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The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1919-02-06
Idaho Supplies California.

At the present time, Mr.. Wells said,
there is but one concern manufacture
ing super phosphate in the west and
that concern is making acid from the
copper pyrite and securing it's rock
phosphate from southern Idaho. This
concern supplies the California mar
kets and most of the product is con-
sumed by the fruit growers, but the
output is limited and no attempt mas
been made as yet to manufacture in
sufficient quantity to take care of the
export business from the west coast.
Mr.. Wells expects to be in the city
The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1919-02-06
IDAHO ROCK PHOSPHATE
AND SMOKE PROBLEM
COMBINE SULPHUR AND PHOS'
PLATE TO MAKE PHOS-
PHORiC ACID.

A. +. Wells, formerly connected
with the United States geological sur
vey and now in the service of the bu-
reau of mines. arrived at the Thorn
ton hotel on official business for the
bureau, says the Anaconda Standard.
mission appointed in 1910 to investi-
gate the ultimate adjustment of the
smoke case.
He said that the great deposits of
rock phosphate which exist in Mon
tana, Idaho and Utah probably will
eventually offer a solution of the
smoke problem, If the sulphur fumes
can be reduced to acid and this acid
used to make phosphorlc acid from
the great deposits of western rock
phosphate the wastage of sulphur
from the western pyritic ores can be
made to supply the grain fields of the
world with their needed restoratives
when they have become exhausted OF
their content of phosphorus
SeCQTG mdFNcI TOT 0It'ItZSi'
In discussing the practical side OF
the undertaking Mr. Wells said that
the bureau of mines is making ex-
haustive investigation of the PROPOSE
ton and that in the near future some
definite recommendations would prob
lbaly be brought about in this direc'
| ton He thought that the first re-
auisite for the establishing of the
western phosphate industry on pro-
! ftable basis would be the securing
and creation of market for the west
ern product. If the export business
! to the orient and to Japan could be
stimulated to such point that the
output could be disposed of, there
should be no practical difficulty in the
way of establishing the western in
dustry. -
Acid made from pyritic ores now
| is being largely used for this purpose
by the eastern manufacturers and the
Ducktown output from pyrite is thu
largest source of supply in the United
States for fertilizer acid The small
percentage of arsenic or other impur
Titles that follows the Manufacture o
sulphuric acid from mixed pyrite Il
not injurious to any commercial de
gree when it is used for the manu-
facture of fertilizer and the fact tina
a low degree acid can be used make
the production of pyrite available TO
the purpose of manufacturing fertiliz
ers
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fTo BE coNTINUED.5
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T thought you were never coming, !" he grumbled.
 Let me take itl" pleaded the en- gineer.
 Nonsense, there is no danger" Har- din saw personal affection in the plea. He put his hand affectionately on the mans shoulder.
 You go home and catch a nap; this is my job" He was standing on the step. Crank her"
 There was nothing for Silent to do but to get out. Hardin pointed the long nose of the car into the darkness. She was off like the greyhound she suggested, missing telegraph pole by half an inch.
 ''Who is in charge here?'' woman's voice was piercing the racket of wind and wave.
 The dawn was breaking. Down the New river he could see the wind whip
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She coIlided With a Man.

ping the water into whitecapped fury. '.Yicious," he muttered. ''Those heavy waves play the Old Harry with the levee."
 "Where is my brother?"
 Miss Hardin!" cried Silent.
 "Where is he?" demanded Innes. Her hair streamed away from her face. Her cheeks were blanched. Her yellow eyes. peering into the dusk, looked owlish. Her wind-spanked skirts clung to her limbs. To Silent she looked boyish. as though clipped and trou- sered. "Where is my brother?" she re- peated.
 Silent told her without reservations where he had gone and why. There was no feminine foolishness about that sister of Hardin's. A chip of the old block. Funny, the men all thought of her as Hardin's daughter on ac- connt of the difference of age. As to . comrade, proudly, he bragged of the taking of the dynamite over that road less waste.
 "Whom did he leave in his placer
 Silent knew, only, that he himself was not in charge! Hardin had or dered him to bed.
 "Maybe MT. Estraday" she haz- arded.
 .rHe is not here, he went down the road to look after the track. Hardin wont off in such a hurry, l guess he fold nobody" chuckled the engineer. still glowing.
 .aThen I'm 1t !' cried Innes Hardin. .wiu YOU take my orders, Silent?"
 asure," he chuckled again.
 Through the rush of the wind and water came the whistle of locomo- tive. a,,r
 "A speciaIl" cried Silent. Hardln's sister and his friend looked at eacn other the same thought in mihu Rickard. in from the Heading!
 On her face Silent saw the same snectacular impulse which had hasneu over Hardin's features a short time before. .c,
 She nut her hand on his arm. oi- lent you're his friend. Straighten .his ont We can't have him come pach- snving-and find this" She waved ne' hand toward the disorganized groups
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ping the water into whitecapped fury. "Vicious," he muttered. "Those heavy waves play the Old Harry with the
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CHAPTER XVI.
Rickard in Town.

The town woke to a matter-of-fact day. The sensational aspect of the runaway river had passed with the night. The word spread that the flood waters were under control; that the men had gone home to sleep, so the women got breakfast as usual, and tidied their homes. The Colorado was always breaking out, like a naughty child from school. Never would the cry of s"The riyerp fail to drag the blood from their cheeks. But relief always came; the threatened danger was always averted, and these pioneer women had acquired the habit of swift reaction.
 That afternoon, Mrs. Youngberg was to entertain at the A B c ranch the ladies of the Improvement club. It was a -glorifcation meeting, to celebrate the planting of trees in the streets of Calexico. and to plan the campaign of their planting. Mrs. Blinn drove into town to get Gerty Hardin. Neither woman had seen her husband since the interrupted drive the night before.
 q don't know whether should go" :" Mrs. Hardin hesitated, her face turned toward the A B 0 ranch. Perhaps there is something we could do." q have just come from the levee. ' Mrs. Blinns jolly face had lost it apprehension. "The water has not risen an inch since breakfast. Most Of the men have been sent home. When Howard didn't come home to lunch, l grew anxious. But Mir. Rickard says he sent him to Fassett's with more l dynamite.
 sThere he is," thrilled Gerty.
 Mrs. Blinn's eye swept the street. "Where? Your husband?"
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waiting for her. Rickard could hear the man repeat. I'm sorry, Miss Har- din. It's an outrage. That's what it is"
 Queer, they couldn't see that it was Hardin's fault; Hardin who was up the river fighting like a melodramatic hero; fighting without caution or re- serve, demoralizing discipline; he couldn't help admiring the bulldog en- ergy, himself. That was what all these men adored. He'd clenched the girls antagonism, now, for sure! How her eyes had flashed at himI
 Hellol There was a tree floating down toward the station house. .
 Bring your polesr' he yelled.
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CHAPTER XVII.
Opposition.

Opposition.
 The second night of the flood, the women of the towns dragged brush and filled sacks for the men to carry. It was past midnight when Innes Har- din left the Ievee. While her feet and Fingers had toiled, her mind had been fretting over Tom. Two nights, and no rest It was told by men who came down the river how Hardin was hero ically laboring. She yearned to go to him; perhaps he would stop for a few hours to her entreaty. But an uncer- tain trail across country, with the dust-laden wind in her face? She de- cided to wait for the dawn. A snatched sleep first, but who would call her? every muscle. Her mind fixed on Sam as the only man in town who had time to saddle horse for woman. She went in search of him. She found that the long adobe office build ing had already taken on the look of defeat, of ruin. The easements had been torn from the partitions the doors and windows were out. The fur
 niture had been hauled up to high
 ground farther away for safety. She
 went hunting through the ghoulish
 gloom for the darky, turning her lan- tern in every dark corner She knew
 that she would find him sleeping. Then she heard steps on the veranda. She ran toward them, expecting to see Sam. She swung her lantern full on two figures mounting the shallow steps. Rickard was with her sister. in-law.
 "Oh, excuse me !" she blurted blun- deringly. Of course Gerty would take wrong intention from the stupid words
 The blue eyes met those of Innes with defiance. It was as though she had spoken: "Well, think what you will of it, you Hardins! I don't care what you think of mel"
 What indeed did she think of it? Why should she feel like the culprit before these two, her words desert ing her? It was Gerty's look that made her feel guilty, as though she had been spying. To meet them to- gether, here at midnight, why should not they feel ashamed? She had done nothing wrong. And Tom down yon- der fighting-and they make his ab- sence a cover for their rendezvous. I'm looking for Saml" The effort behind the words turned them into an oratorical challenge.
 "So are we. I want to send him home with Mrs. Hardin. She's worn out"
 "She can go home with me. am go- ing directly. As soon as give q mes sage to Sam." She instantly regretted her words, abruptly halting. It came
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"No, Mir. Rickard. Passing the bank. There. he's stopped. wonder if he is going in? You call him. Mrs. Blinn."
 Obediently her friend hailed Rick ard. He turned back to the windy street. He felt boyish; the crisis was giving him mercurial feet. He loved the modern battle. Elements to pit ones brains against, wits against force!
 Gerty Hardin's face was flushing and paling. "The river" she faltered. "Should we be alarmed, MT. Riclsard?9
 Smiling. he assured her she should not be alarmed; the levees would pro- tect the towns.
 "Mr. Hardin is up at Fassett's ranch he will be coming back today. l told your husband, Mrs. Blinn, to catch nap and then relieve Mr. Har- dln.''
 Gerty found a significance in his words. He had said "Mr. Hardin" and "your husband, Mrs. Blinn" It was enough to weave dreams around.
 "We can't do anything, Mr. Rickard, to help?" urged Gerty Hardin, her voice tremulous.
 q hope we won't have to call on you at all."
 There was no excuse to finger. Gerty threw wistful little smile at parting.
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hilnl Why the building was desert. ed. Ogilvie's letters had prophesied ruin. It all looked wrong toghim. Go ing on to the levee, he met MacLean. Jr.. who was coming away. The boy told him vaguely that he would find Rickard around there, somewhere.
 'Tll hunt him up for you."
 "Why, they are letting itaget ahead of them l" Babcock's manner sug- gested that he was aggrieyed that such carelessness to his revered company should go unpunished. Something, he told MacLean, might have been done before the situation got as bad as thisi
 His excited stride carried him across the dividing ditch, which now was carrying no water, into Mexicali- MacLean had to lengthen his step to keep pace with him. The havoc done to the Mexican village excited 'Bab- cock still more.
 Estrada, just in from his submerged tracks, was lounging against an adobe wall. His pensive gaze was turned upstream. The posture of exhaustion suggested laziness to Babcock, who was on the hunt for responsibility. He was more than ever convinced that the right thing was not being done.
 "Estrnda !"
 Estrada took his eyes from the river. Babcock looked like snapping ter rier taking the ditch at bound. LIac- Lean. Jr.. 1.-the greyhound, followed. 'sWhat the devil are you doing to stop this?" A nervous hand indicated the Mexican station gleaming in It's fresh coat of paint; to the muddy wa ter undermining it's foundation.
 Estrada drew cigarette out of his pocket; lighted 1t before answering.
 "Not a thing. What do you sug- gest?"
 A big wave struck the bank. The car on the siding trembled.
 "Another wave like that and that car'Il go over," cried Babcock. jump ing, mad. "Why don't you do some thing? Why don't you hustle--all of you?' He would report this incompe- tency.
 Down the stream came a mass of debris, broken timbers, ravaged brush. wrenched fence post, a chicken coop. A red hen, clinging to its swaying ship, took the rapids. "Hustle-what?' murmured Es- trada.
 Babcock glared at him, then at the river. His eye caught the approach ing wreckage. Men came running with their poies. The caving bank was too far gone. The instant the drift ing mass struck 1t. there was shud- der of falling earth, the car toppled toward the flood waters, the waves breaking into clouds of spray. Human responsibility fell to a cipher. The rivers might was magnificent. Even Babcock, come to carp, caught the excitement. Come. MacLean." he cried. Watch this The stations goingp He joined Estrada by the adobe wall.
 Have cigarette?" murmured Eduardo.
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toopyrIsns, BOD0s-MorrLll o0mpanyl

~ seassSsS&7SS&3pSs~ "I'd take more orders," suggested the engineer.
 "Then send third of them home, tell them to come back tonight at six. Send away the other third, tell them to come back at noon. Keep the other shift. Say you'll have coffee sent from the hotel, tell them Hardin says to stop wasting stuff. Tell them, oh, tell them anything you can think of, Silent, before he eomes." Her break down was girlish. She could hear the signal of the To- comotive; coming closer. Then she could hear the pant of the engine as 1t worked up the grade. It was a steady gentle climb all the way from the junction, two hundred feet below sealevel, to the towns resting at the level of the sea. It quickened her thought of the power Of the river. Nothing between it and the tracks at Salton. Nothing to stop it's flow into that spectacular new sea whose basin did not need drop of the precious misguided flow. She could hear the bells; now the train was coming into the station; she would not wait for Silent. She did not want to meet Rickard.
 No one saw her as she left the levee. She passed Silent, who was issuing or ders. She heard him say, "The boss says so."
 She took the road by the railroad sheds, to avoid the dismissed shifts. moving downward. At full speed, she collided with a man, rounding the sheds corner. It was Rickard. Her veil had slipped to her shoulders and he saw her face.
 Miss Hardin!' he exclaimed. sWhatever are you doing here?"
 q was looking for my brother"
 You ought not to be out at night alone here."
 Its morningr'
 with every Indian in the country coming in. I'll send Parrish with you."
 She recognized Parrish behind him. She tried to tell him that she knew every Indian in Mexicali, every Mdsci- can in the twin towns, but he would not listen to her. I'm not going to let you go home alone" She biinked rebellion at the sup planter of her brother. But she found herself following Parrish. She took deep pride in her independence, her fearlessness. Tom let her go where she liked. She had an impulse to dis miss Parrish; every man was needed, but he would obey Richards orders. MacLean had told her thati "They don't like him. but they Wind him!"
 Rickard made his way down to the levee. "Where is Hardin?" he asked of every one he met. Silent came up to explain that Hardin had gone up to Fassett's just a few minutes ago to carry dynamite. The river was cut ting back there. Good" cried Rick ard, that's bully!"
 "He left me in charge" glibly lied the friend of Hardin. Any orders, sir?
 'sThings are going all right?" began the manager. He stopped. From above came dull roar.
 "DynamiteI" !" cried Rickard. The friend of Hardin had nothing to say. q thought you said he went only few minutes ago?' demanded his chief.
 There was another detonation. Down the river came the booming of the sec ond charge.
 "Thats dynamite for sure," evaded Silent.
 "Not a minute too soonr' declared Rickard, going back to his inspection.
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WITH HARDIN GONE, HIS AIDS DISoRGANIzED. WHAT WILL RICHARD SAY? MINES ACTS TO SAVE
 HER BROTHERS FACE.

synopsK C. Rckard engineer of Overland Pacific is President Marshall
 Imperial valley task which Hardin head of tbe Desert Reclamation has failed foresees Hardin, unde him on college married Gery Holmes Rckard once himself At finds loyal hostile o him ra eots N Hardin and Ihnes Hardin half sister nas
 against Rckard for supplanng brother Hardin dis that Rckard is planning eve protect Caxeo and p incompetent Gey thinks husband jealous Cev invites Rckard dinner plans progressive riden in bis Rekad pushes work the ordered by Marshall fighting chance the gate the midst of Ger Hsrdn progressive ride which despite terrific wind and t
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to her that Rickard would insist upon delivering her message. Of course, he would oppose her going. Some petty reason or other. She knew from the men that he was oppositional, that he liked to show his power. Not safe, he would say, or the horse was needed, or Sam too busy to wait on her
 "You cannot go home alone, you two. The town is full of strange h. dians. Give me your lantern, Miss Hardin; I'll rout out that darky.'
 Rebelliously sne gave him the ian
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CHAPTER XVIII.
The Passing of the Waters.

Babeock came rushing down from Los Angeles that morning to see what in thunder it was all about He asked every one he met why some one didn't get busy and stop the cutting back of that river? There was no one at the offices of the company to report to
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What will the valley do7 Fac ing tremendous losses if it does not push the damage suits filed against the railroad, 1t faces ut-
 ter ruin if the railroad abandons the fight against the river. Marshall puts the issue squareIy up to the ranchers, but is nc bluffing7 Go on with the story in the next issue of this paper.
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kIiionos; they zap wIueiy ACROSS TIE
trVht ana are not fastened. nut merely
tied in pIacs by the nroaa saAs-
AS a side companion to the red
ingcte there is the long coat that
reaches to the knees: it Is already ac-
cepted. but It is not yet a dominant
fashion. There is short coat that
ripples at the sides, blouses at the
back and Is loosely held in place by
a silk cord that ties In front.
There are plenty Of pleated skirts.
Some Of them are in straight accor-
dion pleats from waist to hem.
There are others, fashioned on an
admirable model by Chanel, which
have narrow. pleated ruffies that over
lap each other from hip to hem, and
the plain hip Is covered by three
pleated ruff1es which are attached to
the edge Of a straight Jacket that but
tons to the chin. This is one of the
unusual suits OF the season. 1t is for
the slim woman.
There are pleated skirts which are
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modelled on those made by Renee and
Vionnet. A brilliant new star in the
galaxy OF the. great In Paris is the
latter, one who makes herself more
exclusive and conspicuous by not SELL
ing to American commissioners, who
aims at dressing the individual woman
and making It pay by having a small
establishment. and who asks extremely
high prices. She has already got
an unusual set OF women in the
American colony In Paris.
The pleated skirts that Vionnet and
Renee make are peculiarly alike.
They are quite attractive on any fig-
ure. There is first a slim foundation.
then panels Of knife pleating that are
cut on the bias at the lower edge,
overlap each other and are fiattened
and stitched into bias lines at the
hips.
This idea Of running bias lines
across the hips Is exceedingly well
patronized by the dressmakers. al
though It may soon be commonized
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Redingote Tunc and Three-quarter Coat Have Decided
Fulness Between Hips and Hem, but American
Women Regard Skirts With Whalebone Or
Crinoine as Impractical

summer In Paris. The great names
have not suffered an eclipse, but
such places as Madeleine & Madeleine.
Vionnet, Patou, Aviotty. and Charlotte
G Germaine have created a following
for themselves that promises a large
measure of success. They make good
clothes, Il is true, but much OF their
success lies in the struggle Of the buy
ers in Paris to get away from the
gowns that are widely copied in this
country in cheap grades Of material;
they think they can accomplish this
by going to the small houses. They
can, as long as all of them don't go
at one time.
dimensions on hips will lie mainly in
the manipulation Of material. and the
French have taught them much in
this work. The houses that use
whalebones and crinolincs have not
exercised their ingenuity as much
with drapery as the minor houses
which eliminate the highly artificial
distension; 1t is in the latter exercise
OF ingenuity that the average Ameri-
can woman finds her chance of keep
ing up with the fashion in a way that
does not give her a touch of the
atricalism.
The organ pipe pleats may be reck-
oned as one of the modes Of charging
the hips. and they are not easy to ac-
complish; also there is serious doubt
as to their attractiveness: they have
the unpleasant stiffness of the seven
teenth century Spanish costumes and
are bit too unyielding in their lines
to suit the average figure, which
should look plant and supple even IL
age or lack Of exercise has set the
muscles.
The young and eellike figures of
those who can wear any kind of fash
ion can always attempt these rounded
rleats on the hips and carry them of
with certain degree OF grace: the
woman who is not sure Of her supple
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1t is quite safe to say that Lanvin's
black taffeta frocks with the ultra
wide hips will not be taken seriously
in this country. Such gowns have been
brought here, but the majority OF
American women, especially those
who follow Lanvin. prefer her Italian
renaissance gowns with their unusual
and brilliantly embroidered sleeves
ana fioriated embroidery of leather or.
what is more extraordinary, their
Florentine designs cut from gray
squirrel placed on black velveteen or
duvetyn.
There is no intention on the part OF
Americans, however, to escape the
Paris fashion for hip distension, but
they have decided 1t must be done
without the aid OF crinoline or whale
bone. They prefer the methods by
which Jean Patou manages the drap.
cry OF skirts in order TO give unusual
and attractive hip distension. This
young designer has created a signifi-
cant place for himself in French life
He has a talent for the unusual, he
and Monte Carlo life, and he knows
through personal experience what the
smartly dressed women want to wear.
He is eminently Parisienne. His is a
new house. and 1t has shared the sue
cess OF other new houses this last