The Pulaskian., 1916-03-24

ing of the town. On the Wednesday there were fresh aceessions to the army of builders, and the freighters on the Quesado trail reported steady stream of artisans pouring in to rush the city-making.
 On the Thursday the grading and paving of Chigringo avenue was be- gun, and, true to his promise, MT Cort- wright was leaving right of way in the street for the future trolley tracks. And it was during this event full week that the distant thunder of the dynamite brought the welcome tidings of the pushing of the railroad grade over the mountain barrier. Also but this was an item of minor im- portance-it was on the Saturday of this week that the second tier of forms was erected on the great dam and the stripped first section of the massive gray foot-wall of concrete raised itself in mute but eloquent protest against the feverish activities of the miracle workers. If the protest were a threat, it was far removed. Many things might happen before the gray wall should rise high enough to cast it's shadow, and the shadow of the coming end, over the miraculous city of the plain.
 It was Brouillard himself who put this thought into words on the Sunday when he and Grislow were looking over the work of form raising and find- ing it good.
 Catching you, too, is it, Victor?" queried the photographer, dropping easily into his attitude of affable cyni- cism. T thought it would. But tell me, what are some of the things that may happen?"
 Its easy to predict two of them: Some people will make pot of money and some will lose out"
 Grislow nodded. "Of course you don't take any stock in the rumor that the government will call a halt?"
 Brouillard was shaking his head slowly.
 T don't pretend to nave opinions any more, Grizzy. I'm living from day to day. If the tail should get big enough to wag the dog"
 They were in the middle of the high staging upon which the puddlers worked while filling the forms and Grislow stopped short.
 Whats come over you, lately, Vic tor? I won't say you're half-hearted, but you're certainly not the same driver you were few weeks ago, be- fore the men quit calling you 'Hell's Fire"
 Brouillard smiled grimly. Its go- ing to be a long job, Grizzy. Perhaps saw that l couldn't hope to keep keyed up to concert pitch all the way through. Call it that, anyway. I've promised to motor Miss Cartwright to the upper dam this afternoon, and it's time to go and do it.''
 It was not until they were climbing down from the staging at the Jacks Mountain approach that Grislow ac- quired the ultimate courage of his con victions.
 Going motoring, you said-with
 
 change. I'm beginning to believe in your seven-year hypothesis. You are no longer woman-hater."
 "Oh, bally! There are times when you make me feel as if had eaten too much dinner, Grizzy! This is one of them. Put it in words; get it out of your system"
 Tt needs only three words: You are hypnotized. A month ago this city building fake looked as crazy to you as it still does to those of us who haven't been invited to sit down and take hand in MT. Cortwright's little game. Now you seem to have gone over to the other side. You hobnob with Cartwright and do office work for him. You know his fake is a fake; and yet I overheard you boosting it the other night in Poodles' dining room to a tableful of money man1acs as if Cartwright were giving you a rake-off."
 Brouillard stiffened himself with a jerk as he paced beside his accuser, but he kept his temper.
 You're an old friend, Grizzy, and mighty good one-as have had occa- sion to prove. It is your privilege to ease your mind. Is that all?"
 No. You are letting Genevieve Cartwright make a fool of you. If you were only half sane you'd see that she is a confirmed trophy hunter. Why, she even gets down to young Griffith and uses him to dig out information about you. She"
 Hold on, Murray; there's a limit, and you'll bear with me if l say that you are working up to it now" Brouil- lard's jaw was set and the lines be- tween his eyes were deepening. T don't know what you are driving at, but you'd better call it off. can take care of myself"
 "If I thought you could-if only thought you could" said Grislow musingly. But the indications all lean the other way. It would be all right if you wanted to marry her and she wanted you to; but you don't-and she doesn't And hesides there's