The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-03-23
THE CITY OF ;
|6yFRANCI0 lYNDE -
ILLUSTRATIONS by C.D.RH0DE5 :.

been adding fuel to the flames, ant
light.heartedness and gocd-naturel
horseplay we're giving way to sardoni
hGmor and brutality.
In the short faring through thu
crowded street from the plaza TO thu
Metropole corner Brouillard saw anC
heard things TO make his blood boil
Twice before he reached Bongras' caf,
entrance the engineer shouldered his
way TO the rescue of some badgered
nucleus OF excursionists, and in each
instance there were frightened women
10 be hurriedly spirited away TO the
nearest place of seclusion and safety
II was in front of Bongras' thai
! Brouillard came upon Rev. Hugh Cast.
ner, the hot-hearted young zealot who
| had been flung into Mirapolis on the
crest of the tidal wave OF mining ex'
element Though Hosford-who had
| not been effaced. as Mr.. Cartwright
/ had promised he should be-and the
men OF his clique called the young
missionary a meddlesome visionary,
he stood in the stature of a man, and
lower Chigringo avenue loved him and
swore by him now and then when some
poor soul, hastily summoned. was to
be eased of into eternity.
When Brouillard caught sight of him
Cashier was looking out over the
seething street caldron from his com
manding height of six feet of athletic
man stature, his strong face a mask
of bitter humiliation and concern.
"Brouillard, this is simply hideous!"
he exclaimed. IF this devils carnival
goes on until nightfall we shall have a
revival of the old Roman Saturnalia
at it's worst!" Then. with swift blow
at the heart of the matter: You're
the man I've been wanting to see; you
are pretty close in with the Cartwright
junta-is II true that free whisky has
been dealt cut to the crowd over the
bar in the Niquoia building?"
Brouillard said that he did not know,
which was true, and that he could not
believe it possible. which was not true.
THE Cartwright people are as anxious
10 have the celebration pass off peace
ably as even you can be-" he assured
the young missionary, trying to but
tress the thing which was not true.
when riot comes in at the door, bust.
ness flies out at the window; and,
after all. this feast of hurrahs is mere
ly another bid for business"
But Cashier was shaking his head. |
81 cant answer for Mr.. Cartwright
personally. He and Handley and
Schermerhorn and few of the others
seem to stanFfor responsibility of a /
sort. But, Mr. Brouillard. | want to
tell you this: somebody in authority |
is grating upon the vice of this com
munity, not only today but all the
time"
THE community is certainly vicious |
enough to warrant any charge you can
make" admitted Brouillard. Then he .
changed the topic abruptly Have you |
seen Miss Massingale since noon?"
Yes; | saw her with Smith, the
cattleman. at the other end of the ave
nue. about an hour ago"
"Heavens!" gritted the engineer.
Didn't Smith know better than to
take her down there at such a time as
this?"
The young missionary was frowning
thoughtfully Il think 1t was the
other way about Her brother has been
drinking again, and took it for grant
ed that she and Smith were looking
for him"
Brouillard buttoned his coat and
pulled his soft hat over his eyes.
"I'm going to look for her." he said.
"Will you come slong?"
Cashier nodded, and together they
put their shouldersSo the crowd Again
and again the engineer and his com,
panion had to intervene by word and
blow to protect the helpless in the
gibe-fiinging crush. and
In these sallies Cashier bore his part
like a man. expostulating first and hit.
ting out afterward in fashion that
left no doubt in the mind of his antag.
onist of the moment.
1T was little less than a crime to
turn your laborers loose on the town
on such an occasion as this, said Cast
ner. dealing out his words as frankly
and openly as he did his blows.
Brouillsrd shrugged.
IF | hadn't given them the day
hey would have taken Il without leave
Youll have TO pass the responsibility
on to someone higher up"
The militant one accepted the chal
enge promptly.
1T lies ultimately at the door of
hose whose insatiate greed has built
this new Gomorrah in the shadow of
your dam" He wheeled suddenly and
flung a long arm toward the half-fn-
shed structure filling the gap between
the western shoulders of Chigringo
and Jacks mountain. There stands
the proof of Gods wisdom in hiding
the future from mankind. Mr. Brouil-
lard Because a little section of hu-
manity here behind that great wall
knows the end of its hopes, and the
manner and time of that end it be-
comes demon-ridden, irreclaimable!"
At another time the engineer might
have felt the force of the tersely elo-
quent summing up of the accusation
against the Mirapolitar attitude. But I