The Delta independent., 1916-04-14

have been able to reach by phone
seems to have seen him after that
Il can bring the record down to two
o'clock" was the quick reply He ate
with me at Bongras' and afterward |
walked with him as far as the bank.
And l can cure part of the first worry
all of it, in fact; he had the money
TO take up the Cartwright notes, and
when / left him he was on his way to
Hardwick's window to do it,
He had the money? Where did he
get it?"
Brouillard put his back against
porch post, a change Of position which
kept the light of the street electric
from shining squarely upon his face.
1T has been another of the get-rich-
quick days in Mirapolis." he said
evasively. Somebody told me that the
corner opposite Poodles' was bought
and sold three times within single
hour and that each time the price was
doubled"
And you are trying to tell me that
father made hundred thousand dol
lars just in those few hours by buying
and selling Mirapolis lots? You don't
know him. Victor. He is totally lack
ing the trading gift. He has often said
that he couldn't stand on a street cor
ner and sell twenty-dollar gold pieces
at nineteen dollars apiece-nobody
would buy of him"
Nevertheless, l am telling you that
he had the money to take up those
notes." Brouillard insisted. q saw it
in his hands,
She stood fairly in the beam of the
street light. The violet eyes were
misty, and in the low voice there was
note of deeper trouble.
You say you saw the money in IA
TIERS hands; tell me. Victor, did you
see him pay it into the bank?"
Why, no; not the final detail But,
as say. when left him he was on his
way to Hardwicks window"
Again she turned away. but this time
1t was to dart into the house. A min
ute later she had rejoined him. and the
coat and the pinning on of the quaint
cowboy riding hat.
Il must go and find him." she said
with quiet resolution. will you go
with me, Victor? Perhaps that is why
1.-The subconscious I-called you lit
tie while ago. Let's not wait for the
Quadjenai car. I'd rather walk, and
we'll save time"
From the moment of outsetting the
young woman's purpose seemed clear
ly defined. BY the shortest way she
indicated the course to the avenue.
and at the Metropole corner she turned
unhesitatingly to the northward-to-
ward the region of degradation.
As was to be expected after the day
of frantic speculation and quick money
changing. the lower avenue was ablaze
with light, the sidewalks were passes
Of peril, and the saloons and dives
were reaping a rich harvest. Luckily,
Brouillard was well known. and his
| position as chief of the great army OF
| government workmen purchased some.
thing like immunity for himself and
his companion. But more than once he
was on the point of begging the young
woman to turn back for her own sake
The quest ended unerringly at the
door of Haley's place. and when David
Massingales daughter made as IL she
would go in, Brouillard protested
quickly.
mo. Amy" he said firmly. you
mustn't go in there. Let me take you
around to the Metropole. and then I'll
come back alone"
Il have been in worse places" she
returned in low tones. And then, with
her voice breaking TREMENDOUSLY: BE
my good friend Just little longer, Vic.
| tori"
He took her arm and walked her
into the garishly-lighted bar-room,
bracing himself militantly for what
might happen. But nothing happened
Dissipation of the western variety sci.
dom sinks below the level of a certain
rude gallantry. quick to recognize the
good and pure in womankind. Instant.