of the outlet
gorge, across which BrouiIlard could
already see, in mental provision, the
great gray wall of the projected Nj.
quota dam-his future work-curving
majestically from the broken shoulder
of Chigringo to the opposing sleeps
OF Jacks mountain. The half-grown
moon, fitting now toward the skyline
OF the western barrier, was leaving the
canyon portal in deepest gloom.
Picking his way judiciously because
the trail was new to him, Brouillard
came in due time to the descending
path among the spruces and scrub
pines leading to the western outlook