The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-11-18
CHAPTER XIX.

Col. Seth Pennington was thoroughly
crushed. Look which way he would
the bedeviled old rascal could find no
loophole for escape
"You win, Cardigan" he muttered
desperately MS he sat In his office after
Shirley had left him. you've had
more than shade In every round thus
far, and at the finish you've landed a
clean knockout. If had to fight any
man but you"
He sighed resignedly and pressed
the push-button on his desk. Sexton
entered. Sexton" he said bluntly
and with slight culver in his voice,
my niece and / have had disagree
ment. We have quarreled over young
Cardigan. She's going to marry him.
Now, our affairs are somewhat in
volved and In order to straighten them
out we spun coin to see whether she
should sell her stock In Laguna
Grande to me or whether l should sell
mine TO her-nnd I lost. The book
last years business. plus ten per cent
will determine the selling price, and
shall resign as president. You will,
in all probability, be retained to man.
age the company until 1t is merged
with the Cardigan Redwood Lumber
company-when, imagine. you will be
given ample notice to seek new job
elsewhere. Call Miss Summers attor-
ney, Judge Moore, on the telephone
and ask him to come to the Office al
nine o'clock tomorrow, when the pa
pers can be drawn up and signed
That is ALL"
The Colonel did not return to his
home In Redwood boulevard ,that night
He had no appetite for dinner and sal
brooding In his Office until very late
| then he went to the Hotel Sequoia ant
engaged a room. He did not posses.
sufficient courage to face his niec'
again.
At four o'clock the next day -th'
Colonel. his baggage, his automobile
his chauffeur and the solemn butler
James, boarded the passenger steame
for San Francisco, and at four-thirt,
sailed out of Humboldt bay over tn
laundering bar and on into the south
The Colonel was still a rich man, bu
his dream of redwood empire hat
faded, and once more he was talSinl
up the search for cheap timber
Whether he ever found II or not is
matter that does not concern us.
At a moment when young Henr
Poundstone's dream of legal opulenc
was fading, when Mayor Poundstone'
hopes for domestic peace had bee
shattered beyond repair, the while hi
cheap political aspirations had bee
equally devastated because Of Gel
tain damnable document I'm the posse,
sion OF Bryce Cardigan, many event
of importance were transpiring. o
the veranda of his old fashioned HON
John Cardigan sat tapping the foe
with his stick and dreaming dream
which for the first time In many year
were rose-tinted. Beside him Shirle
sat, her glance bent musingly OF
across the roofs Of Sequoia and on
the bay shore, where the smoke an
exhaust steam fioated up from tw
sawmills-her own and Bryce Card
gan's. To her came at regularly space
intervals the faint whining of the saw
and the rumble Of log trains crawlir
out Of the log dumps; high over Il
piles of bright, freshly sawn lumb'
she caught from time to time the fias
. Of white spray as the great logs tosst
, from the trucks hurtled down II
, skids and crashed into the bay.
| the docks of both mills vessels We
, loading. their tall spars cutting Il
sky line above and beyond the smok
! stacks; far down the bay a stea
schooner. loaded until her main de-
, | was almost flush with the water, WI