Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1916-06-02


high forms in steady streams from the
ranked batteries of mixers. Mr.. Cort-
wright had sent for Brouillard, and on
each occasion the messenger had gone
back with the brief word: TOO busy
during working hours" And when
third messenger came to inquire what
Mr.. Brouillard's working hours were'
the equally blunt answer returned was;
"All the time"
In the face of such discOuragements
Mr. Cortwright was constrained to
pocket his dignity as mayor. as the
potentate of the exchanges, and as
the unquestionable master of the surly
young industry captain who refused
to come when he was called. and to go
in person. Choosing the evening hour
when he had been assured that he was
likely to find Brouillard alone and at
work, he crossed the boundaries or the
sacred reservation and made his way
to the door of the log-built mapping
room.
81 came around to see what is eating
you these days." was the puogy
tyrant's greeting for the young man
sitting under the shaded desk lamp.
why don't you drop in once IN
while and give me the run of things
'T gave your clerk the reason sala
Brouillard laconically. I'm too ousy.
"The devil you arel" snapped the
great man, finding the only armchair
in the room and dropping heavily into
it. "Since when7"
"Since the first time you sent for
me-and before"
Mr.. Cortwright recovered his work
ing geniality only with a paipable ef-
fort.
"See here, Brouillard, you know you
never make any money by being short
with me. Let's drop 1t and get down
to business. What l wanted to say is
that you are OVERRIDING it; you are put
ting on too much steam. You've
brought the boom, all right, but at
the pace you're setting it won't last
long enough. Are you catching onf
"Tm listening" was the noncommit
tai reply.
well, enough's enough, and toe
much of a good thing scalds the hog
before you're ready to dress it and cut
It UP. It's all right for you to run mer
in here by the trainload and scatter
'em out over your scaffolding-
more the merrieryand it's good for the
town-but you needn't sweat the last
shovelful of hurry out of them the way
you're doing. 1t won't do to get youl
job. finished too soon."
Before congress convenes. yoJ
mean?" suggested Brouillard.
That's just what mean. String Il
out. Make it last"
Brouillard sat back in his pivot chail
and began to play with the paper
knife.
And If don't choose to string 1
out'-if even confess that l am strain
ing every nerve to do this thing tina
you don't want me to do-what then
Mr.. Cortwright?%
} The quiet retort jolted the stock,
, man in the armchair as If it had beel
a blow. But he recovered quickly.
I've been looking for that" he sal,
with nervous twinliing of the littl
gray eyes. You've no business bein
out of business, Brouillard. If YOU
I quit pudding sand and cement and Iii
| tie rocks together and strike your gai
right in ten years you'd be the riches
man this side of the mountains. r
be open-handed with you: This tim
| you've got US where we can't wiggl,
We've got to have more time. Ho,
4 much is 1t going to cost us?"
Brouillard, shook his head slowly,
"Odd as 1t may seem to you, I'm OF
i of your market this time. Mr.. Cor
| wright-quite out of it."
"Oh, no, you're not. You've gc
property to sell-a good bit of it. W
4 can turn 1t for you at a figure ths
\ will"
Il No; you are mistaken" was Ii
quick reply. Il have no property
| Mirapolis. am merely a squatter c
4 government land, like everyone els
n in the Niquoia valley"
I For heavens sakei" the promot,
| burst out. What's got into yor
Don't you go around trying to-star
that corpse on its feet; it's dead on
y tell you! The Coronida titles are a
J right"
There are no Coronida titles. "
" have known it all along, and know
now. have it straight from the b
reau Of land statistics. in letter fro
man who knows The neare
boundary of the old Spanish grant
IN Latigo peak, ten miles south of Cl
Of gringo. The department knows til
IT. and is prepared to prove it. And
lg the very beginning you and your ass
1g ciates were warned that you could n
be acquire homestead or other rights
ne the Niquoia."
TX Let 1t gol" snapped the gray-ey
OF king Of the pack. We've got to 9
out alive and we're going to get @
m. alive. What's your price?"
in 81 have answered that question on,
ed but I'll make it little palmer If y
VI wish. 1t is beyond your reach; If y
ST. should turn your money-coining sc
les into cash you couldn't pay it this tin
tut Mr.. Cartwright"
Id, That's -boy-talk-play-ra
tie ingl You want something-is it tt
OF damned Massingale business again
as don't own the railroad, but If you thi
tn do, I'll sign anything you want
,ut write to the traffic people. Let M
ce. singale sell his ore and get the mon
na- for it. He'll go gamble it as he
ms yours" .
lon Brouillard looked up under
ex- shaded electric globe and his ha
lad some face wrinkled in a sour smile.
the you are ready to let go, are yoI
lad he said. You are too late. Mr.. F.
old returned from Europe week ago, {
ier- | have a wire saying that tonigl
rst through freight from Brewster is ch
of ly made up of empty ore cars for
ais. Little Susan"
lis The sandy-gray eyes blinked at Il
linn but Mr.. Cartwright was of those v
hen die hard.
da- What said still holds good. N
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