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FAQI TWO.
Squirrel Food what your oaddies talk about By Ahem
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"The City of Numbered Days"
By Francis Lynde. Copyright, 1914, By Charles Scribner's Sons.
NEXT WEEK "MEN IN THE RAW." BY WM. McLEOD RAINE.
(Continued From Our Last Issue.)
Brouillard said "yes" for Miss
Cortwrlght's sake. The temptation
was another of the consequeuces
of the four years of Isolation
which had cut him off from the
world of women no less completely
than from the world of money
getting.
"What have I done to make you
forget how to talk?" she wished
to know, five minutes further on,
when his silence was promising to
outlast the canyon passage.
"You? Nothing at all," he
hastened to say. "But I have for
gotten, just the same, it has been
years since I have bad a chance
to talk to a woman."
"How dreadful!" she laughed.
"Perhaps we shall come back to
Nlquo—Nlquoy—l simply can't
say It without sneezing—and then
you might relearn some of the
things you have forgotten.
Wouldn't that be delightful?"
"I dare you to come!" he said
brazenly. "Haven't you heard how
the men of the desert camps kill
each other for the chance to pick
up a lady's handkerchief?"
They were at the final ascent In
the trail.
"In that case, I hope you know
how to shoot straight. Mr. Brouil
lard," she said quizzically; and
then they passed at a step from
romance to the crude realities.
The realities were basing them
selves upon the advent of two
newcomers; a sunburnt young
flft
The High Cost
of Living
Probably the most widely used phrase
today is "the high cost of living." The
term is purely relative, coined for the
purpose of comparing the present living
cost with those of the past.
During the last 12 to 15 years the
cost of necessities has risen by leaps
and bounds until we have begun to take
counsel among ourselves regarding the
cause of the increase and to speculate
as to the future.
The baker has raised the price o(
bread because flour and other ingredi
ents cost him more.
Eggs have doubled in price because
the cost of feed and every item entering
into producing them has increased.
Potatoes, butter, even the lowly bean,
all have been stepped up in price to
meet the higher cost of production.
Your clothes, your shoes —all have
increased in the cost to you.
Amidst all of the staggering increases
in every commodity it is refreshing to
note that the cost of at least one prime
necessity has remained practically the
same for years. That necessity is the
street railway.'
Not only has the cost of the street car
ride not risen but the service rendered
for the nickel has been increased more
than 50'; during the last 15 years.
The street railway carries none of the
responsibility for the advance in the
cost of living.
Tacoma Railway &
Power Company
man lit goatskin "chaps," and a
girl whose face reminded Brouil
lard of one of the Madonnas. The
horseu of the pair were sniffing
suspiciously at the automobile,
and the young man was telling
Van Bruce Cortwright what he
thought of cartridge fishermen in
general, and of this present cart
ridge fisherman in particular.
"Which the same, being trans
lated Into Buckskin English, hol
lers like this," he concluded.
"Don't you tote any more fish
ca'tridges Into this here rese'va-
Uon. Who says so? Well, if any
body should ask, you might say it
was Tlge Smith, foreman o' the
Trl' Clrc' outfit. No, I ain't no
game warden, but I what say goes
as she lays. Savez?"
The chauffeur was adjusting
■OBMtklag under the upturned
bonnet of the touring car and thus
hiding his grin. Mr. Cortwright
was trying to come between his
sullen-faced son and tho irate cat
tleman, money In hand. Brouil
lard walked his companion down
to the car and helped her to a seat
in the tonneau. She repaid him
with a nod and a rsmile, and when
he saw the crudities were not trou
bling her he stepped aside and un
consciously fell to comparing the
two —the girl on horseback and
his walking mate of the canyon
passage.
They had little enough in com
mon, apart from their descent
from Eve, he decided. The mil
lionaire's daughter was a warm
blonde, beautiful, queenly, a fin
ished product of civilization and
high-priced culture.
And the girl on horseback?
Brouillard had to look twice be
fore he could attempt to classify
her, and even then she baffled
him. A rather slight figure; a
face winsome rather than beauti
ful; colls and masses of copper
brown hair escaping under the
jaunty cowboy hat, yes • • • it
was her eyes that made Brouillard
look the third time; they were
blue, with a hint of violet In them.
He caught himself wondering if
her cowboy lover—he had already
Jumped to the suntimeutal conclu
sion—had ever been able to look
into those steadfast eyes and trifle
with the truth.
So far the young chief of con
struction had traveled on the road
reflective while the fish-slaughter-
ing matter was getting itself
threshed out at the river's edge.
When it was finally settled—not
by the tender of money that Mr.
Cortwright had made —the man
Smith and his pretty riding mate
galloped through the ford and dis
appeared among the barren hills.
"Au revoir, Mr. Brouillard,"
said the princess, as the big car
righted Itself for the southward
iin lv into the desert. "If 1 were
you I shouldn't fall In love with
the calm-eyed goddneus who rides
like a man. Mr. Tri' Circ' Smith |
might object, you know;, and you
haven't yet told me whether or not
you can shoot Btralght."
There was something almost
heart-warming in the bit of part
ing badinage. But the warmth
might have given place to a dis
concerting chill If he could have
heard Mr. J. Wesley Cortwrlght's
remark to his seat companion:
"He Isn't going to be the dead
easy mark I hoped to find in the
son of the old bankrupt halr-spllt
ter, Genie, girl. But he'll come
down and hook himself all right If
the bait is well covered with his
particular brand of sugar. Don't
you forget It."
I'tiKl ii BY Mill: STEFFA.
Tgl TAOOMA TIMES.
GRAPTKR 11.
Sands at I'm tolus.
If Victor Brouillard had been
disposed to speculate curiously
upon the possibilities suggested by
Mr. J. Wesley Cortwright, or had
been tempted to dwell sentiment
ally upon the idyllic crossing of
minis—Miss Genevieve's and his
own—on the desert's rim, there
was little leisure for either In
dulgence during the strenuous
early summer weeks which fol
lowed the Cortwright Invasion.
During these weeks ant-llke
processions of laborers poured
into the shut-In valley at the foot
of Mount Chlgringo. Almost as If
by maglo a populous camp of
tents, shelter shacks, and Indian
tepees sprang up in the level bed
bottom of the future lake; and
daily the great foundation scor
ings In the buttressing shoulders
of Jack's mountain and Chlgringo
grew deeper and wider under the
churning of the air drills, the
crabbings of the dynamite, and the
rattle and chug of the steam
shovels.
It was after the huge task of
foundation digging was well under
way that the young chief of con
struction had his first forcible re
minder of the continued existence
of Mr. J. Wesley Cortwright.
It came in the form of a com
munication from Washington and
it called a halt upon the u#-river
project. In accordance with its
settled policy, the Reclamation
Service, in the Niquoia, as else
where, would do nothing to dis
courage the investment of private
capital. A company had been
formed to take over the power
production and to establish a plant
for the manufacture of cement,
and Brouillard was Instructed to
govern himself accordingly. The
relations between It and the gov
ernment field staff on the ground
were to be entirely friendly.
"it's a graft—a pull-down with
a profit In It for some bunch of
money leeches a little higher up!"
was the young chief's angry com
ment when he had given Grlslow
the letter to read. "Without know
ing any more of the details than
that letter gives, I'd be willing to
bet a month's pay that this Is the
fine Italian hand of Mr. J. Wesley
Cortwright!"
Grlslow shrugged and turned
the conversation to a matter near
er home. A man had been killed
In a drunken camp brawl the night
before.
I
Health, Beauty, Grace
Russian Prize Beauty Tells* How to
Get Them by Home Exercise
(Second of six artlalee on how to be healthful, beautiful and
graceful, by Bussla's prettiest girl, now with Pavlowa's ballet at
be New York Hippodrome*.)
By Mile. Steffa
Shapely legs are as necessary to a graceful and healthy body
aa Is a perfect waist. Today's exercise is designed to effect strength,
firmness and beauty In the leg.
Stand firmly and flat on your feet, hands stiff at the sides, and
your whole weight balanced evenly on both feet. Now shift all your
weight to the left foot, leaning to that side as little aa possible In
doing so.
Slowly raise your right leg, being careful to stretch all your
muscles. As the leg rises stretch back your arms, to balance.
DO NOT LET YOUR HEAD FAU_ FORWARD.
Remain erect, chest out. head back, chin in and breathe aa I
have pointed out In my first article.
Hold the outstretched leg in one horizontal line, the toe
stretched firmly downward, as I show In the accompanying pose.
Stretching your toe downwsrd will raise and strengthen your »rch
Set down your leg and repeat the exercise with the left leg.
Continue this exercise, altering Ift and right.
At all timea be sure you stand erect, shoulders back and bead up.
———
NEVER LET YOTKHEI.P RI-IMI'. KEEP YOl'R MUftCLKH
AMYE AND BEADY TO AXHWEB ANY REACTION ON THE DOT.
"They are a fearful lot of dubs,
Grizzy," BroUUtard said, meaning
the laborers; the worst we've
ever drawn, and that Is saying a
good deal. And I can't keep
liquor out of the camp to save my
soul—not If I should sit up nights
to Invent new regulations. The
Navajos are the best of the bunch
and we've managed to keep the
fire from spreading over on their
side of the Niquoia, thus far. But
If the whisky ever gets hold In the
tepees, we'll have orders to shoot
Chief Nleagee's people back to
their reservation in a holy minute.
And there Is the order for it," de
clared the chief morosely, indicat
ing the letter from Washington.
"That means more human scum—
a new town —an element that we
can neither chase out nor con
trol."
"I know," said the hydrograph
er slowly. "You've been having a
seance with Steve Massingale.
I.eshington told me about it."
"What did he tell you?" Brouil
lard demanded, half angrily.
"Oh, nothing to make you hot
at him. He happened to be In the
other room was Massingale was
here, and the door was open. He
said he gathered the notion that
the young sorehead was trying to
bully you."
"He was," was the brittle ad
mission. "See here, Giizzy."
The thing to be seen was a
small buckskin bag, which, when
opened, gave up a paper packet
folded like a medicine powder.
The paper contained a spoonful of
dust and pellets of metal of a dull
yellow luster.
The hydrographer drew a long
breath and fingered the nuggets.
"Cold —placer gold!" he ex
claimed, and Brouillard nodded
and went on to tell how he had
come by the bag and Its contents.
"Steve Massingale came to me
this morning with a proposal that
was about us cold-blooded as a
slap in the face. Naturally, for
good business reasons of their
own, the Masslngales want to see
the railroad built over War Arrow
Pass and Into the Niquoia. In some
way Steve has found out that I
stand In pretty well with Presi
dent Ford and the Pacific South
western people. His first break
was to offer to Incorporate the
'Little Susan' and to give me a
block of the stock if I'd pull
Ford's leg on the Extension prop
osition."
"Well?" queried GrUlow. "The
rallrpad over War Arrow Pass
would be the biggest thing that
ever happened for our job here. If
it did nothing else, It would make
us Independent of these boomers
that are coming In to sell ua ma
terial at their own prices."
"Exactly. But my hands are
tied; besides, Masslngale's offer
was a rank bribe.
"When I turned him down,
young Massingale began to bluster
and to say that I'd have to boost
the railroad deal, whether I want
ed to or not. 1 told him he
couldn't prove It, and he said he
would show me, If I'd take half an
hour's walk up the valley with
him. You know that long, narrow
sandbar in the river just below
the mouth of the upper canyon?"
Grlslow nodded.
"That is where we went for the
proof. Massingale dipped up a
panful of the bar sand, which he
asked me to wash out for myself.
I did it and you have results there
in that paper. That bar is com
paratively rich placer dirt."
"Good Lord!" ejaculated the
map-maker. "Comparatively rich,
you say?—and you washed this
spoonful out of a single pan?"
"Keep your head," said Brouil
lard coolly. "Massingale explained
that I had happened to make a
ten-strike; that the bar wasn't
any such bonanza as that first re
sult would Indicate. I proved that,
too, by washing Borne more of It
without getting any more than a
few 'colors.' Hut the fact remains,
It's placer ground."
"A gold strike!" the hydro
grapher gasped. "And we----we're
planning to drown it under two
hundred feet of a lake!"
Brouillard's laugh was harsh.
"Don't let the fever get hold of
you, Grlslow. Don't forget that we
are here to carry out the plans of
the Reclamation Service —which
are more far-reaching and of a
good bit greater consequence than
'a dozen placer mines. Not that it
didn't maku me grab for hand
holds for a minute or two, mind
you. Massingale had calculated
pretty carefully on the dramatic
effect of his little shock. Anyway,
he drove the peg down good and
hard. If I would jump in and pull
every possible string to hurry tho
railroad over the range the secret
of the placer bar would remain a
secret. Otherwise he would ad
vertise It to the world. You know
what that would mean for us,
Murray."
"Mv Lord! I should say so!
Every white man in the camp
would (jo to gravel washing!"
• "That's it precisely," lirouillard
acquiesced gloomily. "Massingale
is a young tough, but he is shrewd
enough, when he is sober. He had
me dead to rights, and he knew
it."
"Say, Victor, I'm beginning to
acquire a great and growing re
spect for Mr. Stephen Massingale.
This field Is too small for him;
altogether too small. He ought to
get a job with some of the male
factors of great wealth. How did
you settle it finally?"
"Massingale was too shrewd to
push me. He told me to take a
week or two to think about It.
We dropped the matter by com
mon consent, and on the way
down the valley Massingale pitch
ed In a bit of information out of
what seemed to be sheer good will.
It seems that he and his father
have done a lot of test drilling up
and down the side of Crigringo at
one time and another, and he told
me that there Is a bed if rnicaco
ous shale under our south anchor
age, cautioning me not to let the
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Dr. Ldwards' Olive Tablets act
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Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets are
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through It."
"Well! That was pretty decont
of him."
"Yes; and it shows that Hard
ing was lying when he said that
the Massingales wore opposing tlie
reclamation project. They are
frankly in favor of it. Irrigation
in the Buckskin means popula
tion; and population will bring
the railroad, sooner or later. In
the matter of hurrying the track
laying, Massingale is only adopt
ing modern business methods."
Two days after the arrival of
the letter from Washington,
Brouillard. returning from a
horseback trip, found a visitor
awaiting hlui in the camp head
iinni'ters.
One glance at the heavy-faced
man chewing an extinct cigar
while he made himself comforta
ble in the only approach to a
lounging chair that the office af
forded, was sufficient to awaken
antagonism.
"My name Is Hosford and I rep
resent the llquola improvement
company as its manager and resi
dent engineer," said the lounger.
You're Brillard, the government
man, 1 take it?"
"Brouillard, if you please," was
the criup correction. "What can
we do for you, Mr. Hosford?"
"A good many things first and
last. I'm two or three days ahead
of my outfit, and you can put me
up somewhere uutil 1 get a camp
of my own. You've got some sort
of an engineers' mess, i take it?"
"We have," said Brouillard,
briefly. "You'll make yourself at
home with us, of course."
"All right; so much for that
part of it," said the self-lnvtted
guest. "Now lor the business end
or the deal. I'd like to go ovor
your plans for the power dam in
the upper canyon. If they look
good to me I'll adopt them."
"Perhaps we d better clear away
the underbrush before we begin
on the standing timber, Mr. Hos
ford," Brouillard said. "Have you
been given to understand that this
office is In any sense a tall to your
Improvement company's kite?"
"I haven't been 'given to under
stand' anything," was the gruff
rejoinder. "It won't be worth
your while to quarrel with us, Mr.
Brouillard."
"I am very far from wishing to
quarrel with anybody," said
Brouillard. "At the same time,
if you think that we are going to
do your engineering work, or any
part of It, for you, you are pretty
severely mistaken."
"You're off," said the big man
coolly. "Somebody hus bungled in
giving you the dope. You have
made plans for this power plant,
haven't you?"
"Yes; and they are the property
of the department. If you want
them, I'll turn them over to you
upon the proper order from head
quarters."
"That's a little more like it.
Where did you say Id find your
wire office?"
Brouillard gave the information
and, as Hosford went out, Grlslow
came In and took his place at the
mapping table.
"Glad you came back In time to
save my life," he remarked point
edly, with a sly glance at bis chief.
"It's a most modeßt name, 'The
Niquoia Improvement company,']
but It Is going to be like charity—|
covering a multitude of sins. Do
you know what that plank-faced
organizer has got up his sleeve?
He Is going to build us a neat, up
to-date little city right here In the'
middle of our piMit If I hadn't'
made him believe that I was only
a draughtsman he would have me.
out with a transit, running lines
for the streets."
"A city?—in this reservoir bot
tom? 1 guess not. He was only
stringing you to kill time.
Orizzy?"
"Don't you fool yourself!" ex
claimed tbe map-maker. "He's got
the plans in his grip. The cement
and power proposition is only c
side Issue."
I "I'll believe it when I ace It,"
was Brouillard's reply: and with
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that the matter rested for the mo
ment.
It was late in the day that
' Brouillard was given to see an
other and still less tolerable side
of his temporary guest. Hosford
had come into the office to plant
himself solidly In the makeshift
easy-chair.
"I've been looking over your
rules and regulations, Brouillard."
he began. "You're making a mls
tako in trying to transplant the
old Connecticut blue laws out
here. Your workingmen ought to
have the right to spend their
money in any way that suits 'em."
Hroiiillard was pointedly occu
pying himself at his teak, but he
looked up long enough to say:
"Whisky, you mean?"
"That and other things. They
tell me that you don't allow any
open gambling."
"We don't," was the short re
joinder.
"That won't hold water after
we get things fairly in motion.
When I find a man bearing down
hard on all the little vices, It al
ways make.i we wonder what's the
name of the corking big one he Is
trying to cover up."
Since there was obviously no
peaceful reply to be made to this,
lliotilllard bent lower over his
work and said nothing. How was
he to hold a camp of several hun
dred men in decent subjection If
the temptations of a boomer's city
were to be brought within arm's
reach of Hie work on Iho dam? It
seemed blankly Incredible that the
department heads In Washington
should sanction such an invasion
if they knew the full moaning of
it.
The "If" gave him an Idea.
What if Ihe boomers were taking
an unauthorized ell for their au-
thorized Inch? He had taken a
telegraph pad from the desk sta
tionery rack and was composing
his message of Inquiry when the
door opened and Quinlan, the op
erator, came In with a communica
tion fresh from the Washington
wire. The massage was an Indi
rect reply to Hosford's telegraphed
appeal to the higher powers.
Brouillard read It, stuck It upon
the file, and took a roll .-[ blue
prints from the bottom drawer of
Ms desk.
"Here are the drawings for your
nower Installation, Mr. Hosford,"
he said, handing the roll to the
man In the chair. And a little
inter he went out to smoke a pipe
•ii the open air, leaving the mes
sage of Inquiry unwritten.
((Vintlnueil In Odi 1 'Next Issue.)

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