The Huttig news., 1916-06-10

laughed You congratulated every body. And the funny thing about it is that you didn't say single word about the Niquoia dam"
 Didn't I? That shows how con- pletely your father has converted me, how helplessly I am carried along on the torrent of events.'
 But you are not" she said accus- ingly. Deep down in your inner con- scousness you don't believe little bit in Mirapolis. You are only playing the game with the rest of us, MT. Brouil- lard"
 German, Mir. Cortwrights ablest trumpeter in the real-estate booming, was holding the plaza crowd spell bound with prophetic outlining of the Mirapolitan future.
 In the middle distance and back grounding the buildings on the oppo- site side of the plaza, rose the false work of the great dam-a standing for est of sawed tin1bers, whose afternoon shadows were already pointing like many-fngered fate toward the city of the plain. But, though the face of the speaker was toward the shadowing for est, his words ignored it. The snow- capped Timayonis," the mighty Chi gringo," and the golden-veined slopes of Jacks mountain" all came in for ed- logistic mention; but the massive wall of concrete, with its bristling parapet of timbers. had no part in the orators famboyant descriptive.
 Brouillard loved Amy Massingale with a passion which, however blind it might be on the side of the higher moralities, was still keeH-sghted enough to assure him that every plunge he made in the MirapOlitan whirlpool was sweeping him farther away from her.
 He had transferred the power con- pany's stock, minus single share to cover his official standing on the power company's board, to Cartwright, and had opened an account at the Ni- quoia National. The ninety-nine thou sand nine hundred dollars had since grown by speculative accretions to the rounded eighth of million which all uHduCteIS dSIcG III CdlllD6 lhG otCppiii6 stone to fortune.
 He had regarded this money-was still regarding it-as loan; his lever with which tc pry out something which he could really call his own. But more and more possession and use were dull- ing the keen edge cf accountability and there were moments of insight when the grim irony of taking the price of honor to pay an honor debt forced itself upon him. At such mo- ments he plunged more recklessiy, Tn one of them taking stock in gold dredge company which was to wash nuggets by the wholesale out of the Quadjenai bend, in another buying yet other options in the newest suburb of Mirapolis
 With the waning of the day of cele- brations the temper of the street throngs was changing It is only the l people of the Latinized cities who can take the carnival spirit lightly; in other blood liberty grows to license and the thin veneer of civilized re- straints quickly disappears. From carry udWH tHe SdItOnS HHu uINeS nou been adding fuel to the flames. and light-heartedness and good-natured horseplay were giving way to sardonic , humor and brutality.
 In the short faring through the crowded street from the plaza to the Metropole corner Brouillard saw and heard things to make his blood boil Twice before he reached Rongras' cafe entrance the enginser shouldered his way to the rescue of some badgered nucleus of excursionsts, and in each instance there were frightened women to be hurriedly spirited away to the nearest place of seclusion and safety
 It was in front of Bongras' that Brouillard came upon Rev. Hugh Cast ner, the hothearted young zealot who had been flung into Mirapolis on the crest of the tidal wave of mining ex- citement Though Hosford-who had not been effaeed, as Mir Cartwright had promised he should be--and the men of his clique called the young missionary a meddlesome visionary, he stood in the stature of man, and lower Chigringo avenue loved him and swore by him now and then when some poor soul, hastily summoned, was to be eased off into eternity.
 When Brouillard caught sight of him Castner was looking out over the seething street caldron from his coin manding height of six feet of athletic man stature. his strong face mask of bitter humiliation and concern.
 "Brouillard. this is simply hideous." he exclaimed. If this devils carnival goes on until nightfall we shall have a revival of the old Roman Saturnalia at its worst!" Then, with swift blow at the heart of the matter: You're the man I've been wanting to see; you are pretty close in with the Cartwright junta-is 1t true that free whisky has been dealt out to the crowd over the bar in the Niquoia building?"
 Brouillard said that he did not know, which was true, and that he could not believe it possible, which was not true. .s1ho ri roonIo arc auxio,,u