The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-04-13
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This new and aforementioned con.


This new and aforementioned con.
viction wrought an eager change in
men and in methods. Credit vanished
and spot cash was tacitly acknowl-
edged to he the only way to do bust
ness In a live community. Fortunes
changed hands swiftly. as before, but
now there was little bargaining and.
with hot haste fer the foreword. little
tine for it. To the western motto Of
go to it and get the money" was
added: "And don't come back with
out it," 1t was said with laugh. but
behind the laugh there was menace
Among the individual transforma-
tons wrought by the new conditions
the young chief Of the reclamation
service afforded the most striking ex-
ample. From the morning when he had
suramarily Cancelled the lease for the
offices in the Niquoia building and had
returned his headquarters to the old
log buildings on the government reser-
walton and thence had issued his first
series Of orders for the resumption of
full-force work on the dam and canals,
those who had not known him best dis
covered that they had not known him
at all. Even to Grislow and the men
of his staff he was curt, crisply manda-
tory. almost brutal. For one and ali
there was rarely anything beyond the
shctlike sentence: Drive it, men;
drive it; that's what you're here for
drive it
The time he took to eat his hurried
meals at 3ongras' could be measured
in minutes. and what hours he gave
to sleep no man knew, since he was
the last to leave the headquarters at
night and the first on the work ia the
morning Twice, after the renewed
activities on the great wall had be-
come a Well-ordereG race against time,
and the concrete was pouring into the
high forms in steady streams from the
ranked batteries CT mixers. Mr.. Cort-
wright had sent for Brouillard, and on
each occasion the messenger had gone
back with the brief word: TOO busy
during working hours" And when a
third messenger came to inquire what
Mr.. Brouillard's working hours were.
the equally blunt answer returned was:
+'All the tir2e."
In the face CT such discouragements
Mr.. Cartwright was constrained to
pccket his dignity as mayor, as the
potentate of the exchanges. ard as
the unquesticnable 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
Il came around to see what is eating |
you these days." was the pudgy |
tyrants greeting for the young man
sitting under the shaded desk lamp. |
why don't you drop in once in
while and give me the run of things?
Il gave your clerk the reason" said |
Brouillard laconically. I'm too busy.
THE devil you arel" snapped the |
great man, finding the only armchair |
in the room and dropping heavily into |
it. Since when?"
"Since the first time you sent for
me-and BEFORE"
Mr.. Cartwright recovered his work
ing geniality only with a palpable eff
fort.
See here, Broufllard. you know you
never make any money by being short
with me. Let's drop it and get down