Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-05-14

why, we're old pals. ana I'll be shot
II I'm going to see you suffer. Listen,
MORN. I'm going 20 fire your father,
MS I've said, because he's working for
old ]. d. now. not the Cardigan Red.
wood Lumber company. really ought
10 pension him after his long years In
the Cardigan service, but I'll be
hanged II we can afford pensions any
more-particularly to keep q man In
booze: so the best our old woods-boss
gets from me Is this shapty. OF another
like II when we move to new cuttings,
and perpetual meal-ticket for our
camp dining room while the CardI-
gans remain In business. I'd finance
him for q trip TO some state institu-
tion where they sometimes reclaim
such wreckage, k I didn't think he's
too old dog to be taught new tricks"
Perhaps" she suggested sadly,
you had better talk the matter over
with him"
mo. I'd rather not. I'm fond Of your
father, MORA. He was a man when
I saw him last--such n man as these
woods will never see again--and
don't want to see him again until he's
cold sober. I'll write him letter. Az
for you, Moira, you're fired, too. I'll
not have you waiting on table In my
logging by jugful You're
to come down to SeQuola and 20 to
work in our ONCE. We can use you on
the books, helping Sinclair. and re-
lievs him Of the task Of billing, check.
Ing tallies. and looking after the pay
roll. ri pay you a hundred dollars
a month, Moira. Can You get along
on thatf"
Her hard hand closed over his
tightly, but she did not speak.
"All right MORA. It's 10, then.
There. there. girl. don't cry. We
Cardigans had twenty-five years OF
faithful service from Donald McTav.
ish before he commenced slipping;
after all. we owe him something, I
think"
She drew his hand suddenly TO her
lips and kissed II: her hot tears of
10y fell on II, but her heart was too
full for mere words.
"Fiddle-de-dee, Moral Buck up,"
he protested. hugely pleased. but em.
barrassed withal. "The way You take
this, one would think you had expect.
ed me to 90 back on an old pal and
had been pleasantly surprised when
didn't. Cheer mp, Moral I'll tell you
what I'll DO. I'll advance you two
months salary for-well, youll need
a lot Of clothes and things In SeQuoia
that you don't need hero And I'm
glad I've managed 10 settle the Ne
lavish hash without Kicking up . row
and hurting your feelinga Poor old
Maci I'm sorry can't bear with him
but We simply have to have the logs
you know"
He rose. stopped. and pinchsd heT
ear: for had he not known hsr since
childhood and had they not gathered
hucklebsrrfss together In IL loul
ago1 She was sister to him-5ust an
other one OF his problems-and moth
Ing moro. Report on the JOB a. soor
as possible, Moira," he called to heI
from the gate.
Presently, when MORA lifted hei
Madonna glance to the friexe OF tim
Der on the skyline. there was a new
glory In her eyes; and 10. II was au
tumn In the woods. for over that hill
Prince Charming had come to her. and
life was all crimson and gold
When the train loaded with Cardi
gan logs crawled In on the main TRACK
and stopped at the log-landing In Pen
nlngton's camp. the locomotive un
coupled and backed In on the siding
for the purpose of kicking the caboose
In which Shirley and Colonel Penning
ton hnd ridden to the woods, out onto
the main line again-where. owing tt
a slight downhill grade, the cabooss
controlled by the brakeman coult
coast gently forward and be hooked
onto the end Of the log train for the
return journey to SeQuoia.
Throughout the afternoon Shirley
following the battle royal between
Bryce and the Pennington retainers
had sat disInally In the caboose She
was prey to many conflicting emo
tons; but having had what her SCI
term "a good cry" she had to grea,
extent recovered her customary polst
and was busily specializing on the
rapidity with which she could leave
Sequoia and forget she had ever met
Bryce Cardlgan-when the log trair
rumbled into the landing and the last
OF the long string OF trucks came to q
stop directly opposite the caboose.
Shirley happened to be lookinG
through the grtmy caboOse window al
that moment. On the top log OF the
load the object OF her unhappy specu
lations was seated, apparently quite
oblivious OF the fact that he was bach
once more In the haunt OF his enemies
although knowledge that the double
bltted ax he had so unceremonlousl!
borrowed OF Colonel Pennington was
driven deep into the log beside him
with the haft convenient to his hand
probably had much to do with Bryce:
air OF detached indifference.
Shirley told herself that should HI
move, should he show the slightes
disposition to raise his head and brinl
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