Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-06-06

It waS rather awkwardly done, ana
somehow Brouillard could not help,
fancying that Mr.. Cartwright could
have done 1t better. Z. But when tho
unquenchable beauty stripped her
gauntlet and gave him her hand, with
. dazzling smile and a word Of &C.
knowledgment which was not Dor.
rowed from her fathers ELUSIVE vo-
cabulary. he straightway fell into an
other pit Of triteness and his saving
first impressions Of Mr.. J. Wesley Cort-
wnght's character began to fade.
I'm immensely interested" was
Miss Cortwright's comment on the out
lining Of the reclamation project. do
you mean to say that real farms with.
green things growing on them can be
made out Of that frightful desert we
drove over yesterday afternoon!"
Brouillard smiled and plunged fatu-.
ousiy. "Oh. yes: the farms are AZ
ready there. Nature made them, you
know; she merely forgot to arrange
for their watering" He was going on
to tell about tho exhaustive expert
ments the department Of agriculturof
t,e1uorts had been making upon tho
Buckskin soils when the gentleman
whose name had once figured upon!
countless thousands of Lard packages
cut in.
"Mr. Brouillard, how far Is It up to-
where you are going to build your.
dam"
IN be glad to show you the way II,
you care to try" Brouillard offered;
and the tentative invitation was
promptly accepted. y,
The transfer of viewpoints from the
lower end OF the canyon to the upper
was effected without incident, save at
its beginning, when the father would
have called down to the young man
who had waded ashore and was. drying
himself before the campfire. VAN
Bruce won't care to co." the daughter
FASTENED to say; and Brouillard. whosei
gift 1t was to be able to pick out and
identify the human derelict at long,
range, understood perfectly we'll the,
reason for the young woman's hastyl
Interruption. Ono result Of the sue
cessfully marketed lard packages was
very plainly evident in the dissipatedl
face and hangdog attitude Of the mar
keter's son. e,
Conversation tagged on the climb
from the Buckskin level to that OF the
reservoir valley; but when they
reached the pine tree of the anchored
blueprints at the upper portal, Mr..
Cartwright recovered his breath SUM-
GENTLY to gasp his appreciation Of thei
prospect and its possibilities.
why, good goodness. Mr.. Brouii-i
lard. it's practically all done for you!"l
he wheezed, taking in the level. nouns
tain-inclosed valley with an appraisivei
eye-sweep. What will you do?-buildI
your dam right here and take out your
canal through the canyon! Is that the.
plan7"
Brouillard nodded and went q little
further into details, showing how the
inward-srching barrier would be an
chored into the two opposing mountain
buttresses.
"And the structure itself-how high
10 It to BET"
Two hundred feet above the spill
way apron foot; concrete and steel"
"Then you are going to need Port
land cementa whole lot Of it. Where
will you get It? And how will you get
It here?"
Brouillard smiled inwardly at the
pork packers suddenly awakened in-
terest in the technical ways and
| means. His four years in the desert
had taken him out Of touch with q
money-making world, and this momen-
tary contact with one Of its successful
devotees was illuminating.
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