The Huttig news., 1916-05-06

across the upper end of the Niquoia canyon and the converting of the in- land valley above into a great storage reservoir. From this reservoir a series Of distributing canals would lead the water out upon the arid lands of the Bucfskin and the miracle would be fact accomplished.
 Sure. suret" said the cheerful quer- ist. feeling in the pockets of the au- tomobile coat for a cigar At the match-striking instant he remembered thing neglected By George! you'll have to pardon me, Mr Brouillard; I'm always forgetting the little social dew dabs. Let me present you to my daughter Genevieve. Gene. shake hands with the son of my good old friend, Judge Antoine Brouillard of Vincennes"
 It was rather awkwardly done, and somehow Brouillard could not help fancying that Mir. Cartwright could have done it better But when the unquenchable beauty stripped her gauntlet and gave him her hand, with dazzling smile and word of ac- knewledgment which was not bor- rowed from her fathers effusive yo- eabulary. he straightway fell into an. other pit of triteness and his saving first impressions of MT. J. Wesley Cort- wright'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 cut of that frightful desert we drove over yesterday afternoon
 Bronillard smiled and plunged fatu- ously. "Oh, yes; the farms are al- ready there. Nature made them, you know; she merely forgot to arrange for their watering" He was going on to tell about the exhaustive experi- ments the department of agriculture experts had been making upon the Buekskin soils when the gentleman whose name had once figured upon countless thousands of lard packages cut in.
 MT Brouillard, how far is it up to where you are going to build your dam?"
 I'll be glad to show you the way if you care to try" Brouillara offered: and the tentative invitation was promptly accepted
 The transfer Of viewpoints from the lower end of the canyon to the upper off a1
 it's 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 go.' the daughter hastened to say; and Brouillard. whose gift it was to be able to pick cut and identify the human Gerelict at long range, understood perfectly we'll the reason for the young woman's hasty interruption. One result of the sue cessfully marketed lard packages was very plainly evident in the dissipated face and hangdog attitude of the mar keter's son.
 Conversation Jagged on the climb from the Buckskin level to that of the reservoir valley; but when they reached the pine tree of tfa anchored blueprints at the upper portal. Mir Cartwright recovered his breath suffi. ciently to gasp his appreciation of the prospect and its possibilities.
 Why. good goodness. MT. Brouil- lard, it's practically all done for youi" he wheezed, taking in the level, noun tain-inclosed valley with an appraisive eye-sweep. What will you do?-build your dam right here and take out your canal through the canyon? Is that the plan?"
 Brouillard nodded and went little further into details. showing how the