Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-07-11

Its only SONIC more Oh tn0 getaway
that Harlan was describing. Just the
same, It's something awful. People
are fairly climbing ove- one another
on the road up the hill to the station
with no possible hope OF getting q
train before some time tomorrow.
Transfers are charging twenty-five
dollars load for moving stuff that
won't find cars for week, and they're
scarce at the price,
Leshington. who was not normally q
profane man, opened his mouth and
said things.
III the Cartwright crowd had one
man in It with q single idea beyond
saving his own miserable stake!" he
stormed. What are the spell.binders
doing. Grizzy?"
The photographer grinned. "Cort-
wright and chosen few left this aft
ernoon, hotfoot, for Washington, to get
the government to interfere. That's
the story they'd like to have the people
believe. But the fact IL, they ran
away from Judge Lynch"
Eyes; think l see 'em coming back
mott" snorted the first assistant.
Then to Brouillard: THAT puts It up
to US from this out. Is there anything
We can dot"
Brouillard shook his head. II don't
want to stop the retreat. I've heard
from President Ford. The entire west
tern division will hustle the business
OF emptying the town, and the quicker
1t Is done the sooner it will be over"
For tumultuous week the flight
from the doomed city went on, and the
overtaxed single-track railroad wrought
miracles Of transportation. Not until
the second week did the idea Of mate
rial salvage take root, but, once start
ed, 1t grew like Jonah's gourd. Hun
dreds Of wrecking crews were formed.
Plants were emptied, and the ma
chinery was shipped AZ 1t stood. Houses
and business blocks we're Quilted Of
everything that could be carried OF
and crowded into freight cars. And,
most wonderful of all, cars were found
and furnished almost 40 fast % they
could be loaded.
1T begins to look little better"
said Arson on the day in the third
week when the army Of government
laborers began to strip the final forms
from the top Of the great wall which
now united the two mountain shout
ders and completely overshadowed
and dominated the dismantled town.
IL the avenue, would only take its
bunch and 60, the agony would be
over"
But Brouillard was dubious. The
avenue, more particularly the lower
avenue, constituted the dregs. Bongras.
whom Brouillard had promised to in
demnify, stayed; some Of the shop
keepers stayed for the chance Of
squeezing the final trading dollar out
of the government employees; the So
loonkeepers stayed to . man, and the
dives were still running full blast
chiefly now on the wages of the gov
eminent force.
1T will be worse before It is better"
was the young chiefs prediction. and
the foreboding verified itself that
night. Looting Of more or less brazen
sort had been going on from the first.
and BY nine o'clock of the night Of
prediction . loosely organized mob Of
drink.maddened tefrorists was drifting
from street to street, and there were
violence and incendiarism to follow.
Though the property destruction
mattered little, the anarchy 1t was
breeding had to be controlled. Brouil-
lard and Lexington got opt their re-
serve force and did what they could to
restore some semblance Of order. It
was little enough: and by ten o'clock
the amateur policing Of the city had
reduced itself to double guarding of
the dam and the machinery, and a
cordoning Of the Metropole. the re.
clamation service buildings, and the
Spotlight Office. For HARLAN, the dash
Of sporting blood in his veins assert
Ing itself, still stayed on and continued
to issue his paper.
II said wanted to be in at the
death, and for few minutes tonight I
thought l was going to be-" he told
Brouillard, when the engineer had
posted his guards and had climbed the
stair to the editorial Office. Then he
asked a question: when is this little
going to be finally extin-
guished, Victor?" :.
Instead Of answering, Brouillard put
a question of his own: did you know
that Cartwright and schermerhorn and
Judge williams came back this eve
ming, Harlan?"
II did," said the newspaper man.
"They are registered at the Metropole
az large as life"
What's up!"
"That is what I'd like to know.
There's bunch. Of strangers at the
Metropole, too. q sheritf's posse.
Poodles thinks; u, least, there is Z
deputy from Red Butte with the
crowd" .:..5s. III
Harlan tilted back IN his chair and
scanned the ceiling rehectively. "This
thing is getting on my nerve, old man.
I wish we could cle1h the slate and all
go home" VI
1T is going to be cleaned. Notices
will be posted tomorrow warning
everybody that the ,waste-gates will be
closed promptly on the date adver-
tised."
'When is It? Things have been re-
volving too rapidly to let me remember
such trivial item as q date"
1T is the day after tomorrow, at
noon"