Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1921-09-02

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 assumed 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, ne
drawled, "how Bill Dale ever could
bear it to live here"
II wonder Littleford said absent
mindedly, as though he had not heard,
''whar Bill Dale is at? It's mighty
burned lonesome without him, amt III
That was 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 l know dang cows meat
when see it? 1t was beef !"
They had halted in the middle OF
stream OF pedestrians. A policeman
crowded his way to them.
Move onI" he growled.
Bill Dale was at that moment enter
ing the lobby of the BlaisdeH with
Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale
had just told McLaurin that he meant
to go 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 a business mar
vel.
"I'll have to try somebody here, i
guess. But won't take it from ia
ther-mother wouldn't permit it, any
way, if she knew-and there are sew
eral other reasons. Queer how fell
lows mother would turn him down
like this Usually, y'know, it's fell
lows mother that sticks by him the
longest.
Il wonder where | could find old
Newton Wheatley, of the Luther
Wheatley Iron company? know him,
all right. He always liked me, bobby
you'll find him at home" McLaurin
answered 'Hes out Of business, and
here all the time now. He might take
shot at coal. Why not phone him
from here?"
"Ill do that" Dale decided. Look
up my two friends for me, Bobby, will
your"
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 bis father for funds.
well, he had his reasons, and it was
rather a private matter. Wheatley, of
course, remembered the near-wedding.
The old iron man was silent for
what seemed to Dale 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 me. I'm waiting at the Blais-
dell"
Wheatley agreed little reluctantly.
Dale waited patiently for fifteen
minutes. Then the clerk called him
to the phone. He took up the receiver
with boyish eagerness.
Wheatley began cordially: Your IA
ther tells 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 man, know where you
can lay your hands on one; also | can
furnish you, at half the original cost,
all the necessary machinery and Access
series. You didn't know the old Luz
ther-Wheatley company dickered in
coal as well as iron; eh? Well, it did.
Let me see you at three o'clock this
afternoon"
Dale was jubilant. Here was rare
stroke Of good fortune. He went to
McLaurin-Who had not yet found
John Moreland and Ben Littleford-
and told him about it. McLaurin was
almost as happy as Dale over it. A
bellboy appeared like jack-in-the-
in the center Of the floor. ''Mistoh
Cahlyle Dale! Mistoh Cahlyle Dale p
Dale wheeled. "WellY
WANTED immejitly at Doctoh Brae-
mehs h6spittle, suh!''
Dale shook hands with McLaurin
and hurried toward the street.
A few minutes later Doctor Braemer
met him in the reception room.
"What's wrong, doctor?"
The surgeon beckoned. "Come with
me-"
He turned and led the way through
q long corridor and to sunny white
room Ekere Babe Littleford lay with
a bandage about her temples. Ben Lit
tleford was on his knees at his
daughters bedside; he was slowly
wringing his big, rough hands and beg
ging piteously 20 be forgiven.
Babe stared at him Q trifie coldIy.
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