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Show THE LEIII SUN, LEIII, UTAH Wells Must Be Closed Until Apr. 1 State Engineer Ed. H. Watson has proclaimed the closing of wells diverting water from underground sources beginning with November 1, 1946, and ending April 1, 1947, as provided by law, according to an announcement made today by S. R. Boswell, Utah County Agent. All persons owning, or having control con-trol of, any artesian or pump well, or wells in this State are required to close, cap, valve, or other mechanical mech-anical device or by repairs, all wells except those providing water for beneficial use. Beneficial use during the above period does not include irrigation.- It is also pro vided Hint J... .. r.A "'"umeation of well. K cie Iauure the Jut CirA..8er under- in the interes of rn pro.claimei undergrotlrr1"!1?6 Provide ( maximum ntiTfr SJI A a result of 1 4 vising urder ther wan rndnabedurithPa sea iaHv Water whi materially mater-ially helped to mature crops. Strict . Disregard oithTcioffi he ve3n0r and if nssar" the State Engineer will bring ac-the ac-the district court to . torn where I sit ... Joe Marsh, Why Bert Won First Prize Folks weren't surprised when Bert Childers won first prize for his corn at the county fair. Yet the Judges admit it wasn't just because Bert had the finest ears of corn. He knew how to dt'-pay dt'-pay them: neatly arranged, with the husks cleanly trimmed, and the booth white and spotless. "Trimmings" sure make a difference differ-ence no matter what you're offeringas offer-ingas Andy Botkin, keeper of the Garden Tavern, well knows. Andy doesn't just sell good beer. He sells it in a place that's clean and attractive... attrac-tive... in nice surroundings that belong with the enjoyment of wholesome beverage of moderation. And Andy, of course, is a wholehearted whole-hearted supporter of 4,Self Regu-lation." Regu-lation." 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Madame Kinross Kin-ross quiets the men. then asks Mark to cancel the lease. Mark refuses. A moment mo-ment later Horace Broussac, Madam Kinross' lawyer, arrives. He offers Mark 16,000 for rescinding the lease, but Hark again refuses. Broussae Is visibly angered at this, but promises that be will not Interfere with the lumbering operations. CHAPTER III Mark had arranged for a supply money three thousand dollars, 1 fact to be sent by registered mail. Monsieur Vitard. who was also the postmaster, would ensure Its safety. Two schooners were to arrive in a week's time, to receive the two thousand cords of lumber stacked at the SDillwavs. The next week would show pretty well what iviarK s prospects were. On the mornlne after their arrive aL Mark and Nat made an inspection inspec-tion of the niilL It stood on a stretch of flat terrain between the base of the cliffs and the St. Lawrence. Where the St Victor emptied into the Gulf, a strone loe boom had been constructed, forming an artificial arti-ficial lake for the reception of the lumber. Some three hundred yards above it was a rather primitive dam meant to hold back the flood waters and ease the logs over it into the lake below. "Not much of a mill," said Mark to Nat, as they stood looking at the silent barkers. "Cheap dynamos, cheap everything. We need grinders, grind-ers, couche-rolls and presses, to turn out the finished product.", "Which means plenty of money." "More than we've got to risk. But, shipping the logs, one turns the bulk of the profits over to the paper-makers up the Gulf. However, If Broussac really has two thousand cords at the skidways, that gives us a leeway. Maybe next season we can begin to think of couche-rolls couche-rolls and paper-making." "Broussac's got something up his sleeve." "He'll have to bring it down." The mill office was a sound, sub stantial substructure, with two bedrooms bed-rooms above, and well heated by stoves. "I guess we'll move in tomorrow," said Mark. "I think we could be comfortable here,". Nat agreed .. . ...... Pipelon, a fawning, weedy young fellow, who appeared to be bookkeeper, book-keeper, and also to run the tiny store, assured them that that was the case. He, Pipelon, would be responsible for that. Also, he would procure a woman to cook and sweep for them. He unlocked the safe and produced the books. Mark spent an hour studying them. - There appeared to be no reason why the little mill had been a failure In Broussac's hands, unless the lawyer law-yer was unable to procure the money mon-ey to develop it Having looked through the books, Mark took the trail with Nat up one side of the St. Victor, to inspect the spillways. Foreman Larousse Goes, Back to Work Mark was surprised that Brous sac seemed to have told the truth about those two thousand cords. Men were at work finishing the stacking, sawyers were cutting trees into lengths, and the grating of saws rang everywhere through the woods. A little group of workmen gathered about the two. "I'm your new boss," said Mark. "I want to tell you that I'm pre pared to carry on for the next year. and anybody who wants Ms Job can keep it If you've any complaints bring them to me. I'm going to try to fix up your homes, to make them more comfortable." They eyed him silently, with all the suspicion of the Habitant As in St Victor, Mark saw furtive glances exchanged. "How many of you are from St Victor?" he asked. ' Mark had understood that Brous sac had had to employ outside la bor. He was surprised when all the group but two admitted to be ing St Victor men. "Well, who's your foreman?" he asked. "He does not work for you any more. You have discharged him,' volunteered one of the group. "Discharged him? I haven't discharged dis-charged anyone. I hope I won't have to. What's his name7" "Louis Larousse, Monsieur." A light dawned upon Mark. The big man with the knife whom he had had to pummel outside tne noieL "Where does he live?" he asked. "The white and black house facing fac-ing the mill." Til go and see him. I haven't discharged him yet You've done fine work," Mark added. "If I get these logs safely shipped, we'll be afl set for the summer." He didn't think it advisable to mention that he was contemplating raising their two dollars a day to two-fifty, itself less than tne stand srd In the more settled parts of the Province. One had to go slow with .1 l.llnn'i Striding back down the trail with I Nat Mar? s'anced back and saw that the group had drawn together, and were watching him, and whispering. whis-pering. "If that crowd is St. Victor men, we'll have to watch them closely," said Nat "On the other hand, we've got them where we want them. Brous sac's been underpaying them, and I'm planning to raise them fifty cents a day. I think," said Mark, "we've got them." , Larousse recognized Mark, and his face, which was badly bruised, grew sullen. One eye was entirely closed, and his lip was swollen badly. bad-ly. He glowered at Mark in silence. si-lence. "I understand you're the foreman of the gang," said Mark. "Why aren't you at work?" "Because you have discharged me," Larousse grunted. "How do you get that?" "When a man beats me in the face, he discharges me. I will not work for him. I am not a dog. I am a man," said Larousse sullenly. The frowsy woman came to the doorway and burst Into a patois of shrill expostulations that Mark could hardly understand. He gathered, gath-ered, however, that she was shrill- ?4 Mark put the men to work upon the boom. ing invective against her hus band for being out of work, and ordering him to make his peace with Mark. "Well, you came at me with a knife," said Mark. "Let's forget it" he continued. "I want you to stay on the job." The Job meant three dollars a day to Larousse, a nice little income in St. Victor. Mark put out his hand. "Let's forget it," he said again, "You mean you you want me to remain as foreman?" stammered Larousse. "Why, you're still foreman," an swered Mark, "and your wages are going on." "Ah, Monsieur I" The big man's face worked convulsively. Madame Larousse came stumbling forward. peering into Mark's face. "Mon sieur! Monsieur!" "It's quite all right" said Mark. Take the day off, Larousse. Get on the job tomorrow. I'm going to need you badly when the ice goes out We ve got to put those logs through the mill. I've got a cou pie of schooners coming up in about a week's time. I'm depending on you do you understand? on you! Mark Gets Acquainted With His Workmen Larousse stood staring at Mark, apparently tongue-tied, but his wife seized Mark's hand in hers and kissed it "That's okay," said Mark. "Come along Nat let's move our things. Mark put the gang to work upon the boom. The spillways were fulL the few trunks remaining to be sawed didn't amount to much. It was the boom that seemed the weak point of the outfit The snows were melting fast and water was pouring over the dam from a score of freshets. Within a week the ice would go out of the St Victor. Then the gorge would be filled with a torrent of seething wa ter. And it would be necessary to release the logs carefully from the skids, to prevent a jam that might break suddenly and hurl the whole mass of lumber against the boom. The wooden boom was strong, but it wasn't as strong as freshet wa ter. For three days Mark drove his crew, plugging the boom and tight ening weak spots in it with logs and chains. Larousse, back on the job, took direct charge of these opera tions. The crew worked wen, but there was the same furtive attitude on their part and Mark had an un easy feeling that something was brewing. On the third evening of his tak ing up his residence at the office, he was surprised by a visit from Monsieur Lacombe, the portly cure. "I trust I do not intrude. Monsieur?" Mon-sieur?" asked the priest when Pipelon ushered him up to Mark' room. "No, father, sit down," said Mark. "It's a pleasure to see you." They talked vaguely for a minute or two; then Father Lacombe looked Mark straight In the eyes. "I have come. Monsieur DarrelL to advise you to relinquish your lease of the St Victor property," he said. "Why?" Mark shot back. The cure sat bolt UDrieht. his hands upon his knees. "You see, Monsieur, when the lease was greed upon, Madame Kinross was in great need of money," he said. Now she has enough. And she has that sentiment about her hus band." Broussac told me he was drowned at sea, when the Ice-floe be came detached. He was never heard of again. That was five years ago." Yes, Monsieur," agreed the cure. "Nevertheless, Madame Kinross Kin-ross has that settled conviction-monomania, conviction-monomania, if you like that her husband is still alive. And she feels that she has done wrong to alienate part of his property. You see, she was a Kinross too, a distant connection con-nection of the seigneur's. She married mar-ried him when she was barely sixteen six-teen half-an-hour before the seal-ing-fleet sailed. It was not an ordinary or-dinary marriage." "I don't see." said Mark, "that I am called upon to cancel a business busi-ness undertaking without more solid sol-id reason. After all, I am bringing money into the seigniory." He was convinced the cure was being made a catspaw by Broussac, who had received a more advanta geous offer, but it would do no good to go into that "So you are not wiUing to recon. sider, Monsieur?" asked the priest. I should advise it urge it You cannot succeed . against the sentiment senti-ment of the people here." Mark shook his head. Father La combe sighed and rose. "Ah, well, I have said all that I came to say," he observed. He shook hands. There was a look of sadness on his finely chiseled features; it flashed through Mark's mind that Father Lacombe hadn't told him as much as he might have done. "I'm glad you caUed, Father, and I hope we're going to be good friends," he said. The freshets had already started. There was still ice in the gorge," but it was rapidly filling with wa ter, held back by the dam, through whose spillways cascades were now pouring down into the dam lake beneath. be-neath. One of the two schooners that Nat had hired was already anchored in the deep water off the end of the flume. It was time to begin to release the logs from the skids. Mark, leaving leav-ing the office soon after sunrise, after Nat and he had made themselves them-selves a pot of coffee, was surprised sur-prised to see his men gathered In front of the cabins, apparently unprepared un-prepared to start for their work. A woman was shrilly screaming from a cabin, others were at their doors; it looked as if something of consequence was happening. Larousse was seated sullenly on his door-sill, a pipe stuck into a corner of his mouth. As Mark moved toward him, the crowd closed up behind. "WeU, what's the trouble?" asked Mark. "Stand up when I speak to you!" be added, seeing that Larousse La-rousse looked as if he was again set for trouble. A Strike Threatens To Ruin Everything Larousse got slowly to his feet. "The men say they will not work for two dollars a day, to make you outsiders rich," he announced sullenly. sul-lenly. "They say they are poor men, and they toil all day for just enough money to support their families." fam-ilies." "A strike?" queried Mark, "Yes, we strike, we all strike," shouted Larousse. "We want five dollars a day and six for me, because be-cause I am foreman. If you don't want to pay, you can lose your lumber." lum-ber." 1 The demand was a preposterous one, it was evidently made in the anticipation of refusal. Mark found himself mentally computing how much Broussac was staking on the issue of his speculation. Mark laughed into the sullen faces about him. "You will have to move out of the cabins, then," he said. "I shaU get labor from outside." "And you lose two thousand cords of good spruce lumber?" Larousse demanded Mark nodded. Nat who had understood un-derstood the drift of the conversation, conversa-tion, pulled him by the arm. "Listen, Mark, you can't afford to do that" be said in a low voice. "Give in to them till that load Is shipped. Then can the whole lot of them. They're asking for it" They're asking for what they're going to get" retorted Mark. "All right I'U pay you off tonight" he told the men. "You can stay on here for a while, but I'll need your cabins cab-ins for my new crew." The meaning of his decision was unmistakable. 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