The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1921-10-14

dell. they drank the water from their
ti%ngerOowlS, threatened with sudden
death the waiter who ~snickered, and
found the way 10 the lobby.
To Littleford the minutes dragged
sOddenly. Finally he told MOreland,
i'll a sentence filled with double mega
tives, that he could bear the suspense
no longer, and proposed that they ser
out at once for Doctor Braelp0-'s nos
pita!. The hotel manager overheard
some 90 the one-Sided conversation
ne pnOned the surgeon and learned
that the young woman was resting
easily, which information ne passed
on to the mountain meE.
Ben LittletOrd wan quiet for five
minutes, more or less. Then he again
proposed to John Morcland that they
go TO he hospital TO see Babe. More
land refused tlatly, and accompanied
his refusal with an u~nmistakable look
! of contempt.
You're as restless as q dawg in a
flea town he told his old enemy, anG
With that he walked away.
- A'" lAlAhlN litNA DNh
stole out unnOticed by his %neighbor
fro~V the BIG Zine, and went at a brisk
ga. W lkN street. MOreland found ii
out shortly afterward he followed the
LittlefOrd chief hOtfOot, and overlook
him. Trust your hill dweller to note
landmarks when he goes into unknown
territory LittlefOrd was headed
straight for the hospital.
They walked for two blocks in ST.
lenCe. Moreland had assume the at
titude OF one who has had the guard
ianship OF an irresponsible person
thrust upon him. But soon he soft
ened somewhat.
Il shore CANT understand, Ben he
draWled, how Bill Dale ever could
bear it to live here"
II wonder" Littleford said absent
mindedly, us though he had not heard,
"whar Bill Dale is att It's mighty
burned lonesome without him, amt It?
That vas good ham We had for break
fuS', John"
1T wasn't ham,. 1t was beef"
1T was ham,"
1T was beef"
1T was ha-"
Don't We reckon" tiared John More
land, that | know u dang COW meat
when | see it? 1t Il beef"
They had halted in the middle or a
stream OF pedestrians. A policeman
crowded his way TO them.
Move on" he growled.
Bin Dale was at that moment enter
ing the lobby Of the Blaisdell with
Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale
had just told McLaurin that ne meant
TO 80 to Cincinnati to borrow money
from his wealthy friend Harris. Then
McLaurin told Dale something that
saved him the journey TO Cincinnati.
You haven't heard about Harris,
Bill? I'm sorry, because he would
have accommodated you. He went
broke a few days ago in the cotton
smash. he was here yesterday, and
left last night for Cincy."
Dale did not try to conceal his sur
prise and disappointment. Harris, for
all his youth, had been u business mar
vel.
III have to try somebody here, l
guess. But l won't take it from IA
ther-mOther wouldn't permit it, any
way, il she knew-and there are sew
eral other eason Queer how a fell
lows mother would turn him down
like this. Usually, y'know, it's a fel-
lows mother hat sticks by him the
Il wonder where l could find old
Newton WheatIey, of the Luther
Wheatley Iron company? 1 know him,
all right. lie always liked rQe, Bobby
"youll find him ut home" McLaurin
answered. Hes out Of business, and
here all the time now. He might take
a shot at coal. Why not phone him
from here?"'
"lll do that" Dale decided. Look
up my two friends for me, Bobby, will
you?"
He was SOon speaking to Newton
Wheatley. He was brief in stating his
wishes. To the question as to why he
did not go TO his father for funds
well, he had his reasons, and it was
rather a private matter. Wheat!ey, OF
course, remembered the near-wedding.
The old iron man was silent for
what seemed to Dale a very long time.
Then his voice came over the wire
with an almost Ominous calm:
who besides you has seen this vein.
Carlyle? Anybody that knows coal?"
"Yes, my father" Dale answered
quickly. He went over it years ago.
Ask him about the coal in David More
lands mountain. Phone him, and then
phone NE. I'm waiting at the Blais-
dell"
Wheatley agreed a little reluctantly.
Dale waited patiently for fifteen
minutes. Then the clerk called him
TO the phone. He took up the receiver
with bOyish eagerness.
Wheatlcy began cordially: Your ia
ther cells me it is a good proposition,
Carlyle, so I'll let you have all the
money you'll need. And If you want a
good mining a | know where you