The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-03-31

case. with lighted candle beside II.
and for crazy half.second | had
shock, Murray-the minute hand was
pointing 10 four and the hour hand TO
seyen!"
still don't see the miraculous sig
nifcance." said the photographer
Don't you? II was only another OF
the condolences, OF course. While |
stood staring AT the clock Arson came
in with Grifiith's tool kit I've got 10
tinker her again. he said. She's got
so she keeps Pacific time with one
hand and eastern with the other Then
l understood that he had been tinker.
ing with 1t and had merely gone over
TO Gritiiths tent for the tools"
We'll" said Grislow again, what OF
it? The clock struck seven, you say:
but II also struck four"
Brouillard's smile tilted his curling
mustaches to the sardonic angle.
THE combination was what called
the turn, Grizzy. Today happens 10
be my twenty-eighth brthday-the end
OF the fourth cycle OF SEVEN
by Georgel" calculated the hydrog-
rapher in mock perturbation. sitting
up 30 suddenly that he dropped his
pipe into the ashes of the fire. in
that case. according TO what seems TO
be the well-established custom. some
thing is due to fall in right now!"
Il have been looking for IL all day."
returned Brouillard calmly.
II was Murray GrisIow who finally
rang the curtain call on the prolonged
talk.
Say. man! do you know that IL is
after ten o'clock?" he demanded hold
/ ing the face OF his watch down to the
glow of the dying embers. You may
sit here all night. II you like. but it's
me for the blankets. Now, what in the
name of a guilty conscience is that ?"
AS IL chanced. they were both fac
ing toward the lower end OF the val.
ley when the apparition flashed into
view. In the deepest OF the shadows
at the mouth OF the gorge. where the
torrenting Niquoia Strengthened itself
momentarily before entering upon it's
plunging race through the mountain
barrier. beam OF white light flickered
unsteadily for a fraction OF a second.
Then IL became a luminous pencil TO
trace a zigzag line up the winding
course OF the river. across TO the foot
hill spur where the camp OF the recla.
nation service vanguard was pitched,
and so on around TO the base OF the
Chigringo. For certain other seconds
il remained quiescent, glowing bale
fully like the eye OF some tabled mon
ster searching for it's prey. Then IL
was gone
Grislow's comment took the form OF
half-startled exclamation.
by Jove! wouldn't that give you a
At Of the creepies this far from cfvi-
lization and a dynamo? What are you
calling it,"
Your guess is as good as mine. -
was the half-absent reply. Brouillard
had got upon his feet and was but
toning his many-pocketed shooting
coat
1 III BOlnR I'D take u nllle Hlhe uOWn
yonder for investigation purposes.
Want TO come along"
But the mapper OF watersheds was
yawning sleepily. Not on your tin
type" he refused. I'm going to cork
Il orr i'm me ammick.'"
II was only a short mile from the
camp on the inward slopes OF the east.
ern foothills to the mouth OF the outlet
gorge. across which Brouillard could
already see, I'm mental provision. the
great gray wall of the projected Nj
quota dam-his future work-curving
majestically from the broken shoulder
OF Chigringo TO the opposing sleeps
OF Jacks mountain. The half-grown
moon. fitting now toward the skyline
OF the western barrier. was leaving the
canyon portal In deepest gloom.
Picking his way judiciously because
the trail was new TO him, Brouillard
came In due time TO the descending
path among the spruces and scrub
pines leading to the western outlook