The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-05-26

they would have taken II without leave
You'll have TO pass the responsibility
on TO someone higher up"
The militant one accepted the chal- |
lenge promptly.
1T lies ultimately at the door OF |
those whose insatiate greed has built |
this new Gomorrah in the shadow or |
youEAdam" He wheeled suddenly and |
flung a long arm toward the hslf-fin- |
ished 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 thst end. il 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 Mirapolitan attitude. But
now he was looking anxiously for Amy
Massingale or her escort, or both OF
them.
Surely Smith wouldn't let her stay
down here a minute longer than IL
took 10 get her away" he said impa-
tiently as n pair OF drunken Cornish
men reeled out OF Haley's place and
usurped the sidewalk. Where was IL
you saw them. Castner?"
They were in front OF 'Pegleg
Johns in the next block. Miss Mas
singale was waiting for Smith. who
was just coming out OF Pegleg's den
shaking his head. / put two and two
together and guessed they were look.
ing for Stephen"
IF they went there Miss Amy had
her reasons. Let's try IL" said Brouil-
lard, and he was halfway across the
street when Castner overlook him.
There was a dance hall next door TO
Pegleg Johns barrel house and gam
bling rooms, and. though the daylight
was still strong enough TO make the
orgy was in full swing, the raucous
changing of a piano and the shuttle
and stamp OF many feet drowning the
monotonous cries OF the sidewalk
barker" who was inviting all and
sundry TO enter and join the dancers.
Castner would have stopped to ques'
I, tion the "barker"-was, in fact, trying
to make himself heard-when the
sharp crash of a pistol shot dominated
the clamor OF the piano and the stamp
ing feet. Brouillard made quick dash
for the open door of the neighboring
barrel house, and Castner was so good
second that they burst in as one
man.
The dingy interior of Pegleg Johns.
which was merely a barrel-lined vesti-
bule leading to the gambling rooms
beyond, staged tragedy. A handsome
young giant, out OF whose face sudden
agony had driven the brooding pas.
sion of intoxication, lay. loose-fung,
on the sawdust-covered floor, with
Amy Massingale kneeling in stricken
fearless misery beside him. Almost
within arms reach Van Bruce Cort
wright, the slayer, was wrestling stub
bornly with Tig Smith and the fat
armed barkeeper, who were trying to
disarm him, his heavy face mask OF
irresponsible rage and his lips bub
bling imprecations.
Turn me loose" he gritted. 'I'll fix
him so he won't give the governors
snap away! He'll pipe the story OF
the Coronida grant off to the papers
not if kill him till he's too dead 10
bury. l guess"
Castner ignored the wrestling three
and dropped quickly on his knees be
side Stephen Massingale, bracing the
misery-stricken girl with the needed
word OF hope and directing her in low
tones how to help him search for the
wound.
But Brouillard hurled himself with
an oath upon young Cortwright, and II
was he, and neither the cattleman nor
the fat-armed barkeeper, who wrenched
the weapon out of Cortwrights grasp
and with 1t menaced the babbling mur
dprar into eiienpa