Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1916-10-13

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edging the payment In fun Of I'll
claims. past or pending. While you
are Strengthening things out. III ring
up the yards and rally your guard"
Cartwright turned on the lawyer,
You hear what Brouillard says: a
It. and do It suddenly"
Il was done almost before Brouillard
had made Lexington. In charge Of the
yards. understand what was wanted.
Nov . note to your man at the
mine to make him let 60 without put
ting Us to the trouble Of throwing him
over the Dump" said the engineer
when he had looked over the stock
examined the cancelled notes
and read and Witnessed the signatures
on the receipt in full
Cartwright nodded to the lawyer
and when Williams began to write
again the king Of The promoter
turned upon Brouillard with Q savage
sneer.
Once more you've had your price.
he snarled bitterly. You and the old
man have bilked u out of what we
spent on the mine. But we'll call II
an even break II you'll hurry that gans
Of huskies."
We'll call 1t an even break when II
Is one." retorted Brouillard; and after
he had gathered up the papers he tool
the New York check from his pocket
book. Endorsed 1t, and handed 1t to
Cartwright. THAT IL what was spent
out Of the hundred thousand dollars
you had Mr.. Massingale charged with,
as nearly as we can ascertain. Take
1t and take care Of it: it's real money.
He had turned again to the tele.
phone to hurry Lexington. had rung
the call, and was chuckling grimly
over the collapse of the four men at
the end Of the mapping table as they
fingered the slip of money paper. Sud.
denly it was borne in upon him that
there was trouble of some sort at the
1oor-there were curses. a blow. q mad
rush; then It was Stephen Mas.
singale who had fought his way past
the door-guarding sentry and stood
blinking at the group at the far end
Of the mapping board.
You're the houn' dog I'm lookin'
tori" he ragged. singing out Cartwright
when the dazzle Of the electrics per-
nitted him to see. You'll rob an old
man first. and then call him a thief
and set the sheriff on him. will you-f"
Massingale's pistol was dropping to
The firing level when Brouillard flung
away the telephone earpiece and got
between. Afterward there was q
crash like a collision Of worlds, q
dancing medley Of colored
lights fading away to gray and then to
and the engineer went down
with the avenger Of wrongs tightly
ocked In his arms.
After the period of darkness had
passed and Brouillard opened his eyes
again upon the world Of things as they
ire, he had q confused idea that he
had oversight shamefully and that the
had given him q bad head
ache.
The next thought was that the head.
lche was responsible for a set of singu-
ar Authorizations. His blanket bunk
n the sleeping shack seemed to have
itself into a white bed
with pillows and snowy sheets. and
he bed was drawn up beside an open
window through which he could look
,ut. or seem to look out. upon q vast
yea dimpling in the breeze and reflect
ng the sunshine so brightly that 1t
made his headache a darling agony.
When he turned his face to escape
he binding glare of the sun on the
Tea the Authorizations became sooth-
ngly comforting, not to say ecstatic.
Someone was sitting on the edge Of
he bed; a cool hand was laid on his
'orehead: and when he could again
Zee straight he found himself looking
Up into q pair Of violet eyes in which
he tears were trembling.
you are Amy-and this Is that
,ther world you used to talk about.
sn't it," he asked feebly.
The cool hand slipped from his fore
lead to his lips. as II to warn him
hat he must not talk. and he went
through the motions of kissing It.
When it was withdrawn he broke the
'ilent prohibition promptly.
The way to keep me from talking il
o do it all yourself; what happened
o me last night?"
She shook her head sorrowfully.
The last night you mean was three
weeks ago. Stevie was trying to shoot
Mr.. Cartwright in your office and you
,ot between them. Do you remember
HAITI"
Perfectly" he said. But It still
eems as II 1t were only last night.
Where am now?-not that it makes
my difference. 80 long as I'm with
'ou."
you are at home-our home; at the
Little Susan Mr.. Leshington had
he men carry you up here. and Mr..
FORD ran q special train all the way
rom Denver with the doctors.
,tevie's bullet struck you in the head.
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