White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-07-03
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
3 THE EXILE OF
: THE LARIAT
BY HONoRE WlLLslE
Copyright 1928
Frederick A. Stokes Company
New York
Observation-Disclosures


(COUIlQu6u ITOm LdSl Wo0hJ
Riding the Gray Stallion
The doorman announced a visitor
and old Charley Whitson came in, &C
companied by Charles Grafton, the
representative of the Eastern Elec-
trio Corporation.
Whitson was exceedingly business
like. Just two points, Governor, that
| wanted to settle at once. First, that
speech of yours today and the recep-
ton it got. That means just one thing,
sir. You are booked for Washington"
Hugh rose. mol" he exclaimed,
with all the earnestness at his COM
mand.
Whitson smiled. Eyes, Your Excel
lency!"
Suddenly Hugh began to laugh. Mrs.
Ellis joined him. Johnny Parnell let
out great roar. A moment later
every one in the room was rocking
with amusement.
Mrs. Ellis was the first to recover.
IF the Governor will permit me-" she
said, "Tll accept your offer, Mr.
Whitson."
"The Governor" chuckled Hugh
lis only too glad to give up a job he
knows nothing about. Mr.. Grafton
what can do for you?"
Grafton, who had been deeply In
terested spectator, bowed formally
Governor, we are going to begin
work on the dam at once. Next week
we set off the first blast. So much
history has been written around
Thumb Butte that we want to make a
real occasion of beginning the work
| We want you to come to Fort Sieua
and press the electric button that sets
off that first blast"
| There was moments silence
Then Hugh said, brusquely, where
will that first blast be set?"
in the cave, across the river from
the Butte. It's the picturesque point
from which to fire the first shot"
Silence again, with all eyes OF
Hugh. He stood, tall and slender, hi!
eyes loking beyond the luxuriou!
room, beyond the city in its holida.
trappings, beyond the snow-swep
plains to the cave, the cave where
Bookie had left the body Of Jimmie
Duncan, where he had passed the mos
perfect hours of his working life
| Lr hoI toll ri nj
secret place of his ambitions, the cav
that was the burial place Of the grea
triceratops.
He turned his back and walked to
ward the window. Only Johnny Par
nell saw him twist his long hands to
gether in gesture Of inexpressibl
pain. Johnny scowled fiercely at Graf
ton, who would have gone on eagerl.
with his explanation of the engineer
ing problems connected with the open
ing of the work. Hugh walked to tn
window, and slowly returned to Ora
ton. His face was deep-lined, but hi
voice firm.
VERY we'll, Mr.. Grafton. Let Pa,
nell know the Details" Then he turf
ed to Whitson. Twill you excuse m
from any further discussion just nov
Whitson?"
Sure! guess I've gone on recor
clearly enough to Offset all seve
calls you may hear tonight. All SCI
Grafton?"
, Grafton shook hands with Hugh an
J followed Whitson out of the room.
! Hugh moved slowly toward tn
door. "I'll see you all at dinner" h
! said.
, But in his room he did not begin 8
for some moments. Then he went
the telephone and put in long-di
, lance call. He had finished dressin
when the operator called him to til
instrument
us this you, Jessie?"
, Eyes, Hughie."
Jessie, something that you said
in our last talk together has given m
, courage to ask you to do somethtn
for me. Will you come up to Che,
enne as quickly as you can and IL
me ask you some questions?"
"I'll be along, Hughie. Perhaps
can catch the flyer. Pm in Fort Siou
tonight"
Six hours later Hugh was standin
in the ballroom, listening, with an al
sent eye, to an eager lady who wan
ed to be made commissioner of ed,
cation, when an attendant whispere
to him, Mrs. Stewart is in the littl
reception room behind you, Cove
nor"
Hugh abruptly excused himself
the importunate voter and strobe int
the little room, closing and locktn
the door behind him. Jessie wa
standing under the chandelier, littl