Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-08-12
Page Six


Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale
had just told McLaurin that he meant
TO 20 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 business mar
vel.
"I'lI have TO try somebody here, l
guess. But l won't take 1t from IA:
ther-mother wouldn't permit 1t, any
way, II she knew-and there are sew.
eral other reasons. Queer how q fel-
lows mother would turn him down
like this! Usually, y'know, it's a fel-
lows mother that sticks by him the
ii wonder where l could find old
Newton Wheatley, of the Luther
Wheatley Iron company? know him,
Tall right. He always liked me, Bobby.
you'll find him at home" McLaurin
answered. Hes out Of business, and
here all the time now. DE might take
a shot at coal. Why not phone him
from hereT'
"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 his father for funds
we'll he had his reasons, and 1t was
rather q private matter. Whcatey, of
course, remembered the aear-wcdding
The old iron man was silent for
what seemed to Dale very long time.
Then his voice came over the wire
with an almost OminOHS calm:
"Wh0 besides you has seen this vein,
CarIyie2 Anybody thnt knows coaIF'
.Ies, 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. de took up the receiver
with bOyish eagerncSs.
Wheatley began cordially: Your fa-
ther tells me 1t 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, l know where you
can lay your hands on one; also can
furnish you, at half the original cos.
all the necessary machinery and acceS
sories. You didn't know the old Lu-
ther-Wheatley company dickered in
coal as we'll as iron; eh? Well, 1t did.
Let me see you at three O'Clock this
afternoon"
Dale was jubilant. Here was rare
stroke of good fortune. lie went TO
McLaurin-who had not yet found
John Moreland and Ben nittleford-
and told him about it. MCLaurn was
almost as happy as Dale over 1t. A
beIlboy appeared like jack-in-the-boS
in the center of the floor "Mistoh
Cahlye, DaleI MistOh Cahlyle Dale"
Dale wheeled. "Well?"
Wanted immejitly at DoctOh Brae'
meh's hospittle, sub !"
Dale shook hands with McLaurin
and hurried toward the street.
A few minutes later Doctor BraemeT
met him in the reception room.
whats wrong, dOctorT
The surgeon beckOned. Come with
me-"
He turned and led the way through
long corridor and to sunny white
room where Babe LittlefOrd lay with
q 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 to be forgiven,s
Babe stared ut him tritie coldly,
She had not yet seen the two men whC
stood in the doorway. Then she in
terrupted her father:
You hush, pap, and go away. III
told We hunderd times about tightin
a-heln murder, and specially 10 US
wimmenfOlkS, and you never would
pay any 'tcntion to me. You hush
pap, and go away. IF l die, I'll jest
hat 10 die. And ef | die, shore dc
want to die in peace. Go way, pap"
but ye must live, Babe, honey'
Ben LittlefOrd mOaned. 'Ef you was
to die, what'd dO?"
81 don't know what yc'd do pap,
Babe said weakly. You ought Il
thought o that afOre, pap. 1t may b,
too late now. l want ye to go on OF
and le' me alone. Ef die, want L
die in peace. The Lord knows never
got 10 live in peace!"
III ere was n worried look In hCl
wonderful brown eyes, and the doctor
saw il. He strobe forward dcctSireI!
and helped LttiefOrd TO his feet. Tn,
hilman wiped away a tear with hi
faded blue bGndana, and hung hi
head. He had been made d broker
muu IL one day.