White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-07-11

Lets sit down and listen to the
orchestra" came the voice.
1t was the same that caused Dono-
van to look out of the window when
telling of old Adam the prospector,
who died with a sigh Of: That's
good-enough!" 1t was the voice of
the slow, lean Walter Dewar the
Wolfer from the Plains. The man
to whom Dewar spoke was his COM
panion, Blunt Bradley.
They sat down, and it came into
Fiske's head that the party would all
be complete if only the ghost of the
dead prospector, Adam Bush, who
perhaps owned a claim called, by 9TH
ers, The GoodEnough, was also pres
ent. Perhaps it was. Who knows?
The music ended, and,it gave Fiske
start of establishment to hear the
Wolfer, in a low voice that yet car
ried to the leader Of the orchestra,
inquire: could you let us have, as
a change from Me-Mo-My Mexico and
'Ga-Ga- Galveston Girls'-excellent in
their way doubtless-a number OF
Mcdowell, also excellent in it's way?"
The leader of the orchestra stepped
forward and bending towards the VOL
fer said quickly and vehemently:
at wouldn't go!"
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Dewar. "You
never know what the public will stand
for till you try. Here Is one member
of the public wants Mcdowell num-
Der and" he turned his head, glanced
towards Shanks, there's some OF
them even want Chopin's Marche Flu
nebre. It's coming to them"
The leader of the orchestra, scent
ing trouble, tripped backwards to his
seat again. Shanks rolled his head
round toward Walt the Wolfer.
There amt anything brilliant in
talking French before man that
don't know it," he said.
Walter bowed
IF I have transgressed law Of the
courteous-I apologize" he said.
Anybody could have told, as the
| leader of the orchestra had realized,
quickly retiring from it's proximity,
that trouble was brewing at the end
of the veranda, that between Shanks
and Dewar was couse Of discord; that,
to speak in symbol, there was char
ring ember there and little puff of
wind might cause it to blaze up. A
man sitting behind Walter, who had
overheard with curious look and
smile at the corners Of his mouth) his
request for Mcdowell, bent forward
and removing his cigar from his lips
remarked.
"MacDowell seems kind of queer
among the almighty mountains"
EYES," said Dewar, nodding. "Al
music does"
"Well, the mountains are the max
ing Of place like this" said the man
Real estate agents, carpenters, hote
proprietors, storekeepers and all could
mountains"
That remark dispelled the Sigh
dryness in the VOTERS tones. H,
came alertly erect.
There's wealth in the mountain
all right" he agreed. IF it coult
only all be found then this boom O
Jaffery wouldn't end in fizzle like {
damp rocket. This gentleman her
/ lyrO oil, hot rnIio1 no
Fiske toward Shanks.
What do you mean by that?
growled Shanks.
He's prospector," Dewar eS
planned to the man who had begu
the conversation.
well / amt struck anything to sin
about yet" said Shanks. Zone or tw
prospects, maybe, but assays no
worth troubling"
-anything-yet?" sal
Dewar slowly, and too quietly for tn
man behind to hear.
Shanks leant across Fiske, and tn
odor Of squirrel whisky was violen
in Fiske's nostrils.
YES, growled Shanks, have 70
struck anything?" he asked.
mot on the head anyhow" sal
Walt and the man who had set tn
talk agoing looked worried moment
puzzled.
I've got pretty good assay on
certain property" went on Walt, "bu
don't know If the assay is big enough
all the same, to warrant as man
owners as might be forthcoming"
Shanks grey eyes shone brightly a
If flame were lit within. His hand
gripped fiercely on the carved knob O
his stick. Fiske, with that face clos
to him, craning in front of him, s
that he had to sit back, was horrifie,
by its malignancy.
I'VE can cut out some of the pros
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