Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-06-30
BY FRANCIS LYNDE

was Ine young CHIEFS prediction, and
the foreboding verified itself that
night. Looting of more or less brazen
ssrt had been going on from the first.
and by nine o'clock of the night of
prediction a loosely organized mob of
drll'k-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. II
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.
said | wanted to be in at the
death, and for few minutes tonight |
thought | was going to be" he told
Brouillard, when the engineer had
posted his guards and had climbed the
stair to the editorial office. Then he
asked question: When is this little
hell-on-earth going to be finally extin-
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"
What's up?"
That is what I'd like to know.
There's a bunch of strangers at the
| Metropole. too, sheriffs 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 refectively. This
! thing is getting on my nerve, old man.
l wish we could clean the slate and all
80 home"
ct is going to be cleaned. Notices
will be posted tomorrow warning
everybody that the waste-gates will be
closed promptly on the date adver
/ tised."
when is It? Things have been re
volving too rapidly TO let me remember
such trivial item as date"
'It is the day after tomorrow. al
noon"
The owner of the Spotlight nodded
Let her go, Gallagher. I've got every
thing on skids, even the presses. Az
revoir-or perhaps one should say, Al
reservoir"
Fresh shoutings and a cracking OF
pistols arose in the direction of the
plaza and Brouillard got up and went
to a window. The red glow of other
house burnings doomed against the
somber background of Jacks noun
tain.
'Senseless savages," he muttered
and then went back to the editor 81
don't like this Cartwright reappear
ance. Harlan. | wish / knew what II
means"
Lets see," said the newsman
thoughtfuIly; what is there worth
taking that they didn't take in the
sauve qui peut? BY Jove-say! Did
old David Massingale get out of ].
Wesley's clutches before the lightning
struck"
81 wish | could say Yes and be sure
of IT," was the sober reply. you knew
about the thieving stock deal, or what
you didn't know l told you. Well. |
had Massingale. as president, call a
meeting of directors-which never
met. Afterward. acting under legal
advice, he went on working the mine,
and he's been working it ever since.
shipping a good bit of ore now and
then, when he could squeeze it in be-
tween the getaway trains. OF course,
there is bound to be a future of some
sort; but that is the present condition
of affairs
"How about those notes in the bank?
Wasn't Massingale personally involved
in some way?"
Brouillard bounded out of his chair
as if the question had been a point
blank pistol shot.
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