The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1920-08-13

mill? Bet you a dollar I did,"
ooh. l have title to everything
yet"
"Row do have to dig for goo(
news! Then 1t appears we still have
a business; indeed, we may always
have business, for the very fact tina
1t Is going but not quite gone implies
a doubt as to its ultimate departure
and perhaps we may yet scheme .
way to retain 1t. If we can saw,
enough out of the wreck to insure
y1u your customary home comforts,
shan't cry, partner. / have profes
sion to fall back on. Yes, Stree.
own sheep-skin. and it says I'm al
electrical and civil engineer"
"Whatw
81 said it. An electrical and civil
engineer. Slipped one over on you a
college, John Cardigan, when all the
time you thought was having goot
time"
| "Bu-bu-but-'
1T drives me wild to have a mar
sputter at me. I'm an electrical anG
civil engineer. I tell you, and my two
years of travel have been spent study
ing the installation an construction
oe big plants abroad"
"My dear boy! And you've go,
your degree?"
Partner, / have string of letters
after my name like the tail of q
! comet"
"You comfort me-" the old man
answered simply. II have reproached
myself with the thought that reared
you with the sole thought Of making
a lumberman ont of. you-and wher
saw your lumber business slipping
through my fingers"
"You were sorry j didn't have 9
profession to fall back on, Ell? o.
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 8
sense of the exact weight of my
responsibility as your successor"
"How big are you now?" his father
| queried suddenly.
swell, sir" Bryce answered, for his
fathers pleasure putting aside his
normal modesty, "I'm six feet two
inches tall, ard I weigh two hundred
pounds in the pink of condition.
have forty-eight-inch chest, with five
and half inches chest-expansion. and
a reach as long as gorilla's. My
UNDERMINING is good, too; I'm not one
of these fellows with spidery legs and
a barrel-chest. can do a hundred
yards in ten seconds; I'm no SLOUGH
of swimmer; and at Princeton they
say 1 made football history"
'That is very encouraging, my boy
very. Ever do any bookings"
"Quite little. Pm fairly up in the
manly art of self-defense"
The old man wagged his head ap
provingly, and they had reached the
gate of the Cardigan home before hi
spoke again. There's a big bucl
woods-boss up in Pennington's camp,
he remarked irrelevantly. Hes {
French Canadian imported from north
ern Michigan by Colonel Pennington
1 dare say he's the only man in thi:
country who measures UP to you phys
ically. He can fight with his fist.
and wrestle quite cleverlY, I'm told
His name is Jules Rondeau, and he't
top dog among the lumberjacks. The,
say he's the strongest man in tn,
county" He unattached the gate
"Folks used to say that about m,
once" he continued wistfully. "Ah
If / could have my eyes to see you
meet Jules Rondeauw
The front portal of the quaint oil
Cardigan residence opened. and
silver-haired lady came out on tn,
porch and hailed Bryce. She wa
Mrs. Tully, John Cardigan's old house
keeper, and almost mother to Bryce
"Oh, here's my boy!" she cried, ant
moment later found herself encircle,
by Bryce's arms and saluted with
hearty kiss.
AS he stepped into the familiar en-
trance-hall, Bryce paused, raised hi
head and shifted suspiciously, like
bird-dog. Mrs. Tally, arms akimbo
watched him pleasurably. 81 smell
something" he declared, and advance,
step down the hall for another sniff
then, in exact imitation of foxhound
he gave tongue and started for tn
kitchen. Mrs. Tully, waddling after
found him pointing" two hot black
berry pies which had a few minute
previously been taken from the oven
He was baying lugubriously.
"Tm still pie-hound, Mrs. Tully
and you're still the same dear, thought
full soul. How many did you make?
"Two."
"May have one all for myself, Mrs
Tully?"
"Indeed you may, my dear"
THANK you, but do not want
for myself. Mrs. Tully, will you pleas
wrap one of those wonderful pies 1
napkin and the instant George Sc
, Otter comes in with the car, tell hiI
to take the pie over to Colonel Penn
ington's house and deliver it to Mis-
Sumner? There's girl who doubles
thinks she has tasted pie in her da,
, and want to prove to her that sh
HASN'T He selected card from hi
card-case, sat down and wrote:
5 "Dear Miss Sumner:
I "Here is priceless hot wild-blaci
berry pie. especially manufactured
! my honor. 1t is so good ! wante