The Green Forest tribune., 1916-07-07

eoNeieu mat they had not knoun hin,
 at all Even to Grislow and the mon
 ol ms staff he was curt, crisnlv mapdo-
 tory, almost brutal. For one and al,
 there was rarely anything beyond the
 shotllKe sentence: Drive if mon
 oriVe it; that's what you're here for,
 drive it" 'ioi0 Aoi
 The time he took to eat his burried
 meals at Songras could he measured
 ln minutes, and what hours he gave
 to sieep no man knew, since he was
 'ne last to leave the headauarters at
 hlght and the first on the work in ina
 morning. Twice, after the renewed
 activities on the great wall had ha-
 come well-ordered race against time. ana the concrete was pouring into the hlgh forms in steady streams from the ranked batteries of mixers, Mir. Cort- wright had sent for BrouilIard. and on each occasion the messenger had gone
 pack with the brief word: Too busy during working hours. And when q third messenger came to inquire what MT. Brouillard's working hours were. the equally blunt answer returned was All the time"
 In the face of such discouragements MT. Cartwright was constrained to pocket his dignity as mayor, as the potentate of the exchanges, and as the unquesti0nable 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 of the sacred reservation and made his way to the door of the log-built mapping room.
 q came arc md to see what is eating you these days" was the pudgy tyrant's greeting for the young man sitting under the shaded desk lamp. Why don't you drop in once in a while and give me the run of things"
 q gave your clerk the reason" ;" said Brouillard laconically. I'm too busy. .
 "The devil you are!" snapped the great man, finding the only armchair in the room and dropping heavily into 1 it. Since when?"
 Since the first time you sent for me-and before"
 MT. Cartwright recovered his work ing geniafty only with palpable eff fort
 See here, Brouillard, you know you never make any money by being short with me- Let's drop it and get down to business What I wanted to say is that you gre eysgIaAa9sSsxaT Tai: s. 1oa VI v, tlne oiI too much stean sn [ last brought e5 sl.o, s5}ie hcre yoa'L..siehng on?"
 I'm listening" was the noncommit- tai reply.
 Well, enough's enough, and too much of good thing scalds the hog before you're ready to dress it and cut it up. It's all right for you to run men in here by the trainload and scatter lem out over your scaffolding more the merrier, and it's good for the town-but you needn't sweat the last shovelful of hurry out of them the way you're doing. It won't do to get your job finished too soon."
 Before congress convenes. you mean?" suggested Brouillard.
 That's just what l mean. String it out. Make it last"
 Brouillard sat back in his pivot chair and began to play with the paper knife.
 And if I don't choose to string it out'-if 1 even confess that l am strain ing every nerve to do this thing that you don't want me to do-what then, Mr. Cortwright?"
 The quiet retort jolted the stocky man in the armchair as if it had been l a blow. But he recovered quickly.
 I've been looking for that" he said | with nervous twinkling of the little gray eyes. You've no business being out of business, Brouillard. If you'd quit pudding sand and cement and lit tie rocks together and strike your gait right in ten years you'd be the richest man this side of the mountains. I'll be open-handed with you: This time you've got us where we can't wiggle We've got to have more time. How much is it going to cost us?"
 Brouillard shook his head slowly.
 Odd as it may seem to you. I'm out ,f your market this time, MT. Cort- out of it.
 "Oh, no, you're not. You've got property to sell-a good bit of it. We ,an turn it for you at a figure that yill-"
 "No; you are mistaken" was the uick reply. T have no property in Iirapolis. am merely squatter on overnment land, like everyone else ' n the Niquoia valley" , For heavens sake" the promoter ,urst out. Whats got into you? Don't you go around trying to stand hat corpse on it's feet; it's dead one, tell you! The Coronida titles are all ight!" "Tbere are no Coronida titles. You ave known it all along, and l know it ( now. I have it straight from the bu- I ,au of land statistics. in a letter from I
 man who knows. The nearest ' oundary of the old Spanish grant is D atigo peak. ten miles south of Chi t rinpo The department knows this nd is prepared to prove it. And in " 10 vorv beginning you and your asso- W ates were warned that you could not ,ouire homestead or other rights in u le Niquoia." a eT,et it go!" snapped the gray-eyed e no of the pack. We've got to get if alive and we're going to get out u i've Whats your price?" a CT have answered that question once. al # I11 make it little plainer If you D