Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 June 1916 — Page 2

THE CITY OF NUMBERED DAYS

CHAPTER XXll—Continued. Harlan’s lean, fine-lined face was a study in changing emotions as he read. But at the end there was an aggrieved look tn his eyes, mirroring the poignant regret of a newsman who has found a priceless story which he dares not use. “It’s ripping,” he sighed, “the biggest piece of fireworks a poor devil of a newspaper man ever had a chance to touch off. But, of course, I can’t print it” “Why ‘of course'?” “For the same reason that a sane man doesn’t peek down the muzzle of a loaded gun when he is monkeying with the trigger. I want to live a little while longer.” Broulllard looked relieved. “I thought, perhaps, It was on account of your investments,” he said. “Not at the present writing/’ amended Harlan with a grin. “I got a case of cold feet when we had that little let-up a while back, and when the market opened I cleaned up and sent the sureenough little round dollars home to Ohio.” "And still you won’t print this?” “I’d like to; you don’t know how much I’d like to. But they’d hang me and sack the shop. I shouldn’t blame ’em. If what you have said here ever gets into cold type, it’s good-by Mlrapolls. Why, Broulllard, the whole United States would rise up and tell us to get off the map. You’ve made us look like thirty cents trying to block the wheels of a million dollars —and that is about the real size of it, I guess.” “Then it is your opinion that if this were printed it would do the business?” “There isn’t the slightest doubt about It” "Thank you, Harlan, that is what I wanted to find out —if I had made it strong enough. It’ll be printed. 111 put it on the wires to the Associated Press. I was merely giving .you the first hack at it.” “Gee—gosh! hold on a minute!” exclaimed the newsman, jumping up and snapping his fingers. "If I weren’t such a dod-gasted coward! Let me run in a few ‘lt is alleged’s’, and I’ll chance it.” "No; it goes as it lies. There are no allegations. It is merely a string ot cold facts, as you very well know. Print it if you like, and I’ll see to it that they don’t hang you or loot the office. I have two hundred of the safest men on my force under arms tonight, and we’ll take care of you. I’m in thifl thing for blood, Harlan, and when I get through, this little obstruo-

"If What You Have Said Here Ever Gets Into Cold Type, It’s Good-by!"

tion in th\way of progress that Cortwright and his crowd planned, and that you and I and a lot of other fools and knaves helped to build, will be cooling itself under two hundred feet of water.' ‘ “Good Lord!” said the editor, still unable to compass the barbaric suddenness of it. Then he ran his eye over the scratch sheets again. “Does this formal notice that the waste-gates will be closed three weeks from tomorrow go as it stands?" he inquired. “It does. I have the department’s authority. You know as well as Ido that unless a fixed day is set there will be no move made. We are ail trespassers here, and we’ve been warned oft. That’s all there is to it. And if we can’t gW our little belongings up into the hills In three weeks it’s our loss; we had no business bringing them here." The editor looked up with a light of a new discdvery in his eyes. “You say ‘we’ and ‘our.’ That reminds me; Garner told me no longer ago than this afternoon that you are on record for something like a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of choice Mirafolie front feet. How about that?” • • Brouillard’s smile was quite heartwhole. “I’ve kept my salary in a separate pocket, Harlan. Besides that—well, J

came here with nothing and I shall go away with nothing. The rest of it was all stage money.” ••Say—by hen!” ejaculated the owner of the Spotlight. Then, smiting the desk: "You ought to let me print that. I’d run it in red headlines across the top of the front page. But, of course, you won’t. . . • Well, here goes for the fireworks and a chance of a soaped rope.” And he pushed the bell button for the copy boy. Late as it was when he left the Spotlight office, Broulllard waited on the corner for a Quadjenai car, and, catching one, he was presently whisked out to the ornate villa in the eastern suburb. There was a light in the hall and another in a room to the rear, and it was Amy who answered his touch of the bell-push. "No, I can't stay," he said, when she asked him in. —“But l had tocome, H it was only for a minute. The deed is done. I’ve had my nextrto-the-last round-up with Mr. J. Wesley Cortwright, and tomorrow’s Spotlight will fire the sunset gun for Mirapolls. Is your father here?” “No. He and Stevie are up at the mine. lam looking for them on every car.”

“When they come, tell your father it’s time to hike. Are you all packed?” She nodded. “Everything is ready.” "All right. Three of my teams will be here by midnight, at the latest. The drivers and helpers will be good men and you can trust them. Don’t let anything interfere with your getting safely up to the mountain tonight. There’ll be warm times in Gomorrah from this on and I want a free hand—which 1 shouldn’t have with you here.” “Oh, I’m glad, glad!—and I’m Just as scared as I can be!” she gasped with true feminine inconsistency. "They will single you out first; what If I am sending you to your death, Victor! Oh, please don’t go and break my heart the other way across by getting killed!” He drew a deep breath and laughed. “You don’t know how good it sounds to hear you say that —and say it in that way. ” I sha’n’t be reckless. But I’m going to bring J. Wesley and his crowd to book—they’ve got to go, and they’ve got to turn the ‘Little Susan loose." “They will never do that," she said sadly. “I’ll make them; you wait and see.” She looked up with the violet eyes kindling. “I told you once that you could do anything you wanted to—if you only wanted to hard enough. I believed it then; I believe it now." “No,” he denied with a smile that was half sorrowful, “I can’t make two hills without a valley between them. I’ve chased down the back track like a little man—for love’s sake, Amy—and I’ve burned all the bridges behind me as I ran; namely, the sham deeds to the pieces of reservoir bottom I’d been buying. But when it is all over I shall be just where I was when we began—exactly one hundred thousand dollars short of being able to say: ‘Come, girl, let’s go and get married.’ ” “But father owes you a hundred thousand dollars,” she said quickly. “Not in a hundred thousand years, O most inconsistent of women! Didn’t we agree that that money was poisoned? It was the purchase price of an immortal soul, and I wouldn’t touch it with a pair of tongs. That is why your father couldn’t use it; it belonged to the devil and the devil wanted it back." “Father won’t take that view of it,” she protested. “Then you’ll have to help me to bully him, that’s all. But I must go and relieve Grizzy, who is doing guard duty at the mixers. . . . Tell your father—no, that isn’t what I meant to say, it's this —” and his arms went suddenly across the hundred-thpusand-dollar chasm.

CHAPTER XXIII Exodus

In the Yellowstone National park there is an apparently bottomless pit which can be instantly transformed into a spouting, roaring Vesuvius of boiling water by the simple expedient of dropping a bar of sqap into it. The Spotlight went to press at three o’clock. By the earliest graying of dawn, and long before the sun had shown itself above the eastern Timanyonis, Brouillard’s bar of soap was melting and the Mirapolitan underdepths were beginning to heave. Like wildfire, the news spread from lip to lip and street to street, and by sunrise the geyser was* retching and vomiting, belching debris of cries and maledictions, and pouring excited and riotous crowds Into Chigringo avenue. Most naturally, the Spotlight office was the first point of attack, and Harlan suffered loss, though it was inconsiderable. At the battering down of the doors the angry mob found itself confronting the young reclamation service chief and four members of his stuff, all armed. Broulllard spoke briefly and to the point.

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“I am the man who wrote that article you’ve been reading, and Mr. Karlin' printed it as a matter of news. If you have anything to say to me you know where to find me. Now, move on and let Mr. Harlan’s property alone or somebody will get hurt.” Nobody stayed to press the argument at the moment. An early-morn-ing mob is proverbially incoherent and incohesive; and, besides, loaded Winchesters in the hands of five determined men are apt to have an eloquence which is more or less convincing. But with the opening of business the geyser spouted again. The exchanges were mobbed by eager sellers, each frenzied struggler hoping against hope that he might find someone simple enough to buy. At ten o’clock the bank

The Spotlight Office Was the First Point of Attack.

closed —“Temporarily," the placard notice said. But there were plenty to believe that it would never open again. By noon the trading panic had exhausted Itself a little, though the lobby and case of the Metropole were crowded, and anxious groups quickly formed around any nucleus of rumor or gossip in the streets. Between one and two o’clock, while Brouillard, Leshlngton and Anson were hastily eating a luncheon sent over to the mapping room from Bongras’, Harlan drifted in. “Spill your news,” commanded Leshlngton gruffly. “What’s doing, and who’s doing it?” “Nobody, and nothing much,” said Harlan, answering the two queries as one. “The town is falling apart like a bunch of sand and the get-away has set In. Two full trains went east this forenoon, and two more are scheduled for this afternoon If the railroad people can get the cars here.” "‘Good-by, little girl, good-by,’” hummed Grislow, entering in time to hear the report of the flight. But Leshington was shaking his big head moodily. “Laugh about it if you can, but it’s no joke,” he growled. “When the froth is blown away and the bubbles quit rising, there are going to be some mighty bitter settlings left in the bottom of the stein.” “You’re right, Leshington,” said Harlan, gravely. “What we’re seeing now is only the shocked surprise of It —as when a man says ‘Ouch!’ before he realizes that the dog which has bitten him has a well-developed case of rabies. We’ll come td the hydrophobic stage later on.” By nightfall of this first day the editor’s ominous prophecy seemed about to reach its fulfillment. The avenue was crowded again and the din and clamor was the roar of a mob infuriated. Brouillard and Leshington had just returned from posting a company of the workmen guard at the mixers and crushers, when Grislow, who had been scouting on the avenue, came in. “Harmless enough yet,” he reported. "It’s only some more of the get-away that Harlan was describing. Just the same, it’s something awful. People are fairly cliitibing ‘over one another on the road up the hill to the station—with no possible hope of getting a train before some time tomorrow. Teamsters are charging twenty-five dollars a load for moving stuff that won’t find cars for a week, and they’re scarce at the price.” Leshington, who was not normally a profane man, opened his mouth and said things. • “If the Cortwright crowd had one man in it with a single Idea beyond, saving his own miserable stake! he stormed. "Whqt are the spell-binders doing, Grizzy?" The hydrographer grinned. "Cortwright and* a chosen few left this afternoon, hotfoot, for Washington, to get the government to interfere. That s, the story they’d like to have the people believe. But the fact ls - they away from Judge Lynch.” “Yes; I think I see ’em coming back —not!” snorted the first assistant. Then to Brouillard: "That puts it up

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to us from this out Is there anything we can do?” , Broulllard shook his head. “I don’t want to stop the retreat. -I’ve heard from President Ford. The entire westtern division will hustle the business of emptying the town, and the quicker it is done the sooner it will be over.” For a tumultuous week the flight from the doomed city went on, and the overtaxed single-track railroad wrought miracles of transportation. Not until the second week did the idea of material salvage take root, but, once started, it grew like Jonah’s gourd. Hundreds of wrecking crews were formed. “It begins to look a little better.” said Anson on the day in the third week when the army of government laborers began to strip the final forms from the top of the great wall which now united the two mountain shoulders and completely overshadowed and dominated the dismantled town. “If the avenue would only take its hunch and go, the agony would be over.” “It will be worse before it is better,” was the young chief’s prediction, and the foreboding verified itself that night. Looting of a more or less brazen sort had been going on from the first, 'and by nine o’clock of the night of prediction a loosely organized mob of drink-maddened terrorists was drifting from street to street, and there were violence and incendiarism to follow. Though the property destruction mattered little, the anarchy it was breeding had to be controlled. Brouillard and Leshington got out their reserve force and did what they could to restore some semblance of order. It was little enough; and by ten o’clock the amateur policing of the city had reduced itself to a double guarding of the dam and the machinery, and a cordoning of the Metropole, the reclamation service buildings, and the Spotlight office. For Harlan, the dash of sporting blood in his veins asserting itself, still stayed on and continued to issue his paper.

“I said I wanted to be in at the death, and for a few minutes tonight I thought I was going to he,” he told Brouillard, when the engineer had posted his guards and had climbed the stair to the editorial office. Then he asked a question: “When is this little hell-on-earth going to be finally extinguished, Victor?" Instead of answering, Brouillard put a question of his own: “Did you know that Cortwright and Schermerhorn and Judge Williams came back this evening, Harlan?” “I did,” said the newspaper man. "They are registered at the Metropole as large as life.” "What’s up?” "That is what I’d like to know. There’s a bunch of strangers at the Metropole, too, a sheriff’s posse, Poodles thinks; at least, there is a deputy from Red Butte with the crowd." Harlan tilted back in his chair and scanned the ceiling reflectively. “This thing is getting on my nerve, old man. I wish we could clean the slate and all go home.” “It is going to be cleaned. Notices will be posted tomorrow - warning everybody that the waste-gates will be closed promptly on the date advertised.” “When is it? Things have been revolving too rapidly to let me remember such a trivial item as a date." “It is the day after tomorrow, at noon.” The owner of the Spotlight nodded. “Let her go, Gallagher. I’ve got everything,on skids, even the presses. Au revoir —or perhaps one should say, Au reservoir.”

Fresh shoutings and a crackling of pistols arose in the direction of the plaza, and Brouillard got up and went to a wlhdow. The red glow of other house burnings loomed against the somber background of Jack’s mountain. “Senseless savages!” he muttered, and then went back to the editor. “I don’t like this Cortwright reappearance, Harlan. I wish I knew what it means.” “Let’s see," said the newsman thoughtfully; “what is there worth taking that they didn’t take in the sauve qui peut? By Jove—say! Did old David Massingale get out of J. Wesley’s clutches before the lightning struck?"

“I wish I could say ‘Yep’, and be sure of It,” was the sober reply. “You knew about the thieving stock deal, or what you didn’t know I told you. Well, I had Massingale, as president, call a meeting of directors —which never met. Afterward, acting under legal advice, he went on working the mine, and he’s been working it ever since, shipping a good bit of ore now and then, when he could squeeze it in between the get-away trains. Of course, there is bound to be a future of some sort; but that is the present condition of affairs.” _—" ——- “How about those notes in the bank? Wasn’t Massingale personally involved in some way?” Broulllard bounded out of his chair as if the question had been a pointblank pistol shot.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

HOW TO SECURE GOOD STAND OF ALFALFA

(By GRACE MARIAN SMITH.) In buying alfalfa seed it is well to test it before planting. Examine it first, and if there is a large percentage of weed seeds or small withered alfalfa seed, do not use it. Your state experiment station will tell you where you can get good seed. Nurse Crop.—Sometimes alfalfa is seeded with a nurse crop. The nurse crop is supposed to keep the weeds down. But the barley, or rye, or oats or whatever is seeded with the alfalfa will use moisture and plant food which may be needed by the alfalfa. It shades the young alfalfa plants, and when it is cut, the alfalfa is suddenly exposed to the sun’s rays which may cause the weak plants to wither. The young alfalfa may be trampled when cutting the nurse crop. All these things should be considered in deciding whether or not to sow with a nurse crop. Care of Plot. —After the alfalfa is well started it must be watched closely the first year. If it turns yellow or sickly looking, mow it down but don’t become discouraged. The roots are probably all right yet, and if you give them a little help, they may surprise you later by sending up new shoots. Alfalfa which turns yellow is usually in need of lime, drainage, or bacteria, or all three. When alfalfa turns yellow it should be mowed at once. Take good care of the baby plant and when it is a little older it will be strong enough to fight its own battles. Harvesting-—Now about the time to harvest. Experience proves that it

GUARDING AGAINST SHORTAGE OF FEED

Big Item in Preparedness as Applied to a Live Stock Farm Found in Silo. Silos are effective fortifications against feed shortage, ravages of dry weather, hail storms, late spring, early frost, and poverty—suggests Prof. C. Larson of the South Dakota state college. He says: “Four silos are standing in one row on the north end of the state college dairy barn. A visitor to the college said ‘From a distance, those silos and barn appear like one of those ancient castles with its towers aid forts that we see over in the old country. In these days when there is so much war and preparedness talk in the air, there is some excuse for applying it to silos and dairy barns. “A big item in preparedness as applied to a live stock farm is to have a silo Just now seems to be the time when money is appropriated for preparedness. Why should not every fanner make an appropriation for preparedness in the'shape of a silo? A silo will pay for itself in two years, fatten the pocketbook, and add a lot of comfort to the cows and the feeder. Where is there another preparedness scheme that will do as well? If a person can’t afford one of the expen-

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is important to cut alfalfa at exactly the right time, and that neglect may result in the dying out of the plants. Usually the alfalfa begins to bloom about the time it is ready to cut, but we must not depend on the blossom to tell us when to cut. Watch the basal shoots. There are always more or less shoots starting onalfalfa and a little experience is necessary to know just exactly when is the best time to cut. When there are a great many new shoots and these have grown to one and a half or two inches high, then we should cut at once. If we cut earlier we will have taken off the first crop before the new came on and so lost some growing time. We want to keep the alfalfa crop working all the time so as to get as many cuttings and as large a yield as possible. If we cut late, the mower is apt to clip off the heads of the new shoots. Alfalfa grows from the end of the shoot as a fem does, and if we Injure the second growth by clipping off the heads, the next crop will have to start over by growing an entirely new set of shoots. If the cutting Is delayed too long, until the plant begins tn go to seed, the vigor of the plant Is gone just as it is In any plant where seed Is allowed to ripen. We must also be careful not to cut too late in the fall but to leave a growth of six or eight Inches high. This holds the snow, protects the roots, and serves as a preventive against the heaving of the ground caused by alternate freezing and thawing. Heaving - loosens the roots and they are apt to be killed by exposure.

Uniform Alfalfa Seed.

. f \ sive silos a cheap, but serviceable one can be built. "Dosnot let that anticipated bumper crop of corn stalks go to waste this fall. Remember that forty per cent of the food value of the corn plant is in the stalk. Put it into the silo. The farmer who does it will thank himself many times when the cold and stormy winter weather comes. If the cows could speak they, too, would say ‘Thank you!’ ”

COLONY HOUSE PLAN QUITE SATISFACTORY

Much More Adapted to Needs of Young Chicks Than the OldFashioned Brooder. The small outdoor brooder is practically a thing of the past and it is well that it is so, for they were both unreliable and inconvenient to attend to, especially in stormy weather. It costs but little more to build a cheap colony house and equip it with either adaptable dr portable hover, or better still, the colony brooder stove, than it did formerly to purchase an Outdoor brooder that would really give reasonable satisfaction. The colonyhouse plan is much more satisfactory and the investment can be made use of the year around. Clean the brooder frequently and use plenty of disinfectant, _