The Green Forest tribune., 1916-07-21

pank; and you will give him A docu- ment' signed by all of you, ackuowl- euglng the payment in full of all 0iaiins' past or pending. While you are strengthening things out. I'll ring up the yards and rally your guard"
 Cortwright turned on the lawyer.
 iou hear what Brouillard says: fix It, and do 1t suddenly"
 It was done almost before BrouiIlard nad made Leshington. in charge of the yaros. understand what was wanted
 Now note to your man at the lnihe to make him let go without put 'Ihe us to the trouble of throwing him over the dump" said the engineer. when he had looked over the stock transfers, examined the canceled notes. ana read and witnessed the signatures on the receipt in full.
 cartwright nodded to the lawyer. ana when Williams began to write oeaih the king of the promoters turned upon Brouillard with a savage sheer.
 ohce more you've had your price," ne snarled bitterly. You and the old man have bilked us out of what we spent on the mine. But we'll call it an even break if you'll hurry that gang of huskies."
 we'll call 1t an even break when it IS one" retorted Brouillard; and after ne had gathered up the papers he took the New York check from his pocket Dook' 1ndorsed it, and handed it to CoftWrlght. That is what was spent out Of the hundred thousand dollars you had MT. Massingale charged with. as nearly as we can ascertain. Take . IL and take care of it; it's real money"
 He had turned again to the tele- phone to hurry Leshington. had rune 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 1t was borne in upon him that there was trouble of some sort at the door-there were curses, blow, a mad rush; then . . It was Stephen Mas slngale 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' for!" he ragged, singling out Cartwright when the dazzle of the electrics per nlitted him to see. You'll rob an old man first, and then call him a thief and set the sheriff on him, will you-?"
 Massingale's pistol was dropping to the firing level when Brouillard flung away the telephone earpiece and got between. Afterward there was crash like a collision of worlds, whirling, dancing medley of colored lights fading away to gray and then to darkness. and the engineer went down with the avenger of wrongs tightly locked in his arms
 
 After the period of darkness had passed and Brouillard opened his eyes again upon the world of things as they are, he had a confused idea that he had overslept shamefully and that the indulgence had given him a bad head ache.
 The next thought was that the head ache was responsible for set of singu- lar hallucinations. His blanke+ ,1 {: h,s2s in the sleeping shack seemed to have transformed itself into a white he'd with pillows and snowy sheets. and the bed was drawn up beside an open window through which he could look out, or seem to look out, upon a vast sea dimpling in the breeze and reflect. ing the sunshine so brightly that it made his headache darting agony.
 When he turned his face to escape the bllnding glare of the sun on the sea the hallucinations 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 ] see straight he found himself looking 1 ID into pair of violet eyes in which | he tears were trembling.
 You are Amy-and this is that 'ther world you used to talk about, snt it?' he asked feebly.
 The cool hand slipped from his fore lead to his lips, as if to warn him hat he must not talk, and he went trough the motions of kissing it When it was withdrawn he broke the ilent prohibition promptly.
 The way to keep me from talking is 9 do it all yourself; what happened ) me last night?"
 She shook her head sorrowfully. The last night you mean was three eeks ago. Stevie was trying to shoot IT.. Cartwright in your office and you ; ot between them. Do you remember lat?" , Perfectly" he said. But it still l ,ems as If 1t were only last night. I 'here am l now?-not that it makes Y ly difference. so long as I'm with l ,u.'' i You are at home-our home; at the f title Susan.' Mir. Leshington had o e men carry you up here, and Mir i ,rd ran 8 special train all the way s om Denver with the doctors. o evie's bullet struck you in the head,
 
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