Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-05-12
BY FRANCIS LYNDE

case, with a lighted candle beside it,
and for a crazy halfsecond | had a
shock Murray-the minute hand was
pointing to four and the hour hand to !
seven!"
Still don't see the miraculous sig |
nifcance," said the photographer.
Don't you? 1t was only another Of
the condolences, OF course. While |
stood staring at the clock Arson came
in with Grifflths tool kit. I've got to
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 it and had merely gone over
to Griff1th's tent for the tools"
"Well," said Grislow again, what Of
it? The clock struck seven, you say;
but it also struck four"
Brouillards smile tilted his curling
mustaches to the sardonic angle.
The combination was what called
the turn, Grizzly. Today happens to
be my twenty-eighth birthday-the end
Of the fourth cycle Of seven
"By George!" calculated the hydrog-
rapher In mock perturbation. sitting
up so suddenly that he dropped his
pipe into the ashes Of the fire. In
that case, according to what seems to
be the well-establlshed custom, some
; thing is due to fall in right now!"
, q have been looking for it all day"
returned Brouillard calmly.
q It was Murray Grislow who finally
! rang the curtain call on the prolonged
< talk.
a Say, man! do you know that it is
a after ten o'clock" he demanded, hold
p ing the face of his watch down to the
g glow of the dying embers. you may
v sit here all night, If you like, but it's
a me for the blankets. Now, what in the
n name Of a guilty conscience is that?'
# AS it CHANGED, they were both fac
O ing toward the lower end Of the val
ley when the apparition flashed into
r view. In the deepest Of the shadows
n at the mouth OF the gorge, where the
% torrenting NiQuoia Strengthened itsel
4 momentarily before entering upon it!
n plunging race through the mountain
n barrier beam of white light tlickereC
n unsteadily for fraction OF a second
?. Then 1t became a luminous pencil tt
% trace zigzag line up the winding
course of the river, across to the foot
a hill spur where the camp Of the recla
,g nation service vanguard was pitched
IN and SO on around to the base Of tn
20 Chigringo For certain other second
it remained qulescent, glowing bale
GO fully like the eye Of some tabled NOR
10 ster searching for its prey. Then
m was gone.
~ Grislow's comment took the form G
a half-startled exclamation.
Mt "By Jove wouldn't that give you
fit Of the creepies this far from civ
he lization and a dynamo2 What are 20
lie calling it,"
e. Your guess is as good as mine
was the halt-absent reply. Brouillar
IN. had got upon his feet and was blu
- toning his many-pocketed shootin
coat
he I'm going to take little hike dow
2o yonder for investigation purpose
at Want to come along?'
at But the mapper Of watersheds wa
nd yawning sleepily. Not on your til
on type" he refused. I'm going to cor
ce it OFF in me ammick."
nd 1t was only a short mile from II
err camp on the inward slopes Of the cas-
en- ern foothills to the mouth of the outl
ne gorge, across which Brouillard cou
ok already see, in mental provision, Il
if great gray wall Of the projected \
un quota dam-his future work-curvir
majestically from the broken should
wv. of Chigringo to the opposing steel
of Jacks mountain. The halfgrov
mt, moon, fitting now toward the skylil
it'll of the western barrier, was leaving Il
It's canyon portal in deepest gloom.
Picking his way judiciously becau
md the trail was new to him, Brouilla
emit came in due time to the descendil
ing path among the spruces and scr,
ing pines leading to the western outlot