White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-03-13
iIIlll. Observation-Disclosures
lCnnrinuad from Last Waakl

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Fred Allward and Pink Morgan
chewed.
Come across now, Pink!" said the
barber. "Ain't you proud of the
Missis? She sure has done more fol
Fort Sioux than you'll ever dol"
Pink jerked his shoulders. "Ain't
it queer" he grunted, that nobody
can't pay my wife a compliment with.
out twisting it round so as to insult
me. But you folks wait! Something is
going to break in this neighborhood
before long that'll make all you folks
begin to say, I knew him when
about me-"
whats the general nature of the
event, Pink" asked Hugh. How'll we
recognize it?"
Il guess you'll recognize it when
you see me starting the finest horse
ranch in the West with the profits.
And do you know what I'm going to
do with that all-hecked Indian Massa.
Gre? I'm going to pour barrel Of oil
on it and burn it up. And never try
to collect the insurance, either"
you'll give the Missis notice so she
can get out, hope, Pink" suggested
Fred Allward.
WELL never burned a woman up
yet" snorted Pink. Keep on snig
gering, folks! You'll talk different to
me before long"
1t was on glorious day in early
September that Charles G. Grafton
registered at the Indian Massacre. He
was a man of late middle age, small
as to build, with good-looking,
smooth-shaven, round face from
which peered out pair of remark
ably keen gray eyes. He arrived at
noon, met Hugh at dinner, and fol
lowed him back to The Lariat. They
smoked together for some time, with
a mutual sense of liking, Grafton. ask.
ing casual questions about the town
and it's environs. They were inter
rupted by Fred Allward, who slbmred
into a chair and said, "Doggone It.
Hughie, that Creetashus, as you call
it, up there on the Old Sioux Tract is
simply lousy with bones. Can't you
salve your conscience enough just to
ride up there once and let me show
you something's"
what have you turned up now
Fred?" asked Hugh, eagerly.
"The damnedest looking bird you
ever heard Of or seen. Must be
twenty-five feet long. Got bill like
a duck, swear he has. No sight for
drinking man, Hughie!"
"What kind of prospecting is this?
exclaimed Grafton with laugh.
Fred favored the newcomer with a
cool glance. well, stranger" he re-
piled, 'I'll swap you sight unseen. You
tell me what your kind Of prospecting
is and I'll explin mine to you"
Fright you are, old chap" agreed
Grafton. I'm out here to make plans
for the building Of dam at Thumb
Butte. I'm sort of cross between
an engineer and real estate man.
"The hell you are!" said Fled
slowly.
Hugh, who had been leaning against
fhe counter, Strengthened his lone
legs suddenly. you say to make
plans? Just how much does thai
mean, If you please, Mr.. Grafton?" .
"Well," replied Grafton, slowly, "i1
means that the Eastern Electric Cor
poration of Chicago will begin next
spring on a three-million dollar wafer
power project at Fort Sioux. We have
control of all the land necessary ex
cept such portions of the Old Sioux
Tract as will be flooded. That's what
l wanted to see you about"
HAS your company a charter so1
building the DAMP" asked Hugh
stiffly.
That's pending in Cheyenne now
There's no doubt but what we'll get it
A mere matter of form. Great thing
for Fort Sioux, isn't it?" 4
! Neither Hugh nor Fred spoke for 6
moment, then Hugh asked another
question.
what is this Eastern Electric Cor
poration?"
"a Chicago concern organized tt
swing big deals like this. Backed ,!
plenty of money"
Silence again with only the rush o
the river beneath the window. Thel
Fred asked a question.
How'd you get control Of the LAM
you wanted?"
your fellow townsman, Mr.. MOI
gan, got the options on that, this sun