The Globe-republican., 1900-10-18
The Diamond Drill.
BY GEORGE BEARDsLEY.

BY GEORGE BEARDSLEY.
copyrighted. 1850: Daily Story Pub Co-1
And it was coel?" I demanded
eagerly.
was sorry to press the old man SO
closely for the exact truth, but had
probably q more practical interest IN
his narrative than anybody who had
ever listened to it For I owned a
modest acreage OF that prairie myself
and I had a romantic curiosity to
know what was under the surface For
this reason I had hunted up Barden-
quaint and broken nthuSiast-' Must
Be-Coal" they had called him IN
PIatteviiie for twenty years The pros
pector had grown so accustomed to
light treatment Of his hobby that I
was naturally received at first as just
one more heartless scoffer. But he
must have detected a note of sincerity
in my questions. for before many min
utes we sat cheek by jowl upon the
sidewalk, and he was only relating in
the dusk the progress of his boring OF
ten years before, but was exploiting
his whole theory of river valley coal
beds In better days and better
strength he had made pi1grimages to
most OF the great coal mines lying
near Nebraska Walked every foot
O. the way said he. with quiet pride
Was gone two years from home. lest
my eye in an accident in the Bloss
mine-''
There was a story seQuent OF that.
too It was said the woman he loved
refused to marry dishgured man
Then you came back to PIatteviIle
satisfied?
Yes, came back satisfied we was
On the right side O. the river for it,
I soon noticed that he never said the
word coal If he could avoid it.
But lately he had one other interest.
come to contend with the coal hope
for supremacy in his life. Besides the
notion of hearing Barden's account OF
the drilling, 1 had a desire If possible
to see something of young Walt, who
lived with him I had seen the youth
about town with a girl of singular
beauty. and had partaken SO far OF
the village gossip as to know that the
young persons were engaged to be
married How genuine was my inter
est in the prospeetor's account will
appear when I say that I very soon
forgot the lovers and all else not
closely pertaining to the sinking of
the shaft and its result. Inch by
inch, through sand. water, gravel, clay,
more water-down forty feet follow
ed in imagination the course Of the
Eteel-felt alternately hope and dis
appointment as in Barden'S Subdued
voice these were echoed across ten
years At length he told how the drill
threw up "a little piece of black stuff
bout big as that.''-he held up a
Scared hand. the thumb to the first
joint thrust out between the fingers
Was it eoal?"
He hesitated. hunting, no doubt. for
language that would be conscientious
and at the same time favorable Then
he answered slowly
Er-well. wasn't quite sure-an
them at was with me couldn't just
make out for certain SO we carried it
TO Muzzy. the blacksmith. He worked
in the mines once, and Muzzy took it
and cbewed it up. and-we called it
COAL
When one feels like signing and
is mum" Not until after long
pause did venture to ask, Have you
never followed it up2"
oh, it's no use without a diamond
drill The drill I had that time I
made myself It would take good
How much would a drill cost?''
was prepared for four figures
We'll. a good one would cost nigh
up to seventy-fve dollars, prob1y-"
ground my heel in the sand. This
was bankruptcy.
He must have felt the circuit Of SYM
pathy to be established between US.
for he said in a condding hale whis-
per:
Would you-like to come out-an'
He led me into a narrow garden
There. in the midst OF tomato vine,
was the excavation, some four or five
feet across the top Barden paused
On the edge of 1t he might have
paused at a graves edge There was
more light here. the place being open
to the stars. and I scrutinized his face
and figure He was bent, his hair
and beard were grizz1ed- He began
showing me in detail exactly how he
had gone about to sink his drill Pres
emily I heard footsteps and turning
deserted two figures coming through
the gateway Barden, for all that he
was rather deaf heard them about as
soon as did He left OF lis narrative
abruptly
.Ahoyf" he called
ssSo-ho.r came the answer In boy
1sh base. and Hello in clear treble
that gave me pleasant start
Its Walt and Laura. said Barden-
s<Come along, and have a visit with Us