The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-05-20

SDecial session IN the quIoeOss
Of the smoking-room. And ht'i0
past / o'clock Al Baldwin came -
alone He was clear-eyed, and quiet
sue noticed, and her heart beat faster
as she bent over the switchboard ~
avoid his most disturbing chances
sue. YOU old darling be began
Its SO good to see you. LOOK W
at me, dear. I'm all right, honest
am. And I've got good news, w.
We've got the goods on Bucky'
"Tell it," said Sue, tersely
He's been laying for Tate, OF lne
railroad, sailing every foot of the GU
claims, shooting it in like gravel sue
I've been waiting for him for WEEKS
trying to get line on him. I've oeen
camping out up there, hiding arouhu
the hills, watching for him, and now
look here"
He drew out a brown folder from
his pocket, and opened it. sue loon
the snapshots out wonderingly, anu
stared at them They were very goou
ones, four by fiyes, and they sho"eu
excellent poses OF Mr.. Saunders IN
dustriously engaged in preparing "
salt the Bucking Broncho. There was
| Mr.. Saunders sitting comfortably out
| side his snug little shack loading
fresh cartridges into his gun. Also
there was one Of Mr.. Saunders start
ing down the main shaft of the Buck
| ing Broncho all by himself with ms
! gun held handily in readiness. Ihefe
was one of Mr. Saunders scouting
along an outcropping vein on ledge
| of rock, helping it along by sundrs
little scatterings of gold where II
would do the most good.
And look here, Sue whispered the
boy eagerly, dipping into his pocket,
1--WE got two Of his own special brand
of cartridges. See here. He takes out
the lead, and fills in gold. Isn't that
great? And they can't say ! did II
for bluff, because they fit his gun.
He's got some new chap on the string
from the East, and is going to sell
the old Broncho again, and want 10
buy it myself this time.
You want to, ALP" Sues face was
flushed and eager What do you
want the old thing for?"
Because It's good, understand!
Dad always said it was, and he told
me Bucky never struck the right place
to sink shaft He knew himself,
but he didn't trust Bucky, see, dear!
But he told me, and I've found it.
| haven't been hiding up there for
nothing the last two months. | know
where the real stuff is, and | want to
get grip on the whole thing. Let
Bucky think he's selling a sailed mine
if he likes I've got the goods on
him with these, and he can't back
down"
Wait a minute" said Sue. The
table in the smoking-room was de-
serted. Mr.. Tate's party had ad-
journed to his own room upstairs in
private session 1t was just 4, and
Bucky was due to ring up any min
ute. you get in that booth. AL and
when Bucky calls, I'll let you talk
to him, and turn Mr. Tate's wire open
too. Tell everything you know, AL
AL smiled He was big, handsome
youngster, and he owed Bucky both
his fathers debt and his own II
was payday for both scores when he
stepped into the booth, and heard
Saunders voice at the end of the wire.
And Sue calmly called Mr.. Tate's
room and let him In on the CONVEX
sation BY the time Bucky had fin.
ished giving his personal opinion of
his late partners son, and had decided
to leave town, Tate was ready to see
AL Baldwin, and talk business
And while AL went up to the con.
ference, Sue waited. She knew what
would happen. With those snapshots
and his own testimony, AL could hold
the law over Saunders to the limit
and If Tate would back up the new
discovery up at the mine, 1t would
mean-Sue covered her face with both
hands, and laughed softly, thinking
all that 1t would mean.
1t was after when they all came
!, downstairs. The two men from the
East stayed down at the cigar counter
but Tate and AL strolled over to hel
desk. Tate's eyes had twinkle II
, them
/ I'm going to take over an interes
( In the Bucking Broncho In spite O
t what you told me, Miss Daniels" b,
said. II understand Mr. Saunders ha.
| stepped out, and Mr.. Baldwin has tn,
controlling interest The right mai
> seems bound to win"
= AL bent over the girlish figure a
a the desk.
! ct all depends on who is at tn,
, switch. Mr.. Tate" he said. "Sh,
!, won't be here long now"
a And for once Sue had nothing a
, all to say.
= Copyright. 1914 by the Mcclure Newspa
per Syndicate.l
Puzzled Traveller.