The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1910-07-07

comm up. Yam bossed the unloadin'.
and I looked after the weighin' and
takin' In the cash. And | sold me coal
to them as came wild pals at ten cents
wheelbarrows at the rate of Is cents a
pail; and anything over a wheelbarrow
full at the rate of $40 a ton. And no
one. II | could help 1t, got more than
a ton. But they put up tricks on me.
There was N Teller had a gang of
boys buyin' pals full and dumpin' EN-
In a 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 | turned In that
night so tired | could hardly stand or
see, and saw all them winders in the
town lighted up, I ses to mesilf-
They may send you to Jail for It,
Mary McGonigle, but today we done a
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, a little, pompous, major-genera,
sort Of a Teller, in a fine carriage wild
a coachman, came down on the dock
in a hurry.
"'Me good woman ses he, what are
ye sellin' yer coal at?'
Fifteen dollars the ton ses |.
Fifteen" SEES he. No, no, | know
better. You're sellin' 1t at ten, and
an outrageous price at that
"Tt's gettin' scarce ses |. and
the price has gone up
"'Oh, that's nonsense ses he. I'm
unhappily a little short Of coal, but
III pay no such price as that. Why,
me money is invested in coal mines
and me son-tn-law is the president Of
one of the ~coalcarrying railroads.
TN in the coal business meself.'
ses |, and I've learned a thing or two
about their way of doing business. Me
price is fifteen
We'll, he clustered and he argued
and he said he'd have me indicted. But
| 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
i've tons at SIS. But me conscience
~reproached me.
I'VE ought not to have done it, Mary
McGonigle,' SEES |; 'sellin' five tons to
one man and the poor folks of the
town wantin' coal So
so | goes up to the office of the
dealer and asks him if he won't set
aside some Of his coal, the same as
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 a 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 l hear?' he ses, mad
as a hornet. 'Ye sold five tons to Mr..
Wells at SIS the TOM
"'Ye hear right | ses.
"'What dye mean by 1t? He's my
customer. What dye mean by it?" he
bawls.
Its my coal he asked for and got
ses /.
THE cheek Of ye,' he ses. Why,
hat man owns coal mines. And his
son-in-law is the president of the
Wyomin' Valley railroad.
$50 that's me story, Mr.. Mcnamara.
I've done a good turn of business, wild
over nineteen hundred dollars hidden
around In me clothes: but I'm not sure
haven't overdone me business a bit.
What'n Mr.. Courtenay say when he
hears how l stung his father-in-law?
And how will l settle wild the railroad
company and get away wild some of
me profits. Them are questions I've
came down to ask you, while I've left
the Charity up beyond City island out
OF the way Of the perlice."
Mrs. McGonigle,' l said. "there is
n thing for you to do. and that is to
see the president of the Wyoming Val.
ley railroad yourself"
Before the perlice sees me-" said
Mrs. McGonigle. grimly. Eyes, that's
| good advice"
"And tell him your whole story I
added.
"Um-m-m." said Mrs. McGonigle.
And how about his father-in-law?
Have you considered. Mrs. McGon.
igle," | asked. what relation the wife
of Mr.. Wells is to the president of the
Wyoming Valley railroad? No? His
mother-in-law."
A CLEAN shot from Mrs. McGonigle's
shrewd eyes, and she brought her big.
knuckled fist down on nv desk with