Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1905-06-23
WICKLY'S WOODS
BY II. ". TAYLOR
CHAPTER XIX.-(Continued.,
BY II. w. TAYLOR

CHAPTER XIX.-(Continued.I
"What is it, Mr.. bikes? Not a million
of dollars bid upon any of this land?"
Lizzy cries, in great amazement, and
with a jumping Of something in her
throat.
Hush! Shet up! Lemmy %lissun!'
But MIR. Biler turns away and looks at
the cfestfallen gentlemen who represent
the s. & n. W., and who are now upon
their feet, and walking out of the door.
"Huntley, l suppose you'd a run that
background up to two millions rather
than lose it! Joy Of your bargain! Hope
you won't lose more than a million on
that purchase. There are other good
coal lands besides the Wickly plat"
Then there is such a roar of shouts and
cries in which "Lizzy Wickly, Lizzy Wick
ly," and "Huntley, Huntley, Huntley!'
are the uaudible words.
cit up un show yourself at the win
der, Liz! Git up! Git up!' and the
greatly excited young Doc seizes her by
the arm, and raises her to her feet,
whereupon, loud as was the clamor of
voices before, it is nothing to the mighty
sputter of yells that rise like the whir-
ring wings of a vast covey of birds pierre
Ing and rending the very air above them.
When this has gone down there are cries
of "Huntley! Huntley! Huntley!" that
grow in volume and importantly, till they
are no longer to be resisted. Then Coon
rod Redden steps to the carriage, throws
back the top, and taking Mr.. Mason by
the hand, raises him up.
"Feller farmbers." shouts the mighty,
voiced CoonrOd Redden, ''h-yur's the man
ats saved your Ian fur your families.
This is Mr.. w. Mason Huntley. You've
seed him before, un knowed i'm, un talk,
ed to i'm, un h-yurn him talk, un-"
But the very climax of prolonged and
sound-exhausting cheering browns every
attempt to say an audible word. Mr.
Mason Huntley stands with his hat off
and smiling. The roar of cheering and
yelling rises md swells, and sinks anC
rises-but does not cease. Suddenly il
gets a great impetus, as the carriage
with Coonrod Redden and Mr.. w. Masor
Huntley standing on the back seat, II
raised straight up into the air, and with
scores of these big, lOng-limbed, brawny
excitable, enthusiastic, hero-worshipinl
HOOsiers, under it and holding it higl
above their heads, is changed into a tri
umphal car, that, leaving the trembling
horses securely tied to the fence, proceeds
all around the square, mad up and dow
every road that leads into Sandtown, an
finally down the Overcoat road to Coon
rod Redden's, followed, fanked and pre-
ceded by n great broad tide of men, boy
and women, horses, wagons and dogs
and all conspiring and combining to max
the most deafening vocal clamor tina
ever shook the wild-hemp and jimsol
leaves along the unfenced sides of tn
Overcoat road.
well, by gum! eff that haint one wa.
ul hossun up a Teller" said the younl
Doc, drawing a long breath. Com
avn, Lizzyl I'll teck yuh home, 1 reck
on. Then I'll light out fur Coonrod's
They'll be some big speakun un han
shakun down thar, thurreckly! They'll
wawnt you thar, too! One million the
hunnerd I'm eighty-four thousan' dollar
fur the Wickly Woods. By gum! your
the richest young womern in Indyanny
Ats a shore theng!"