Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-06-24
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Brouillard said that he did not know.
which war true. and that he could not
believe It possible. which was not true.
This Cartwright people are as anxious
to have the celebration paes 81 peace.
ably a. even you can be, he assured
the young missionary, trying to but
tress the thing which was not true.
When riot comes in at the door, busi.
ness hies out 1t the window; and,
after all, this feast Of hurrahs II mere
" another bid for business"
But Cashier was shaking his head.
Il can't answer for Mr.. Cartwright
personally. He and Handley and
schermerhorn and : few Of the others
seem to stand for respectability Of q
sort. But. Mr.. Brouillard, l want TO-
tell you this: somebody In authority
is grating upon the vice Of this com.
munity, not only today bVt all the,
time"
THE community 10 certainly vicious
enough to warrant any charge you can
make" admitted Brouillard. Then he
changed the topic abruptly: Have you
seen Miss Massingale since noon?"
Eyes; saw her With Smith, the
cattleman, ct the other end of.the-avo.t
nue. about an hour ago." n,
Heavens" gritted the engineer
Didn't Smith know better than to
take her down there at such time asi.
thisf"
The young missionary was frowning
thoughtfully. Il think It was the
other way about. Her brother has been
drinking again, and took II for grant
ed that she and Smith were looking
for him"
Brouiliard buttoned his cost and
pulled his soft hat over his eyes.
I'm going to look for her. he said.
Twill you come along u Is. Z.
Cashier nodded, and together they
put their shoulders to tho crowd. Again
and again the engineer and his com.
panion had to intervene by word and,
blow to protect the helpless In the,
half-drunken, gibe-dinging crush, and,
in these sallies Cashier bore his part
like man. expostulating first and hit,
ting out afterward in . fashion that
left no doubt in the mind OF his antags
onist Of the moment. e#s
1T was little less than . crime to,
turn your laborers loose on the town.
on such an occasion az this, " said Cast
ner, dealing cit his words as frankiyh
and openly rs he did his blows.
Brouillard shrugged.
III I hadn't given them then
they would have taken it without Id
You'll have to pass the Responsible
on to someone higher up"
The militant one accepted the chaI
lenge promptly.
1T lies ultimately at the door Of
those whose insatiate greed has built
this new Gomorrah In the shadow Of,
your dam" He wheeled suddenly and
flung q long arm toward the half.dn.l
ished structure filling the gap between
the western shoulders OF Chigrinsoa
and Jacks mountain. There stands
the proof OF Gods wisdom In hiding;
tho future from mankind. Mr.. BrOuil-t
ard. Because . little section OF hui
mainly here behind that great vail
knows the end of it, hopes, and the
manner and time Of that end. II. bel
comes demon-ridden. irreclaimabls!"
At another time the engineer miEht
have felt the force Of the tersely elo-
quent summing up OF the accusation
against the Metropolitan 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 . minute longer than II
took to get her away. he said impa-
tiently as pair Of drunken Cornish.
men reeled out of Haley's place and
usurped the sidewalk. Where was IL
you saw them, Cashier"
They we're In front Of 'PsglegI
Johns in the next block Miss Mas
singale was waiting for Smith, who
was just coming out Of Pegleg's dem
shaking his head. put two and two
together and guessed they were look
ing for Stephen" f.
If they went there Miss Amy had,
her reasons. Let's try IT," said Brouil-l
lard, and he was halfway across the.
street when Cashier overlook him.
There was dance hall next door to
Pegleg Johns barrel house and gam,
bling rooms, and. though the daylight,
was still strong enough to make the.
electrics garishfy Unnecessary, the
orgy was in full swing, the raucoust
changing of piano and the shum0l
and stamp Of many feet drowning the
monotonous cries of the sidewalk
barker" who was inviting al and
sundry to enter and join the dancers.
Cashier would have stopped to quss.i
ton the "barker'-was. In fact, trying
to make himself heard-when the
sharp crash of 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 Cashier was % good
q second that they burst In - one
man.
The dingy interior Of Pegleg Johns.
which was merely barrel-lined vesti-i
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 medication. lay, loose.6ung,
on the sawdust-covered floor, with
Amy Massingale kneeling In stricken,
fearless misery beside him. Almost
within arms reach Van Bruce Cort-
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