Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1921-08-04

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mindedly, as though he had not heard,
"whar Bill Dale is at? It's mighty
burned lonesome without him, amt it?
That was good ham we had for break
fus', John"
1T wasn't ham. 1t was beef"
1T was ham,"
| 1T was beef"
| ut was ha-"
don't We reckon" fiared John More
land, that know dang cows meat
when see 1t? 1t was beefr'
They had halted In the middle Of a
stream Of pedestrians. A policeman
crowded his way to them.
"Move orr he growled.
Bill Dale was at that moment enter
Ing the lobby of the Biaisdell 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 few days ago IN the cotton
smash. He was here yesterday, and
left last night for Clncy."
Dale did not try to conceal his sur
prise and disappointment. Harris, for
all his youth, had been business mar
vel.>
"Ill have to try somebody here, l
guess. But l won't take it from IA
ther-mother wouldn't permit 1t, any
way, Ii she knew-and there are sew
eral other reasons. Queer how fell
lows mother would turn him down
like thisl Usually, yknow, it's fell
lows mother that sticks by him the
longest.
Il wonder where l could lind old
Newton Wheatley, of the Luther
Wheatley Iron company7 | 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 herew
"I'll 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 60 to his father for funds
well. he had his reasons, and it was.
rather 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?'
Eyes, my father" Dale answered
quickly. HE went over 1t 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 1t is good proposition,
Carlyle, so Ill let you have all the
money you'll need. And IL you want
good mining man, l 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; eh7 Well, 1t did.
Let me see you at three o'clock this
afternoon"
Dale was jubilant. Here was a 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.
belIboy appeared like a jack-in-the-box
in the center of the floor. "Mistoh
Cahlyle Dale! Mistoh Cahlyle Dalel"
Dale wheeled. "WellT'
WANTED immejitiy at Doctoh Brae-
meh's hospittle, sub ]"
Dale shook hands with McLaurin
and hurried toward the street.
A few minutes later Doctor Braemer
met him in the reception room.
whats wrong. dOctor?"
The surgeon beckoned. "Come with
me-"
He turned and led the way through
a long corridor and to sunny white |
room where Babe Littleford 10y with
q bandage about her temples. Ben Lit
tleford was on his knees at his