The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-07-21

plme- trust your hill .dYeiIer to note
landmarks when he goes into unknown
territory - EfttIeford was hea0e8
straight for the hospital.
Ihey walked for two blocks IN si
renee. M"relapd bad assumed tho ,...
titude OF one who has had ne .-..,r.;.
ianshic OF an irresponsible person
thrust upon him. But soon he soft
ened somewhat.
I Il shore CANT understand, Ben" he
drawled. how Bill Dale ever could
bear II to live here"
II wonder" Littieford said absent
mindedly, as though he had not heard,
"whar Bill Dale is att It's mighty
burned lonesome without him, amt it'll
That was good ham We had for break
fus, john"
1T wasn't ham. 1t was beef"
1T was ham,"
ut was beef"
1T was ha-"
Don't ye reckon" f1ared John More
land, that know dang cows meat
when l see it2 1t was beef"
They had halted in the middle OF a
stream OF pedestrians. A policeman
crowded. his way to them.
"Move on" he growled.
|
Bill Dale was at that moment enter
Ing the lobby of the Blaisdel 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? Fm sorry, because he would
have accommodated you. lie Went
broke 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.
| III have to try somebody here,
| guess. But l won't take it from IA
ther-mother wouldn't permit It, any
way, If she kncw-and there are sew
eral other reasons. Queer how fel.
lows mother would turn him down
like this! Usually, y'know, it's fel.
lows mother that sticks by him the
longest.
Il wonder where l could find old
| Newton Wheatley, Of the Luther
| Nheatley Iron company? l know him.
all right. he always liked me- Bobby"
You'll find him at home," McLaurin
answered. He's out of business, and
here all the time now. He might take
a shot at coal. Why not phone him
from here?"
III do that" Dale decided. Look
up my two friends for me, Bobby, Will
you?"
lie was soon speaking to Newton
| Wheatlcy. He was brief in stating his
wishes. To the question as 10 why he
did not go 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 omnous calm:
"Who besides you has seen this vein,
Carlyle2 Anybody that knows coal?
"Yes, my father" Dale answered
quickly. "He went over 1t years ago.
|
lands mountain. Phone him. and then
phone me. I'm waiting at the Rlais-
dell"
Wheatley agreed q 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 good proposition,
Carlyle, so Iii let you nave ali tie
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 acces-
sories. You didn't know the old Lu-
ther-Wheatley company dickered in
coal as well as iron; eh? Wei, it did
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