The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1921-08-27
CHAPTER VII.
Lonesome.

When John MOreland and Ben Lit
-tieford had finished their breakfast
there in the dining room Of the Blais-
dell, they drank the water from their
t1ngerbowls, threatened with sudden
death the waiter who snickered, and
found the way to the lobby.
To Littleford the minutes dragged
soddenly. Finally he told MoreIand,
in sentence filled with double mega.
tives, that he could bear the suspense
no longer, and proposed that they set
out at once for Doctor Braemer's hos
pital. The hotel manager overheard
some of the one-sided conversation;
he 'phoned the surgeon and learned
that the young woman was resting
easily, which Information he passed
on to the mountain men.
Ben Littleford was quiet for i've
minutes. more or less. Then he again
proposed to John Moreland that they
go to the hospital to see Babe. More
land refused fatty. and accompanied
bis refusal with an unmistakable look
Of contempt.
YOU'RE as restless as q dawg In q
rea town." he told his old enemy, and
with that he walked away.
A few minutes later Ben Littleford
stole out unnoticed by his neishbor
from the Big Pine, and went at brisk
gait up the street. Moreland found It
out shortly afterward; he followed the
Littleford chief hotfoot, and overlook
him. Trust your hill dweiler to note
landmarks when he goes into unknown
territory - Littleford was headed
straight for the hospital.
! They walked for two blocks in 81.
lence. Moreland had assumed the At.
,t1tude of one who has had the guard,
ianship Of an irresponsible person
thrust upon him. But soon he soft
ened somewhat.
~ shore CANT understand. Ben" he
drawled. how Bill Dale ever could
bear 1t to live here"
81 WONDER" Littleford said absent
mindedly, as though he had not heard,
"whar Bill Dale is att It's mighty
burned lonesome without him. amt its
That was good ham we had for break
fus, john"
1T wasn't ham. 1t was beef"
ut was ham,"
lit was beef"
ut was ha-"
Don't ye reckon" f1ared John More
land. that know a dang cows meat
when ! see It? 1t was beefT"
They had halted in the middle OF
stream OF pedestrians. policeman
crowded his way to them.
Move onl" he growled.
Bill Dale WAS at that moment enter
ing the lobby of the Blaisdell with
Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale
had just told McLaurin that he meant
to 90 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,
BiL7 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 Cincy."
Dale did not try to conceal his sur
prise and disappointment. Harris, for
all his youth, had been q business mar
vel.
"lu 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 fell
lows mother would turn him down
ike this Usually, y'know, it's fell
lows mother that sticks by him the
longest =.
II wonder where l could lind old
Newton Wheatley, of the Luther
Wheatley Iron company 1 know him.
all right. He always liked me, Bobby"
"Youll find him at home" McLaurin
answered. Hes out of business, and
here all the time now. He might take
q shot at coal. Why not phone him
from here?'
III do that" Dale decided. Look
up my two friends for me. Bobby, will
your"
He was soon speaking to Newton
Wheatiey. He was brief In stating his
wishes. 10 the question as to why he
did not go to his father for funds
we'll, he had his reasons, and 1t 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.
Cariyle7 Anybody that knows coalf'
"Yes, my father" Dale answered
quickly. ale went over 1t years ago.
ASH him about the coal In David More
lands mountain. Phone him, and then
phone me. I'm waiting at the Blais-
dell" t.
Wheatley agreed little reluctantly.
Dale waited patiently for fifteen
minutes. Then the clerk called him
to the phone. He took up the receiver
with b0yiah eagerness. ..