The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-07-16

takin' In the cash. And sold me coal
to them a. came wild pals at ten cents
the pail; and to them az brought
wheelbarrows at the rate OF Is cents q
pail; and anything over wheelbarrow
full at the rate of $40 ton. And no
one, II I could help It. got more than
q ton. But they put up tricks on me.
There was one Teller had gang Of
boys buyin' pals full and dumpin' 'em
In q wagon that was hid behind the
fence. And there was honest lookin'
men come back for their second ton
and swore themselves blue in the face
tellin' me they'd never been near me,
And the fights had about the weights.
But that coal went and you could see
the whole town of Bayport gettin' red
In the face wild the Joy of gettin' warm
again. And when I turned In that
night so tired could hardly stand or
see. and saw all them winders In the
town lighted up. SEES to mesilf-
"They may send you to Jail for It,
Mary McGonigle. but today ye done q
good turn Of business
"The next mornin' we turned over
the fifty tons to the dealer. and pretty
well cleaned up the cargo. And along
toward the end when trade was gettin'
slack, little. pompous, major-genera.
sort of Teller, In fine carriage wild
a coachman. came down on the dock
in hurry.
"'Me good woman SEES he. what are
ye sellin' yer coal at?'
Fifteen dollars the ton ses I.
'Fifteen!" SEES he. No. no, I know
better. You're sellin' It at ten. and
an outrageous price at that
"Tt's gettin' scarce ses I. and
the price has gone up
"'Oh, that's nonsense ses he. I'm
unhappily a little short OF coal, but
I'll pay no such price as that. Why.
me money is invested in coal mines
and me son-in-law is the president Of
one Of the coal-carrying railroads.
I'm in the coal business meself.'
ses /. and I've learned thing or two
about their way of doing business. Me
price Is fifteen
well. he clustered and he argued
and he said he'd have me indicted. But
I showed him there was mighty little
coal left in the Charity, and said nary
a word about the fifty tons at the deal.
er's. And the upshot was sold him
five tons at SIS. But me conscience
reproached me.
"'Ye ought not to have done 1t, Mary
McGonigle.' ses I; 'sellin' five tons to
one man and the poor folks Of the
town wantin' coal So
$50 goes up to the office of the
dealer and asks him II he won't set
aside some of his coal, the same az
done. at ten cents a pail for the poor
people. And he, as I'd been told, bein'
a politician, and the reporter of the
Bayport newspaper bein' in his office.
he said he'd set aside FIVE tons. He
didn't say 1t, though. with a pleased
air.
But we parted good friends. He
wanted to know when I'd be up again
wild load Of coal, and to be sure to
let him have a chance at the cargo
But before set foot on the Charity
he come after me hot foot.
whats this hear?' he ses, mad
as hornet. 'Ye sold FIVE tons to Mr.
Wells at SIS the tonF
aye hear right ses.
what dye mean by It? He's m!
customer. What dye mean by it?" h,
bawls.
!. Its my coal he asked for and got
ses I.
1.-The cheek of ye.' he ses. Why
that man owns coal mines. And hi
son-in-law Is the president of tn,
Wyomin' Valley railroad.
so that's me story. Mr.. Mcnamara
I've done a good turn of business, wit
over nineteen hundred dollars bidder
around In me clothes; but I'm not SURF
I haven't overdone me business bit
What'll Mr.. Courtenay say when h,
hears how stung his father-in-law
And how will settle wild the railroa,
company and get away wild some o
me profits. Them are questions w
came down to ask you, while I've lef
the Charity up beyond City island GU
of the way of the perlice."
Mrs. McGonigle.' I said, there 1
one thing for you to do. and tina. Is +
see the president of the Wyoming Va
ley railroad yourself"
Before the perlice sees me-" sal
Mrs. McGonigle. grimly. "Yes. that
good advice"
"And tell him your whole story"
added.
"Um-m-m," said Mrs. McGonigls
"And how about his father-in-law?"
Have you considered, Mrs. McGor
igle." I asked, what relation the wifi
Of Mr.. Wells Is to the president of tn
Wyoming Valley railroad! No? HI
mother-in-law."
A CLEAN shot from Mrs. McGonigle'
shrewd eyes, and she brought her BIZ
knuckled fist down on my desk wit
q thump.
That's an idee." she cried, land II
| the woman to follow It up. Goodb!
/ and thankye kindly. I'll let ye kno'
how I come out. And ye'll help us
, we get into throuble. Yam and me an
, Angeline and Alberta and little Az,
thar"