Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-10-03

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horse turned. The messenger. with an
air OF surveying the canyons stole an
anxious glance at the old face. The
sorrowful old eyes were fixed on things
that were not; they looked vaguely as
ii in search.
"Danl!" he said.
1t was not a cry; there was nothing
plaintive in IL. 1t was only the old
man calling his son; David calling
upon Absalom. Then there was
change. He came sternly forward
who killed my boy?"
Nobody, Uncle Peter; twas a stroke.
He was goin' over the line, and they'd
laid out at Kaslo fer a day SOS DanI
J. could see about a spur the Lucky
Cuss' people wanted-and maybe it
was the climbin' brought it on"
The old man looked his years. AS
he came nearer Billy Brue saw tears
tremble in his eyes and roll unnoted
down his cheeks. Yet his voice was
unbroken and he was, indeed, uncon-
scious of the tears.
Il was afraid of that He lived too
high. He ct too much and he drank
too much and was too soft-was DanI
too soft"
The old voice trembled a bit and
he stopped to look aside into the little
pocket he had been exploring. Billy
Brue looked back down the canyon.
where the swift stream brawled itselG
into white foam far below.
He wouldn't use his legs; prodded
him about it constant"
He stopped again to brace himself
against the shock. Billy Brue still
looked away.
Il told him high attitudes and high
Twin would do any man" Again he
was silent.
But all he'd ever say was that
times had changed since my day. and
wasn't to mind him"
He had himself better in hand now.
why, | nursed that boy when he
was a dear, funny little red baby with
big round eyes roilin' around to take
notice; he took notice awful quick
fur baby. Oh, my! Oh dear. DanI."
Again he stopped
And it don't seem moren yester-
day that | was a-teachin' him 10 throw
the diamond hitch; he could throw
the diamond hitch with his eyes shut
i reckon by the time he was nine or
ten. He had his faults, but they didn't
hurt him none; DanI j. was man.
now He halted once more.
The dead millionaire began Billy
Brue. reading from the obituary in the
SNplap Weekly Ledge. was in his
ffty-second year. Genial generous to
fault, quick to resent a wrong. but
unfailing in his loyalty to a friend.
man of large ideas. with a genius for
large operations, he was the type of
interchangeable enterprise that has build
ed this western empire in a wilderness
and given rich sustenance and luxur-
ious homes to millions of prosperous.
happy American citizens. Peace to his
ashes! And a safe trip to his immor-
tai soul over the one-way trail!"
yes, yes-it's DAM J. fur sure
they got my boy DanI that time. Ia
that all it says. Billy? Anyone with
him."
why, this here dispatch is signed
by young Toler-that's his confidential
man"
Nobody else?"
The old man was peering at him
sharply from under the gray protrud-
ing brows.
We'll. if you must know. Uncle
Peter, this is what the notice says that
come by wire to the Ledge Office" and
he read doggedly:
The young and beautiful Mrs. Bines.
who had been accompany ing her husband
on his trip Of Inspection over the Sierra
Northern. is Frustrated with grief at the
shock of his sudden DEATH
The old man became for the first
time conscious of the tears in his eyes,
and, pulling down one of the blue
wooden shirt sleeves. wiped his wet
checks. The slow. painful blush of age
crept up across the iron strength of
his face and passed. He looked away
as he spoke.
Il knew 1t; l knew that. Ny Dan1
was like all that Frisco bunch. They
get tangled with women sooner or
later. ] taxed Danl with it. splcened
against it and let him know it, But
ne was a man and his own master-if
you can rightly call a man his own
master that does them things. DO YOU
know whaJ-iur woman this one was
BLY,"
Wei. last time Dan1 ]. was up to
oNplap. there was q swell party on the
car-kind of cOppery-lOokin' blonde.
Allie Ash the brakeman ON 40. he
tells me She used to- be in Spokane.
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