Polk County news. [volume] (Benton, Tenn.) 191?-1983, 1921-08-18


Il shore CANT understand, Ben" he
drawled, how Bill Dale ever could
bear 1t to live here"
II wonder" LittlefOrd said absent
mindedly, as though he had not heard,
'whar Bill Dale is att It's mighty
burned lonesome without him, amt 1t?
That was good ham we had for break
fus', John"
lit wasn't ham. 1t was beef"
| lit was ham,"
ut was beef"
lit was ha-"
| Don't We reckon" fiared John More
| land, that know a dang cows meat
when l see it? 1t was beefp
/ 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 Blaisdell 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 Cincy."
Dale did not try to conceal his sur
prise and disappointment. Harris, Tor
all his youth, had been business mar
vel.
"I'll have to try somebody here,
guess. But l won't take il from Ia
ther-mother wouldn't permit it, any
way, if she knew-and there are sew
eral other reasons. Queer how TEL
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? 1 know him,
all right. He always liked me, Bobby.
"You'l find him at home" McLaurln
answered. Hes out of business, and
here all the time now. He might take
a shot at coal. Why not phone him
from here?"
"I'll do that" Dale decided. LOOK
I'D my two friends for me, Bobby, will
your"
He was soon speaking to Newton
Wheatley. He was brief in stating MS
wishes. To the question as to why ne
did not 90 to his 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 coalT'
Eyes, 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
Their tells me it is a good proposition,
Carlyle, so I'll let you have all the
money you'll need. And If you want
good mining man, 1 know where you
can lay your hands on one; also l can
furnish you, at half the original cost,
all the necessary machinery and acces-
sories. You didn't know the old Luz
Their Wheatley company dickered In
coal as well as iron; Ell? Well, 1t did.
Let me see you at three o'clock this
afternoon"
Dale was jubilant. Here was rare
stroke of good fortune. He went to
had not yet found
John Moreland and Ben Littleford-
and told him about 1t. McLaurin was
almost as happy as Dale over 1t. A
bellboy appeared like a jack-in-the-b0x
In the center of the floor. "Mistoh
Uablyle Dale Mistoh Cahlyle Daler'
Dale wheeled. "WellT"
WANTED immejltly at Doctoh Brae-
meh's hospittle, sub J"
Dale shook hands with McLaurin
and hurried toward the street
A few minutes later Doctor Braemer
met him In the reception room.
whats wrong, doctorT
The surgeon beckoned. Come with
me-"
He turned and led the way through J
! long corridor and to sunny white \
room where Babe Littleford lay with y
4 bandage about her temples. Ben Lit Il