Hallett Herald. (Hallett, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 7, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 7, 1916 Page: 3 of 8
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THE HALLETT HERALD
THE CITY OF NUMBERED
DAYS BY FRANCIS LYNDE
Copyrtrfht by Ckarles Scrtkaar'a Soaa
It teems to be the tcheme of
life In all ages and climes that
Just when a man thinks he is
able to ttanc on hit moral feet,
temptation comet and tries to
trip him up. Do you know the
power uf money to corrupt hon-
eaty? And do you knew the
power of a good woman to
ttrangle corruption? In this
ttory you will find thete prob-
lem! working themtelvet out.
It was not characteristic of Broull-
lard— the Broulllard Grislow knew
best—that he should suffer the purely
technical talk of dams and reservoirs,
bed-rock anchorages, 'and the latest
word In concrete structural processes
to languish and should drift Into per-
sonal reminiscences over their first
evening campflre In the Nlquoia.
"As you were saying?" Grislow
prompted, stretching himself luxuri
ously upon the fragrant banking of
freshly clipped spruce tips, with his
feet to the blaze and his hands locked
under his head. He felt that Broull
lard was merely responding to the
subtle Influences of time, place and
encompassments and took no shame
for being an analytical rather than a
sympathetic listener. The hundred-odd
men of the pioneer party, relaxing
after the day-long march over the
mountains, were smoking, yarning, or
playing cards around the dozen or
more campflres. The evening, with a
half-grown moon silvering the inverted
bowl of a firmament which seemed to
shut down, lldllke, upon the mountain
rim of the hlgh-walled valley, was
"I was saying that the present-day
world slant Is sanely skeptical—as It
should be," Broulllard went on at the
end of the thoughtful pause. "Just the
same, every man has his little atavis-
tic streak, If you can hit upon It For
example, away back In the porringer
period, In which we are all like the
pin-feathered dickybirds, open-mouth-
ed for anything anybody may drop Into
us someone fed me with the number
"8ucculent morsel!" chuckled Oris
low. "Did It agree with you?"
Broulllard sat back from the flre
and clasped hlB hands over his bent
knees. He was of a type rare enough
to be noteworthy—a well-knit figure
of a man, rather under the normal
stature, but bulging athletically In the
loose-fitting khaki of the engineer;
dark of skin, and owning a face which
might have served as a model for a
Vlerge study of a fighting franc-tlreur.
"I don't remember how early in the
game the thing began," he resumed,
Ignoring Grislow's joking Interruption,
"but away back In the dimmest dawn-
lngs the number seven began to have
a curious significance for me. Back in
the pin-feather time somebody handed
me a fact about the waste and replace-
ment that goes on In the human or-
ganism, bringing around a complete
cellular change about once In every
•even years. Are you asleep?"
"Not yet; go on," said the hydrog-
"Up to my seventh birthday 1 was
a sickly child, puny and only about
half alive. It came—the change, I
mean—when I was seven years old
That was the year of our removal to
Vlncennes from the country village
where I was born. Since that time 1
haven't known what It means to be
sick, or even ailing."
"Bully old change!" applauded Grit-
low. "I that all?"
"No. What the second period spent
on my body It took out of my mind. I
grew stouter and stronger every year
and became more and more the stu-
pidest blockhead that ever thumbed a
achoolbook. I was fourteen to a day
when I squeezed through the final
grammar grade; think of It—fourteen
years old and still with the woman
teachers! I found out afterward that
I got my dubiously given passport to
the high school chiefly because my
father was one of the best-known and
best-loved men In the old home town.
Perhaps it wasn't the magic seven that
built me all over new that summer
perhaps It was only the change In
schools and teachers. But from that
year on all the hard things were too
easy. It was as If somebody or some-
thing had suddenly opened a closed
door In my brain and let the daylight
Into all the dark corners at one*."
Grislow sat up and finished for him.
"Yes; and since that time you have
staved your way through the univer-
sity. and butted Into the reclamation
service, and played skittles with every
other man's chances of promotion un-
til you have come out at the top of
the heap In the construction division,
all of which you're much too modest
to brag about. But, say; we've
skipped one of the seven-year flag sta-
tions. What happened when yotr were
twenty-one—or were you too busy Just
then chasing the elusive engineering
degree to take notice?"
Broulllard was staring out over the
loom of the dozen campflres—out and
across the valley at the massive bulk
of Mount Chlgrlngo rising like a hug6
barrier dark to the skyline save for a
single pinprick of yellow light fixing
the position of a solitary miner's
cabin half way between the valley
level and the summit. When he spoke
again the hydrographer had been given
time to shave another pipe charge of
tobacco from his pocket plug and to
fill and light the brier.
"When I was twenty-one my father
died, and"—he stopped short and then
went on In a tone which was more
than half apologetic—"! don't mind
telling, Grislow; you're not the kind
to pass It on where it would hurt. At
twenty-one I was left with a back load
that I am carrying to this good day;
that I will probably go on carrying
Grislow walked around the flre.
kicked two or three of the charred log
ends Into the blaze, and growled when
the resulting smoke rose up to choke
and blind him.
"Forget it, Victor," he said. "In less
than a hundredth part of that time
you'll be at the top of the reclamation
service pay roll—won't that help out?"
"No; not appreciably."
Grislow gave it up at that and went
back to the original contention.
"We're dodging the main issue," he
said. "What Is the active principle
of your 'sevens'—or haven't you fig-
ured It out?"
"Change," was the prompt rejoin-
der; "always something different—
"And what start^l you off into the
memory woods, particularly tonight?"
"Coincidences. It began with that
hopelessly unreliable little clock that
Anson persists In carrying around
with him wherever he goes. While you
Brouillard Wat Staring Out Over tht
Loom of the Camp Flret.
Don't you? It was only another of
the coincidences, of course. While I
stood staring at the clock Anson came
In with Griffith's tool kit 'I've got to
tinker her again,' he said. 'She's got
so she keeps Pacific time with one
hand and eastern with the other.' Then
I understood that he had been tinker-
ing with It and had merely gone over
to Griffith's tent for the tools."
•Well," said Grislow again, "what of
It? The clock struck seven, you say;
but It also struck four."
Broulllard's smile tilted his curling
mustaches to the sardonic angle.
The combination was what called
the turn, Grizzy. Today happens to
be my twenty-eighth birthday—the end
of the fourth cycle of seven."
"By George!" ejaculated the hydrog-
rapher In mock perturbation, sitting
up so suddenly that he dropped his
pipe Into the ashes of the flre. "In
that case, according to what seems to
be the well-established custom, some-
thing is due to fall in right now!"
"1 have been looking (or It all day,"
returned Broulllard calmly.
It was Murray Grislow who finally
rang the curtain call on the prolonged
"Say, man! do you know that It Is
after ten o'clock?" he demanded, hold-
ing the face of his watch down to the
glow of the dying embers. "You may
Bit here all night, If you like, but It's
me for the blankets. Now, what In the
name of a guilty conscience Is that?"
As It chanced, they were both fac-
ing toward the lower end of the val
ley when the apparition flashed into
view. In the deepest of the shadows
at the mouth of the gorge, where the
torrenting Nlquoia straightened itself
momentarily before entering upon Its
plunging race through the mountain
barrier a beam of white light flickered
unsteadily for a fraction of a second.
Then it became a luminous pencil to
trace a zigzag line up the winding
course of the river, across to the foot-
hill spur where the camp of the recla
mation service vanguard was pitched,
and so on around to the base of the
Chlgrlngo. For certain other seconds
it remained quiescent, glowing bale-
fully like the eye of some fabled mon
ster searching for its prey. Then It
Grislow's comment took the form of
a half-startled exclamation
"By Jove! wouldn't that give you a
fit of the creeples?—this far from clvi
llzatlon and a dynamo? What are you
calling It?" . /
"Your guess is as good as mine,
was the half-absent reply. Broulllard
had got upon his feet and was but-
toning his many-pocketed shooting
"I'm going to take a little hike down
yonder for investigation purposes.
Want to come along?"
But the mapper of watersheds was
yawning sleepily. "Not on your tin-
type," he refused. "I'm going to 'cork
it orf In me 'ammick.'"
It was only a short mile from the
camp on the Inward slopes of the east-
ern foothills to the mouth of the outlet
gorge, across which Brouillard could
already see, In mental prevision, the
great gray wall of the projected Nl-
quoia dam—his future work—curving
majestically from the broken shoulder
of Chlgrlngo to the Opposing steeps
of Jack's mountain. The half-grown
moon, tilting now toward the skyline
of the western barrier, was leaving the
canyon portal in deepest gloom.
Picking his way Judiciously because
the trail was new to him. Broulllard
came In due time to the descending
path among the spruces and scrub
pines leading to the western outlook
upon the desert swales and sandhills
lng an all-night bivouac on Its eastern
edge was not so readily apparent
The young engineer saw no reason
why he should Intrude upon the group
at the cheerful campflre. On the con-
trary, he began speedily to find good
and sufficient reasons why he should
not. That the real restraining motive
was a sudden attack of desert shyness
he would not have admitted. But the
fact remained. Four years In the rec-
lamation service had made the good
looking young chief of construction a
man-queller of quality. But each year
of Isolation had done something
toward weakening the social ties
A loosened pebble turned the scale.
When a bit of the coarse-grained Band
stone of the trail rolled under Broull
lard's foot and went clattering down
to plunge Into the stream the man in
the chauffeur leather reached for the
searchlight lantern and directed its
beam upon the canyon portal. But by
that time Broulllard had sought the
shelter of the scrub pines and was re-
tracing his steps up the shoulder ot
That Knife-Like Pain
Have you a lame back, aching day
and night? Do you feel sharp pains
after stooping? Are the kidneys
sore? Is their action Irregular? Do
you have heudaches, backaches,
rheumatic pains,—feel tired, nerv-
ous, all worn-out? Use Doan's Kid-
ney Pills—the medicine recom-
mended by so many people In this
locality. Read the experience that
An Oklahoma Case
C. L. Cutter. E.
Main St., Watonga.
Okla., says: "I had
kidney and bladder
disease for years
and was laid up for
weeks. My back was
to lame and painful
at times that I could
hardly move and I
had almost given up
hoi>e of being cured.
when I heard of
Doan's Kidney rills.
They restored me to
good health and dur-
ing .the past few
years I haven't had
a sign of the old trouble."
Gat Doan's at Aay Store, BOe a Box
FOSTER MILBURN CO.. BUFFALO. N. Y.
"That man's argument," exclaimed
Jorklns, "ns put forth in this printed
pane, has not a leg to stand on."
"Why, pa," Interrupted his better
half, "look at the foot notes."
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were up on the hill cutting your spruce
tips Anson went over to his tent and
lighted up, and a few minutes after-
ward I heard the clock strike—seven
Just as I was comfortably forgetting
the significant reminder the clock
went off again, striking slowly, as if
the mechanism were nearly run
"Another seven?" queried Grislow
"No; it struck four."
"Well?" was the bantering comment,
"I suppose Anson was tinkering with
his little tin god of a timepiece. It's
a habit of his."
"I was curious enough to go and
look. When I lifted the flap the tent
was empty. The clock was ticking
away on Anson's soap-box dressing
caso, with a lighted candle beside It,
and for a craxy half-second I had
shock, Murray—the minute hand was
pointing to four and the hour hand to
"Still 1 don't see the miraculous tig
ntflcance," said the hydrographer
Broulllaiyl was not what the West
calls "Jumpy." Four years of field
work, government or other, count for
something; and the man who hai
proved powder-shy in any stage of his
grapple with the Land of Short Notice
is customarily a dead man
In spite of his training, however, the
young chief of construction, making an
early morning exploration of the site
for the new dam, winced handsomely
when the shock of a distance-muffled
explosion trembled upon the crisp
morning air, coming, as it seemed,
from some po'.nt near the lower end
of the canyon.
The detonating crash reminded him
forcibly that the presence of the tour
lng party was asserting Itself. The ex-
plosion was too heavy to figure as a
gunshot. Therefore It must have been
an accident of some sort—possibly the
blowing up of the automobile.
Between this and a hurried weight-
ing of the sheaf of blueprints with his
fieldglass preparatory to a first-aid
dash down the outlet gorge, there was
no appreciable interval. But when hs
came to his outlook halting place ol
the night before, he saw that there bad
been no acclder.t. The big touring car,
yellow with the dust of the Buckskin,
stood Intact on the Band flat where
it had been backed and turned and
headed toward the desert. Wading in
the shallows of the river with a linen
dust robe for a seine, the two younger
men of the party were gathering the
choicest of the dead mountain trout
with which the eddy was thickly dot
Coming toward him on the upward
trail, and climbing laboriously to gain
the easier path among the pines, were
the two remaining members of tht
party—an elderly, pudgy, stocklly built
man with a gray face, stiff gray mus-
taches and sandy-gray eyes to match,
and the young woman, booted, gaunt-
leted, veiled, and bulked Into shape-
lesaness by her touring coat Broull
lard had a sudden rush of blood to the
anger cells when he realized that the
alarm which had brought him two
hard-breathing miles out of his way
had been the discharge of a stick ol
dynamite thrown into the Nlquoia for
the fish-killing purpose. In his code
the dynamiting of a stream figured as
a high crime. But the two on the trai!
had come up, and his protest was fore-
Lost In Wonder.
"Can you tell me what part women
played In the recent presidential elec-
"No," answered Mr. Twobble. "I
was so excited over Mrs. Twobble's
Qret visit to a voting booth that 1 did
not notice what other women were do-
AVOID A DOCTOR'S BILL
on the first of the month by taking
now a bottle of Mansfield Cough Bal-
sam for that hacking, hollow cough.
Price 25c and 50c— Adv.
4DULT DEATH RATE TOO HIGH
Australian Committion, After Investl-
gation, Points Out Causes of Mor-
tality in Middle Age.
The statement made in a recent
bulletin of the New York board of
health by Dr. Charles F. Bolduan that
the expectation of life fpr a man of
forty was actually at least a year
shorter than It was ten years ago, re-
ceives confirmation from Australia in
the report of a commission appointed
to inquire into the causes of death and
The Lancet (London) quotes this
commission's report as saying that the
principal risk of middle age Is In high
blood tension. The principal cnuses of
this are found lr. overstrain and In
chronic poisoning of the blood by foods
and drinks, and from the bowels and
The Lancet says the recommenda-
tions of the New York and the Aus-
tralian bodies are somewhat vague, but
It welcomes a campaign ngalnst avoid-
able adult mortality which, It says,
"need not become an opportunity for
the exhibition of rampant fuddlness,
though risk lies In this direction."
stalled by the elderly man with tht
At the canyon portal, where the forest | gray Jace and the sandy-gray eyes,
thinned away and left him standing
at the head of the final descending
plunge in the trail, he found himself
looking down upon the explanation of
the curious apparition.
None the less, what he saw was in
itself rather Inexplicable. In the first
desert looping of the river a campflre
of plnyon knots was blazing cheerfully,
and beside It. with a picnic hamper for
a table, sat a supper party of three-
two men and a woman—in enveloping
dust-coats, and a third man in chauf-
feur leather serving the sitters. Back
of the group, and with Its detachable
gearchllght missing, stood a huge tour
lng car to account for the picnic ham-
per, the dust-coats, the man in leather,
and, doubtless, for the apparltlonal eye
which had appeared and disappeared
at the mouth of the upper gorge. Also
it accounted, In a purely physical
sense, for the presence of the plcnlck
•rs, though the whim which had led
them to cross the desolate Buckskin
desert for the dublou* pleasure of mak
whose explosive "Ha!" was as much
measure of his breathlessness as o!
What do you think will bt
capital's flrtt move to get con-
cessiont for city building near
the Nlquoia dam project?
Intentiont Were Good.
Wife—I've been the making of you,
Husband—I'd reciprocate, if I was a
Dolly Footllght—I hear that Brutua
de Fake, the heavy tragedian, got into
a fight with a shoe clerk.
Jack Limelight—Yes; he asked to
see a pair of shoet, and the clerk
asked him if he wanted walking shoea.
"I hear, Tommy, you saved a life
in the war."
"Hi did, tlr."
"How did you do it, Tommyr
"By not hinllsUnji, sir,"
The cheerful feeling you
possess after a drink of
something hot and flavory
should be only the beginning
of your satisfaction.
For this very reason more
and more people are turning
from coffee to
A lessened tendency to such
annoyances aa nervousnesi
and sleeplessness repays
A ten-day trial of this de-
lightful, flavory hot drink has
assisted so many to health
and comfort that your friend,
the Postum drinker, will tel)
you its well worth while.
"There's a Reason"
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