The Carlisle independent., 1909-04-08

had acquired enough 'soapstone' to make slate pencils for all the chil- dren in the world the next hundred 1 years.
 When Corney learned the high-col- Jared haberdasher's sign had been bor- ing holes on Killkenny Heights his blue eyes blazed wrathfully.
 If that puddin' headed jude thinks he's goin' ter git them lots fer his shlate pircil facthry he's bigger fool thin he looks, which be putin it 1 sthrong as I know how" said Corney. He studiously avoided the mild-look- | ing stranger, as being a man beyond 1 his contempt. He resolved if Van Zandt come around with five-dollar- an-acre proposition fer them superbs l ter tell i'm plain wat tink ay i'm"
 But one bright morning Corney saw i the slate pencil man making for him, Good morning Mr-aw-"
 Try Cadogan. aw," said Corney, surlily
 Yes, Cadogan-certainly. Deuced funny how I should-aw-forget such an easy name"
 Not so viry funny; there be min wot says 'aw,' win there's nothin' ter 'aw' about. Thot's funnier."
 The natty tenderfoot smiled sweet ly. He was evidently not overly sen- sitive
 Unfortunate habit of mine," he said, good-humoredly. You will-aw l
 "Wots yer gamer" remarked Cor ney, abruptly.
 T wanted to speak to you about Killkenny-aw-High
 "Thim's Kilkenny Heights-risi dence lots.''
 Yes, a beautiful name. I've been out there. The view is-aw-chawm- ing Such vast reach of country so gently rolling like the seal And ssch superb air and sky, and the sum- sets-on my life I never witnessed l such sunsets!"
 | Corney looked at him in amazement and gravely shook his head.
 T guess they be- he said, dubious ly. T think tn sun be settin' livery | II lars ter put all them things on tn map, but reckon he's left 'em out"
 Do you wish to part with your resi- dence property out there, MT. Cad ogan?r
 "Yis-but you don't git it at no five per It cost me cool twilve hun dred."
 Indeed. I'm afraid you were -aw-"
 "Schwindled? I wos thot, but I can't go home till I make good wid Narah."
 q understand then" said the slate pencil maker, dropping his lisp and talking like a man of business, "that you want to get back what you paid?" "Yis, an thin some. Narah's bin writin' me thot I needn't coon back shy of six thousand. She won't miss me, she says There's a foine lot of saymin ter pick over out there." Van Zandt started and looked keenly at the Irishman.
 What do you want for your 27 acres?" he asked, slowly. l bein a grass widerer,"' said Corney, lis $6000."
 "Ill take it."
 Corney's blue eyes popped open wide The slate pencil man suddenly became an object of real interest.
 Does yez mane thot?"
 Indeed l do, and I will write you a check soon as you sign the deed"
 Thin I wants ter say ter yez thot I'm downright sorry I called yez a jude Yez be tn whitest mon I've sthruck in this miserable coyote cun- thry"
 With the requirement of Kilkenny Heights, Van Zandt concluded his dealings at Royal Capital and the cat jumped out of the bag. He was l the representative of a large concern, and had been sent west to secure new fields. The rock around Royal Capi- tai was specially adapted for the pur- pose, and it's purchase for an almost nominal consideration meant a for tune to the big company, which soon established works out there, and gave
 
 Royal Capital forgave the job put up on it by the smooth visitor from West Virginia.
 Corney and Van Zandt returned east on the same train, and while enjoying their pipe and cigarette, respectively, one afternoon, Van Zandt asked a question which had long been pug | zling him:
 "Corney, how was it that you were the only man out there who knew it was cement rock?"
 Bliss yer soul,' said Narah's man; q never dreamt it till yez told me-"
 But you said there's fine lot of cement to pick over out there.'"
 Corney smoked reflectively for a few moments, then his moonface broke into a broad grin.
 "Yez didn't quite cotch me maning," he said "Narah, my wife thot is, lives on tn coast of Jersey. I knowed if I | didn't pit hack if wou1dn'f nuita broolr