Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-06-09

much like q challenge.
"All right: 90 much for that part Of
It." said the self-invited guest. Nov
for the business end Of the deaAwhy
don't you sit down."
Brouillard planted himself behind
his desk and began to I'LL his black
ened ONCE pipe. coldly refusing Hos
fords tender Of cigar.
"You were speaking Of the business
matter" he suggested bluntly.
Eyes. I'd like to 60 over your plans
for the power dam in the upper can
yon. If they look good to me I'll adopt
them"
II am very far from wishing to
quarrel with anybody" said Brouillard,
but his tone belied the words. "At
the same time, II you think We are
going to do your engineering work,
or any part Of it. for you, you are
pretty severely mistaken. Our own
job is fully big enough to keep US
busy"
You're off," said the big man coolly.
Somebody has bungled in giving you
the dope. You want to keep your Job.
don't you?"
THAT is neither here nor there.
What we are discussing at present is
the departments attitude toward your
enterprise. l shall be exceeding my
instructions II I make that attitude
friendly to the detriment Of my own
work"
The new resident manager sat back
In his chair and chewed his cigar re-
,fectively, staring up at the log beam.
ing of the Office ceiling.
You're just Hike all the other gov
eminent men I've ever had to do busi-
ness with. Brouillard; pig-headed, OBJ
stinate, blind as bats to their own in
terests. I didn't especially want to
begin by knocking you into line, but
I guess it'll have to be done. guess
the best way to get you is to send =
little wire to Washington. How does
that strike your
II haven't the slightest interest in
what you may do or fail to d." said
Brouillard.
But you have made the plans for
this power plant, haven't you"
YES; and they are the property Of
the department. II you want them
I'll turn them over to you upon
proper order from headquarters"
That's little more like it. Where
did you say I'd find your wire ofice!"
Brouillard gave the information. and
as Hosford went out Grislow came in
and took his place at the mapping
table.
"Glad you got back in time to save
my life," he remarked pointedly. with
q shy glance at his chief. He's been
blowing burrows up and down my little
potato patch all day"
"Humph! Digging for information,
/ suppose?" grunted Brouillard.
"Just that; and he's been getting it,
too. Not out Of me, particularly, but
out Of everybody. Also. he was willing
to impart q little. We're in for the
time Of our lives, Victor"
Il know it." was the grabbed reaoin-
der.
you don't know the tenth part Of
It," asserted the photographer slowly.
IT'S modest name. The Nfquoia I'm
provement company but it is going
to be like charity-covering multi
tude Of sins. Do you know what that
plank-faced organiser has got up his
sleeve7 He is going to build US q
neat, up-todate little city right here
In the middle Of our midst. II hadn't
made him believe that was only .
craftsman, he would have had me out
with . transit, running the lines for
the streets"
"A city?-in this reservoir bottom!
I guess not. He was only stringing
you to kill time, Grizzly"
Don't you fool YOURSELF" ex.
claimed the mapmaker. Hes got the
plans in his grip. We're going to be
on little reservation set apart for US
by the grace of God and tho kind
ness Of those promoters. The remain
der Of the valley is laid of into cute
little squares and streets, with every
thing named and numbered, ready to
be listed in the brokers Offices. You