Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1905-06-30

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which her father only heard this:
"Whut? The yaller'n? The yaller-
wheeled buggy? Why, I'd a kotch that
yaller-wheeled buggy way up h-yOnder
at Madison street eff I'd knowed hit was
the one"
Then there was more of this conversa-
ton in an undertone, ending with this,
that Mr.. Wickly heard:
"Ill be right h-yur to the minute.
H-yur's my number. You knowed old
Cappen Joe Ellet up avn Big Rattle
snake Crick? Well, I'm little Joe Ellet's
Son! Bud Ellet! You've h-yearn um talk
about Bud Ellet? Clabber-eyed Bud,
they usen to call me! My eyes is all
right now. I'm I'll do anything kin fur
you folks! Jist lemmy know" And the
cabman was up and off.
On the next day there were more pres
idents to take them to new places of
interest, and Bud was sent away empty
as to his cab, but with his fare In his
pocket, against his earnest protest. In
fact, it was not during that visit that
Lizzy Wickly found an opportunity to
ride as far as she wished in Bud Ellet's
cab.
But on the second or third, perhaps,
they had slipped away again between
periods of possible new presidents, and
had bowled along those delightful, long,
broad streets on the north side almost a
whole afternoon. Again had John Wick
ly made Mr.. w. Mason Huntley the sub
ject of their conversation He had been
to the city Office of the 5. ~ s. w. to
make inquiries as to his whereabouts.
There he had found that Mr.. Huntley
was only a special agent of the COM
pany, and nobody could tell him anything
about where he was at present.
They did not know whether he was
i'll the employ of the company. even. And
as to knowing where he lived, and such
like miuutiae, that was too much for
the red headed young man who was writ
ing at a desk all the time he was making
short and pointed answers to these ques-
tons. The president might know, but
he was out of the city. All! where was
lie? Mr.. Wickly had ventured to ask.
Where? And there was establishment
for you, on that clerks face. He had
said out of the city. And there were only
two geographical points to him-one of
which was in the city, and that was of
vast import, while the other was out of
the city, and that was of no import at
all!
Mr.. Wickly, with his great exhilara-
ton, and his fair average sense of hui
NOR, was making this conversation in
the repetition, as ludicrous as possible
for the purpose of amusing his daughter
a little. For when they were alone she
was utterly unlike her old self-being
dull, absent-minded and brooding, or sur
prisingly excited and anxious.
For this purpose, too, he had told her
how every mar and boy along the Big
Rattlesnake Creek had procured long iron
rods for drilling in the ground, and were
spending their Sundays and rainy days
when they couldn't ''plow for wheat
in rambling over the hills north of the
Overcoat road, drilling down into and be
low the yellow clay, after coal. Ant
many of them had found good veins, too
And the whole country was wild abou'
it! And companies were being formed t.
work these mines. And the SandtowI
Farmers Bank had resumed business
with Columbus Redden as cashier ant
president. And money was plenty again
And
Lizzy, springing straight up off he,
seat, and fairly screaming to Bud Ellet
through the little aperture in the roo
of the cab, back of his seat!
81 seed ut" Bud answers, swinging
his whip. Blame fl don't run the thenl
to uts hole this time"
And away they go at a terrific pac,
up the street with a yellow-wheeled, toI
buggy, with the top laid back, leading
them about a square, and fairly hum
ming along after a mighty good step
per-" as Bud turned to inform Lizzy.
Nor was it a very difficult task thi'
time, for Bud Ellet to run the theng t.
uts hole" The "theng" made a com
paratively short run of six or eigh'
squares up the th%oroughfare, and ther
turned upon a little, short, quiet stree
to the left, and stopped before a small
plain two-story cottage.
Directing Bud to wait and watch thu
horse that had been tied to a hatchinl
ring-Lizzy, preceding her father, ran VI
the front steps. and finding no door bell
turned the knob, pushed the door oper
and walked into a little hallway. Through
an open doorway on her left she saw
a man standing beside a little table, ant
removing his gloves slowly and abstract
eddy, as he looked down at some plans
and diagrams, drawn in broad red ant
black lines upon a wide sheet of paper.
"At last I've chased you to your lair
Lizzy said, as she threw the door wide
open and almost ran into the room, with
her right hand outtsretched in good
hearty Hoosier fashion, and her pretty
face beaming. "HOw do you do, Mr.
Huntley? And haven't you treated me
wretchedly! Positively wretchedly"
ITO he continued,