The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-06-10

| remarked before I've lost your
heritage for you" lie sighed. II
waited till YOU would he able to come
home and settle down to business +: now
you're home: and there isn't any bust
ness TO settle down to-"
Bryce chuckled. for 'ie was indeed
far from being worried over business
matters. his consideration now being
entirely for his fathers peace of mind
"All right" he retorted. Father has
lost his money and wen have to let
the servants 20 and give up the old
home. That part of 1t is settled; and
weak, anemic, tenderly nurtured little
Bryce Cardigan must put his turkey
on his back and go into the woods
looking for job as lumberjack.
Busted. eh? Did / or did | not hear
the six o'clock whistle blow at the
mill? Bet you dollar | did"
"Oh, have title TO everything
yet"
"HOw I do have to dig for good
newsl Then II appears we still have
a business; indeed. we may alwans
have business. for the very fact q.
II Is going hut not quite gone implies
doubt as TO its ultimate departure,
and perhaps we may yet scheme a
way TO retain II. If we can save
enough out of the wreck to insure
you your customary home comforts, l
shant cry, partner. | have a profes-
sion to fall back on. Yes, Stree. l
own sheep-skln, and II says I'm an
electrical and civil engineer"
what"
81 said II. An electrical and civil
engineer. Slipped one over on you at
college, John Cardigan, when all the
time you thought vas having good
time"
"Bu-bu-but-"
ut drives me wild to have a man
sputter at me. I'm an electrical and
civil engineer. l tell you, and my two
years of travel have been spent study
ing the installation and construction
of big plants abroad"
"My dear boy! And you've got
your degree?"
Partner. have string of letters
after my name like the tail of
comet"
"You comfort me-" the old man
answered himplv. Il have reproached
myself with the thought that reared
you with the sole thought of makinA
a lumberman out of you-and when
| saw your lumber business slipping
through my fingers"
You were sorry | didn't have
We're you fearful lest you had raised
the usual rich mans son? Ii the
latter, you did not compliment me. pal
I've never forgotten how hard you al
ways strove to impress me with
sense of the exact weight of my
responsibility as your successor"
How big are you now?" his father
queried suddenly.
"Well, sir" Bryce answered. for his
fathers pleasure putting aside his
normal modesty, I'm six feet two
inches tall. and ! weigh two hundred
have a forty y-eight-inch chest, with FIVE
and half inches chest-expansion, and
reach as long as gorilla's. My
underplnning is good, too; I'm not one
Of these fellows with spidery legs and
a barrel-chest. | can do hundred
yards In ten seconds; I'm no SLOUGH
of IA swimmer; and at Princeton they
say l made football history"
THAT is very encouraging, my boy
very. Ever do any boxlng?"
"Quite a little. I'm fairly up in the
manly art OF self-defense."
The old man waGged his head ap-
provlngly, and they had reached the
gate of the Cardigan home before he
spoke again. 'There's big buck
woods-boss up In Pennington's camp"
he remarked irrelevantly. Hes
French Canadian imported from north
ern Michigan by Colonel Pennington.
l dare say he's the only man in this
country who measures up TO you phys
lcally. He can fight with his fists
and wrestle quite cleverly. I'm told.
His name Is Jules Rondeau, and he's
top dog among the lumberjacks. They
say he's the strongest man In the
county" lie unlatched the gate.
Folks used to say that about me
once" he continued wistfully. "Ah,
II could have my eyes to see you
meet Jules Rondeau."
The front portal of the quaint old
Cardigan residence opened. and
silver-haIred lady came out on the