The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-06-18
CHATTER VI.-Continued.


"Ill have 10 admit" said Hillinrd
Nghtly. that the odds are on the side
Of the experts. Bat Us for the ro-
nance" He smiled AT Angela and
wondered II he dared begin so soon TO
build up the framework Of his mission
"Ive been telling Angela that it's
mostly hard work Once In while
you do run into something lurid, Of
cOurse-rOmanilc. If you want 10 call
II SO! remember one hit cut OF my
own experience" Angela had dropped
the papers, and was listening as close
ly as her father. "a few years ago
some friends Of mine hourht M an old
abandoned property out in The Butte
region; bought II for Il song. and IL
was a very quiet peaceful little song
81 that, because metals had been dull.
and 10 continue the meiaphor-my
trends weren't In particularly good
tCIce just then. But after they'd tax.
tn title, they realized that they'd only
fEIg the first verse OF the song. and
there were lot more verses and q
Pretty strenuous chorus. There was
shaft to be unwatered and a lot Of
timbcr-wOrk to be done: they were in
for big expense and their credit had
TICKS in II. and the outlook wasn't any
too rosy. But thirty yards from the
main workings there was fairiSh
Enrt OF tunnel, with the start of
winze-that's blind shaft running
down Obliquely from horizontal tun-
nel--and II pointed straight toward
the main shaft, and ii occurred to
them that they could continue that
Wine another few feet. strike their
main shaft about the hundred and
fifty foot level, and save lot of labor
and expense that way by getting
clean approach 10 the shaft instead
of taking n lot Of bother with II in its
decreplt condition. Wen, they began
to go down that Wine. and inside of
ten feet they struck q brand new and
unsupported vein-thCre hadn't been
any outcrop showing: it was sheer,
unadultcrated luck. Then they had
credlt-they certainly did! To make
a long story shop they pawncd their
futures, and begged and borrowed ev-
cry penny they could lay their hands
on. and they developed that property
TO the last cent, and when they had
perhaps two hundred thousa"d or so
tC1s OF four per cent copper ln sight,
and there were indicated ore reserves
Of another half million tons, they
sold that property to group Of New
Workers for an utterly phenomenal
price, without ever having so much
rs touched the original shaft for which
they'd bought the property"
"Ouch!" said Cullen, and Good
ness y said Angela.
And" said Hilllard, smiling remi-
niscently. "if the original owners had
pushed that Wine for couple Of days
more than they did, or IL my friends
hadn't decided to 20 at the problem
In exactly that way well, as I shy.
what's one mans romance Is another
mans tragedy. My friends got their
Investment back In something less than
four months, and after that il was vel
vet. And the selling price was in the
neighborhood of two hundred times
what they'd paid for II. That's min
fng history. NJ Cullen" And indeed
II wEs--and the only fabrication about
Il was billiards. claim OF friendship
for the lucky owners. This, as he as
sured himself, wag saiesman's license
--every successful operator is n
~friend" Of any salesman.
Cullen nodded thoughtfully: his
eyes were bright. Angela was alter
nntely regarding him with indulgent
pity, and sending I-told-you-so mes
sages TO Hllliard.
"Where was this-in MontanaT"
"SllverbOw county. Near Butte.
Yes, there is romance In that country.
Mr.. Cullen. It's in every tree and ev-
cry rock, and In every hill and valley
and under the ground. And I'm afraid
I'm just enough Of realist to find
most OF my own under the surface"
ITO save my life" said Cullen, Il
can't help thinning Of that region m
n Mark Twain sort OF country-som-
breros and six-shooters and vigilantes
md stage coach hold-ups and gold dust
Ms medium Of exchange. Know It's |
but I've never been ont there,
md it's hard to get over what We
learned ~ school" He surveyed his |
vannted garden lsss arrognntly; TIE