The Huttig news., 1916-07-15

IF, said Anson on the day in the third week when the army of government laborers began to strip the final forms from the top of the great wall which now united the two mountain shoul- ders and completely overshadowed and dominated the dismantled town. If the avenue would only take it's hunch and go, the agony would be over''
 But Brouillard was dubious. The avenue, more particularly the lower avenue, constituted the dregs Bongras whom Brouillard had promised to in- demnify. stayed; some of the shop keepers stayed for the chance of squeezing the final trading dollar out of the government employees; the sa loonkeepers stayed to man, and the dives were still running full blast chiefly now on the wages of the gov ernment force.
 Tt will be worse before it is better" was the young chiefs prediction, and the foreboding verified itself that night. Looting of more or less brazen sort had been going on from the first. and by nine o'clock of the night of prediction a loosely organized mob of drink-maddened terrorists was drifting from street to street, and there were 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. It was little enough; and by ten o'clock the amateur policing of the city had reduced itself to 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.
 "I said I wanted to be in at the death, and for few minutes tonight I 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 a question: When is this little hell-on-earth going to be finally extin- guished, Victor?"
 Instead of answering, Brouillard put a question of his own: Did you know that Cartwright and Sehermerhorn and Judge Williams came back this eve ming, Harlan?"
 q did" said the newspaper man. ''rhey are registered at the Metropole as large as life"
 Whats up?'
 That is what I'd like to know. There's a bunch of strangers at the 1 Metropole, too, sheriff's 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. I wish we could clean the slate and all go home."
 'It 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 a date.'
 "It is the day after tomorrow, at noon."
 The owner of the Spotlight nodded .fTo CaI thing on skids. even the presses. Au revoir-or perhaps one should say, Au reservoir"
 Fresh shoutings and 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 loomed against the somber background of Jacks noun. tain.
 "Senseless savages!" he muttered and then went back to the editor. q don't like this Cartwright reappear ance, Harlan I wish l knew what il means"
 Lets see," said the newsman thoughtfully; what is there worth ldkliS lHdt they uiun tdke III the sauve qui peut? By Jove-say! Did old David Massingale get out of J. Wesley's clutches before the lightning struck?"
 T 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 I told you We'll. had Massingale, as president call 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 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 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