The Pulaskian., 1916-04-14
CHAPTER xIv-continued.

T didn't know you could be so con- vincing," was Miss Genevieve's con- ment Tt was splendid! Nobody will ever believe that you are going to go on building your dam and threatening to drown us, after this.'
 What did I say?" queried Brouil- lard, having, at the moment, only the haziest possible idea of what he had said.
 "As if you didn't know!" she laughed. You congratulated every body. And the funny thing about it is that you didn't say a single word about the Niquoia dam."
 Didn't I? That shows how com pletely your father has converted me, how helplessly am carried along on the torrent of events''
 But you are not" she said accus- ingly. Deep down in your inner con- sciousness you don't believe little bit in Mirapolis You are only playing the game with the rest of us, MT. Brouil- lard"
 German, MT. Cortwright's ablest trumpeter in the real-estate booming, was holding the plaza crowd spell bound with prophetic outlining of the Mirapolitan future.
 In the middle distance and back grounding the buildings on the oppo- site side of the plaza, rose the false work of the great dam-a standing for est of sawed timbers, whose afternoon shadows were already pointing like a many-fingered fate toward the city of the plain. But, though the face of the speaker was toward the shadowing for est, his words ignored it. "The snow capped Timayonis," "the mighty Chi gringo," and the golden-veined slopes of Jacks mountain" all came in for eu- logistic mention; but the massive wall of concrete, with it's bristling parapet of timbers had no part in the orators famboyant descriptive.
 Brouillard loved Amy Massingale with a passion which, however blind it might be on the side of the higher moralities, was still keen-sighted enough to assure him that every plunge he made in the Mirapolitan whirlpool was sweeping him farther away from her.
 He had transferred the power com pany's stock, minus single share to cover his official standing on the power company's board, to Cartwright, and had opened an account at the Nj quoia National. The ninety-nine thou sand nine hundred dollars had since grown by speculative accretions to the rounded eighth of million which all f1nanciers agree in calling the stepping stone to fortune.
 He had regarded this money-was still regarding it-as loan; his lever with which to pry out something which he could really call his own. But more and more possession and use were dull ing the keen edge of accountability and there were moments of insight when the grim irony of taking the price of honor to pay an honor debt forced itself upon him. At such mo- ments he plunged more recklessly, in one of them taking stock in gold dredge company which was to wash ~Ao66OJo 0y tAC WAO1CodlO OuI VI tAO Quadjenai bend, in another buying yet other options In the newest suburb of Mirapolis.
 With the waning of the day of cele- brations the temper of the street throngs was changing. It is only the people of the Latinized cities who can take the carnival spirit lightly; in other blood liberty grows to license and the thin veneer of civilized re- straints quickly disappears. From early dawn the saloons and dives had been adding fuel to the flames, and light-heartedness and good-natured horseplay were giving way to sardonic humor and brutality.
 In the short faring through the