The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-02-24

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Man, ! Take It?"
us, of course" he added, and he tried
to say it without making it sound too
much like challenge.
"All right; so much for that part OF
it," said the self-invited guest. Now
for the business end of the deal-why
don't you sit DOWN."
Brouillard planted himself behind
his desk and began to fill his black
ened Office pipe. coldly refusing Hos
ford's tender of cigar.
you were speaking of the business
matter" he suggested bluntly.
Yes. I'd like to go over your plans
for the power dam in the upper can.
yon. If they look good to me I'll adopt
| them"
Il am very far from wishing to
| quarrel with anybody" said Brouillard,
| but his tone belied the words. "At
the same time, if you think we are
| going to do your engineering work,
or any part of it, for you, you are
| pretty severely mistaken. Our own
job is fully big enough to keep us
busy"
You're off," said the big man coolly.
Somebody has bungled in giving you
the dope. You want to keep your job.
don't your"
That is neither here nor there
What we are discussing at present is
the departments attitude toward your
enterprise. l shall be exceeding my
instructions If | make that attitude
friendly to the detriment of my own
work"
The new resident manager sat back
in his chair and chewed his cigar re-
fiectively, staring up at the log beam
ing of the office ceiling.
You're just like all the other gov
eminent men I've ever had to do bust
ness with, Brouillard; pig-headed, OBJ
stinate, blind as bats to their own in
terests. / didn't especially want to
begin by knocking you into line, but
/ guess it'll have to be DONE / guess
the best way to get you is to send
little wire to Washington. How does
tnat SlrlKe you!
Il haven't the slightest interest in
what you may do or fail to do" said
Brouillard.
"But you have made the plans for
this power plant haven't you?"
Yes; and they are the property of
the department. If you want them
I'll turn them over to you upon
proper order from headquarters"
That's little more like it. Where
did you say I'd find your wire Officer"
Brouillard gave the information, and |
as Hosford went out Grislow came in
and took his place at the mapping
table.
Glad you got back in time to save |
my life" he remarked pointedly, with |
a shy glance at his chief He's been
blowing burrows up and down my little
potato patch all day"
"Humph! Digging for information,
suppose?" grunted Brouillard.
Just that; and he's been getting it,
too. Not out of me, particularly, but
out of everybody. Also. he was willing
to impart little. We're in for the
time of our lives, Victor
81 know it," was the grabbed rejoin-
der.
you don't know the tenth part of
IT," asserted the photographer slowly.
ITS a modest name, The Niquoia I'm
proyement company but it is going
70 be like charity-covering a multi (
-ude Of sins. Do you know what that 4
organizer has get up his (
sleeve? He is going to build us 4
neat, up-to-date little city right here 4
n the middle of our midst. If hadn't
made him believe that was only a :
craftsman, he would have had me out /
With a transit, running the lines for
he streets"
"A city?-in this reservoir bottom?
guess not. He was only stringing
rou to kill time, Grizzly"
Don't You fool yourselfl" ex-
laimed the mapmaker. Hes got the
,lans in his grip. We're going to be
IN a little reservation set apart for us
W the grace of God and the kind
Tess of those promoters The remain
Ter OF the valley is laid off into cute
title squares and streets, with every
hing named and numbered, ready to
re listed in the brokers' Offices. You
nay not be aware of it, but this pala-
ial Office building of ours fronts on
avenue"
Stuff" said Brouillard. What has
II this bubble blowing got to do with
he building of temporary dam and