Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1920-08-13

heritage for you" He sighed. 81
waited till you would be able to come
nome and settle down to business; now
you're home; and there isn't any bust
ness to settle down to-"
Bryce chuckled, for ne was indeed
tar 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 go and give up the old
nome. That part of it 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 a lumberjack.
Busted, Ell? Did or did not hear
the six o'clock whistle blow at the
mill? Bet you a dollar l did"
"Oh, l have title to everything
yet"
"how I do have to dig for good
news! Then it appears we still have
a business; indeed, we may always
have a business, for the very fact that
it is going but not quite gone implies
doubt as to its ultimate departure,
and perhaps we may yet scheme a
way to retain it. Ii we can save
enough out of the wreck to insure
you your customary home comforts, /
shan't cry, partner. have a profes,
sion to fall back on. Yes, Stree. 1
own sheep-skin, and it says I'm an
electrical and civil engineer"
What"
II said it. An electrical and civil
engineer. Slipped one over on you at
college, John Cardigan, when all the
time you thought was having good
time"
'It drives me wild to have a man
sputter at me. Pm an electrical and
civil engineer. / 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 degreer
Partner. l have a string of letters
after my name like the tail of a
comet"
You comfort me-" the old man
answered simply. 4 have reproache0
myself with the thought that l reared
you with the sole thought of making
lumberman out of you-and when
/ saw your lumber business slipping
through lny fingers"
'You were sorry didn't have
profession to fall back on, Ell? Or
were you fearful lest you had raised
the usual rich mans son? If the
latter, you did not compliment me. pal.
I've never forgotten how hard you al
ways strove TO impress me with a
sense of the exact weight OF my
responsibility as your successor"
How big are you nowT his father
queried suddenly.
'Well, sir" Bryce answered, for his
fathers pleasure putting aside his
normal modesty, "Tm six feet two
inches tall, and I weigh two hundred
pounds in the pink of condition.
have a forty-eight-lnch chest, with five
and half inches chest-expansion. and
a reach as long as gorillas. My
underpinning 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 a swimmer; and at Princeton they
say I made football history"
ssgT11.a4 l., ,.o,,xy nY1o0f1,.a ri NV hnu---
very. Ever do any boxingT
"Quite a little. I'm fairly mp in the
manly art of self-defense."
The old man wagged his head APP
provingly, and they had reached the
gate of the Cardigan home before he
spoke again. There's a big buck
woods-boss up In Pennington's camp"
he remarked irrelevantly. Hes a
French Canadian imported from north
ern Michigan by Colonel Pennington.
dare say he's the only man in this
country who measures up to you phys
ically. He can fight with his fists
and wrestle quite cleverly. I'm told.
His name is Jules Rondeau, and he's
ton dog among the lpnberjacks. They
say he's the strongest man in the
county" He unlatched the gA-~e.
"Folks used to say that about me
once" he continued wistfully. "Ah'
~ could have my eyes to see you
meet Jules ROndeau y
The front portal of the quaint old
Cardigan residence opened, and a
silyer-haired lady came out on the
porch and hailed Bryce. She was
Mrs. Tully. John Cardigau's old house
keeper and almost mother to Bryce.
ooh here's my boy" she cried. and
q moment later found herself encircled
nv Bryce's arms and saluted with
hearty kiss.
AS he stepped into the familiar en-
trsnce-hau, Bryce paused. raised ms
head and shifted suspiciously' Ike
bIr,,y,og. Mrs. Tully arms akim0o.
watched him pleasurably. i smell
somerhina,r he declared. and advanced
a wtpp down the hall for another snln;