The Huttig news., 1916-06-10

| iiShl lieiC ID IClls hS OIuEItu, SHdD- ping out his commands to his staff while he was filling tho magazine of l bis Winchester. Puddle what mate rial there is in the forms, dump the telpher buckets where they stand, and | clean cut the mixers; that's the size ! of the job, and it's get to be done Jump to it. Grizzy, ycu and Haadley, aGd we'll try to fill your gangs the 1 best way We can"
 You'll 5e up on the stagings your self, won't you?" asked Grislow, strug- gling into his working coat
 After bit. Tn going down to the l lawer avenue to turn out the crooks and diamond wearers. It's time they were learning how to earn an honest dollar"
 You'll get yourself killed up" grum- hled LeshingtCn. Work is the one thing you woa't get cut of that crowd.
 Watch ne" raspea tte chief, and ha was gone as soon as he had said it.
 Strange things and strenuous hap peEed in tke lower end Of the Mi qu1ia valley during the few hours of daylight that reGai,.et., First, climb ing reryously to the 2uaGlers' staging on the great cam, and leG by Poodles himself, canae the MetropGle quota of walters, sculli3ns, cooks and porters, willing but skill-less. After them, and kerded by Leshiagton, came dapper crew of office -cea and clerks to snatch up the pudding spades ard to soil their clothes and blister their haads ia emptying the concrete buckets MT. CGrtwright's contribution came as a dropping fire; handful of tree-cut.ers from the sawnills. a few picked up here and there in the deserted town, an automobile load of power-company employees shot down from tEe gener- ating plant at racing speed
 Last, but by TO means least in num- bers, came the human dereliets from the lower avenue; men in freck.coats; men in cowboy jeans taking it as huge joke; men with foreign faces and lowering brows and with strange oaths in their mouths; and behind the mot ley throng and marshaling it to a quickstep. 8rouillard and Fig Smith It was hot work and heavy for the strangely assorted crew, and BreGi,. lard drove it to the limit, brib;ng. ca- j.ling or threatening, patrellirg the Sng line of staging to encoura go tho awkward puddlers, or side-stepptng swiftly to the mixers to bring back a detachment of skulkers at the rifles muzzle. And by nightfall tke thing was done. with the loss reduced to minimum and the makeshift laborers dropping out in squads and groups, some laughing, some swearing, and all too weary and toiI=worn to be danger ous. Give us job if we come back tomorrow, Mir. Brouillard?" called out the king of the gamblers in passing; and the cry was taken up by others in grim jest.
 Thus endeth the first lesson," said Grislow, when the engineering corps was reassembling at the headquarters | preparatory to descent upon the sup per table. But Brouillard was dumb and haggard, and when he had hung his rifle and cartridge belt on their pegs behind his desk, he went out, leaving unbroken the silence which had greeted his entrance.
 'The boss is taking it pretty hard" said young Griffith to no one in par ticular, and it was Leshington who took him up savagely and invited him to hold his tongue.
 "The least said is the soonest mended-at a funeral" was the form the first assistants rebuke took. You j take my advice and don't mess or meddle with the chief until he's had time to work this thing out of his sys- tefn."
 The shouts of the mob were ringing in Brouillard's ears when he strode de- jectedly into the deserted maproom, and the cries were rising with a new note and in fresher frenzies little later when Grislow came in. The hy drographer's blue eyes were hard and his voice had tang of bitterness in it when he said Well you've done 1t. Three men have just come in with a double handful of nuggets, and Mirap- olis makes it's bow to the world at large as the newest and richest of the gold camps"
 Brouillard had been bumped over his desk. end he sprang up with cry like that of wounded animal.
 HIt cant be; Grizzy. I tell you it cant bet Steve Massingale planted that gold that I washed out-played me for fool to get me to work for the railroad. 1 didn't know it until until"
 Until Amy Massingale told you about it this afternoon" cut in the mapmaSer shrewdly. That's all right. The bar Steve took you to was barren enough: they tell me that every cubic foot of it has been washed over in dishpans ana skillets in the past few hours But you know the big bend op- posite the Quadjenai hills the river has built that bend out of it's own washngs, and the bulletin over at the Spotlight office says that the entire peninsula is one huge bank of gold bearing gravel"
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