Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1916-04-12
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| will spell trouble right from the
Jump"
oh, | don't know" was the depre-
oatory rejoinder 1T will relieve US
of a lot of sideissue industries-cut
EN- out and bury EN-, so far as we
are concerned"
That part of It is all right, o.
course; but it won't end there; not by
hundred miles. Jobson says in thar
letter that the relations have got to
| be friendly! III bet anything you like
that I'll have to go and read the riot
| act to those people before they've
| been twenty-four hours on their jobl"
Grislow was trying the point of his
mapping pen on his thumb nail. Gu
rious that this particular fly should
| drop into your pot of ointment on
your birthday. wasn't it?" he re-
marked
% suffering Jehu!" gritted Brouil-
lard ragefully. Are you never going
to forget that senseless bit of twad-
dle?"
You're not giving me chance to
| forget it," said the mapmaker soberly.
You told me that night that the
| seven-year characteristic was change;
and you're a changed man, Victor. If
| ever there was one. Moreover, it be-
| gan that very night--or the next morn
| ing"
Brouillard laughed.
"All of which is bad enough, you'd
say, Murray; but it isn't the worst of
it. I've just run up against another
thing that is threatening to raise
merry he'll in this valley"
Il know" said the photographer
slowly. You've been having a seance
with Steve Massingale. Leshington
told me about it,
What did he tell you?" Brouillard
demanded half angrily.
''Oh, nothing much; nothing to make
you hot at him. He said he gathered
the notion that the young sorehead
was trying to bully you"
HE was" was the brittle admission.
\ See here. Grizzly"
The thing to be seen was q small
buckskin bag which. when opened,
gave up a paper packet folded like a
medicine powder. The paper contained
a spoonful of dust and pellets of metal
of a dull yellow luster.
The photographer drew a long
breath and fingered the nuggets.
"Gold-placer gold!" he exclaimed,
and Brouillard nodded and went on to
tell how he had come by the bag and
its contents.
"Massingale had an AK to grind, of
course. You may remember that
Harding talked loosely about the Mas
singale opposition to the building OF
the dam. There was nothing in it.
The opposition was purely personal
and it was directed against Harding
himself, with Amy Massingale for the
exciting cause"
THAT girl?-the elemental brute!'
Grislow broke in warmly. He knew
the miners daughter fairly well by
this time, and, in common with every
man on the staff, not excepting the
staff's chief, would have fought for
her in any cause.
Brouillard nodded 81 don't know
what Harding did, but Smith, the Tri
angle-Circle foreman, tells me that
Steve was on the warpath, he told
Harding when he left, last summer
that if he ever came back to Niquoia
he'd come to stay-and stay dead"
q never did like Harding any too
WELL" was the photographers defini-
tive comment, and Brouillard went
back to the matter of the mornings
seance and its golden outcome.
THAT is only a littleA side issue.
Steve Massingale came to me this
| morning with a proposal that was
about as cold-blooded as a slap in the
face. Naturally, for good business rea.
sons of their own, the Massingales
want to see the railroad built over
| War Arrow pass into the Niquoia. In
some way Steve has found out that
stand pretty well with President
Ford and the Pacific Southwestern
! people. His first break was to offer
to incorporate the Little Susan and
to give me block of the stock II I'd
pun Ford's leg on the extension prop
| osition.''
"Wel?" queried Grislow.
Exactly. You can imagine what /
told him. Then he began to bully and
pulled the club on me-"
Again Grislow's smile was jocoae.
We'll, when l turned him down,
young Massingale began to buster
and to say that I'd have to boost the
railroad deal, whether / wanted to or
not. l told him he couldn't prove it,
and he said he would show me, if I'd
take half an hours walk up the valley
with him. You know that long, mar