Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-06-08

your birthday, wasn't itr' he re.
marked.
20 suffering Jshu!" gritted Brouil.
lard PEACEFULLY. Are you never going
to forget that senseiess bit of twad-
dle?"
You're, not giving me a chance to
forget it,,' said the mapmaker soberly.
'You told me that night that the
seven-yesr Characteristic was change;
and you're . changed man. Victor, II
ever there was one. Moreover, 1t be-
gan that very night-or the next morn.
ing"
Brouillard laughed.
"All of which Is bad enough, you'd
say. Murray: but It isn't the worst Of
It. lve just run up against another
thing that 10 threatening to raise
merry hell in this valley"
u know said the photographer
slowly. you've been having a seance
with Steve Massingale. Leshington
told me about it,
What did he tell your" Brouillard
demanded half angrily.
"Oh, nothing much; nothing to make
you hot at him. He said he gathered
the notion hat >the young sorehead
was trying to bully you"
He was" was the brittle admission.
See here, Grizzly"
The thing to be seen was a small
buckskin bag which, when opened.
gave up paper packet folded like .
medicine powder. The paper contained
q spoonful of dust and pellets Of metal
Of dull yellow luster.
The photographer drew long
breath and fingered the nuggets,
"Gold-placer gold!" he exclaimed,
and Brouillard nodded and went on to
tell how he had come By the bag and
its contents.
Massingale had an az to grind, Of
course. You! may remember that
Harding talked loosely about the Mas.
sinsale OPPOSITION to the building Of
the dam. There was nothing in II,
The opposition was purely personal,
and it was directed against Harding
himself, with Amy Massingale for the
exciting cause"
That girl?-the elemental brute!"
Gnslow broke In warmly. He knew
the miners daughter fairly well BY
this time. and, In common with every
man on the staff. not excepting the
stairs chief, would have fought for
her in any cause.
Hrouillard nodded. II don't know
what Harding did. but Smith, the Tri.
Angle-Circle foreman, tells me that
Steve was on the warpath; he told
Harding when he left, lest summer,
hat If he ever came back to Niquoia,
he'd come to stay-and stay dead"
Il never did like Harding any too
we'll. was the photographers defini.
i've comment, and Brouillard went
back to the'matter Of the mornings
'eance and its golden outcome.
THAT is only . little side Issue
Steve Massingale came to me this
morning with proposal that was
about % cold.blooded a. Q slap in the
AGO. Naturally. for good business rea,
'ons Of their own, the MsosinSales
vant to see the railroad built over
War Arrow pass into the NiQuoda. In
'ome way Steve has found out that
stand pretty well with President
FORD and the Pacific Southwestern
,eople. His frst break was to offer
o incorporate the Little Susan and
% give me block Of the stock II ia
,ull FoId's leg on the extension prop
,sition.'
"Well?" qIeried Grislow.
Exactly. You can imagine what I
old him. Then he beg4n to bully ana
pulled the club on me-
Again Grislow's smile IVES jocose.
We'll, when I turned him down,
7oung Massingale began to buster
md to say that I'd have to boost the
.ailroad deal, whether wanted to or
lot. l told him he couldn't prove 1t,
and he said he would show me, If I'd
AXE half an hours walk up the valley
With him. You know that long, mar.
'ow sandbar in the river Just below
he mouth of the upper eanyon?"
Grislow nodded.
"That is where we went for the
proof. Massingale dipped up painful
II the bar sand, which he asked me
% wash out for myself did 1t, and
vou have the results there In that pa
per. That bar is comparatively rich
placer dirt"
Good Lord!" calculated the map.
maker. Comparatively rich. you ,sayf
and you washed this spoonful out Of
single PAM"
Keep your head eaid Brouillard
soolly. "MassinKale explained that I
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