The Adair County news. [volume] (Columbia, Ky.) 1897-1987, 1921-03-02
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tOn. we pass Out AAhS SSHLlSmcL, uOt
blackguards We will not take advan-
tage of this man Gregorys faith. If
he joins forces with US, we lay our
hand on the table and let himsiook."
"Then he'll never join hands with
rs partner. We're DONE"
We're not done, my son. We have
one alternative, and I'm going to take
a. I've got tO-for your sake. More
o. Of. your mother would have wished
st So"
You don't mean"
Yes. l do. I'm going to sell Pen
birgton my Valley of the Giants. 1t
Is my personal property, and it is not
m"rtgaged. Pennington can never
foreclose on it-and until he gets it,
IT, enty-five hundred acres of virgin
tii.iier on Squaw creek are valueless-
naE. source of expense to hias
Bryce, he has to have 1t; and he'll pay
ths' price, when he knows / mean
business"
With a sweeping gesture he waved
aside the arguments that rose to his
sons lips LEAD me to the telephone"
BE- commanded; and Bryce, recogniz-
hg his sire's unalterable determine
ton. obeyed.
Find Pennington's number in the
telephone book" John Cardigan COM
nanded next.
Hryce found it, and his father pro-
ccctled to get the Colonel on the wire.
'PeRn:ngton," he said hoarsely, "this
Is John Cardigan speaking. I've de-
ctied to sell you that quarter-section
H. blocks your timber on Squaw
creek"
indeed" the Colonel purred. 81
had an idea you were going to pre-
sent it to the city for natural park"
1--WE changed my mind. I've decid-
ed to sell at your last offer"
"Tve changed my mind, too. I've
decided not to buy-at my last offer.
Goodnight"
Slowly John Cardigan hung the re
eeiver on the hook, turned and CROPPED
for his son. When he found him, the
old man held him for moment in his
arms. Lead me upstairs, son." he
murmured presently. I'm tired. I'm
going to bed"
When Colonel Seth Pennington
turned from the telephone and faced
his niece, Shirley read his triumph in
his face. "Old Cardigan has capitu-
lated at last" he cried exultingly. "He
just telephOned to say he'd accept my
last offer for his Valley of the Giants"
But you're not going to buy 1t.
Ypu told him so, Uncle Seth"
S9f course I'm not going to buy 1t.
at my last offer. It's worth five thou
san;! dollars in the open market, and
once I offered him fifty thousand for
It. Now I'll give him FIVE"
"I wonder why he wants to sell"
sh rley unused. 'From what Bryce
Cardigan told me once. his father at
taches a sentimental value to that
strip of woods; his wife is buried
there"
"Ee's selling it because he's desper-
ate If he wasn't lettering on the
verge of bankruptcy, he'd never let
me outgame him." Pennington replied
kayly. 'I'II wait until he has gone
bust-and save twenty-five or thirty
thousand dollars"
81 think you're biting off your nose
TO spite your face, Uncle, Seth. The
Laguna Granda Lumber company
needs that outlet In dollars and
cents, what is 1t worth to the COM
pany?"
IF thought 1 couldn't get it from
cardigan a few months from now, I'd
20 as high as hundred thousand for
It tonight" he answered coolly.
'In that event, advise you to take
It for fifty thousand. It's terribly
hard on old Mr.. Cardigan to have to
sell it, even at that price"
"You do not understand these mat
tiers. Shirley. Don't try. And don't
waste your sympathy on that old
hun,bug. He has to dig up fifty thou
sand dollars to pay on his bonded In
debtedness, and he's finding it diff
cult job. He's just sparring for time
but he'll lose out"
AS If to indicate that he considered
she matter closed, the Colonel drew
his chair toward the fire, picked up q
magazine, and commenced idly to silt
the pages. Shirley studied the bach
of his head for some time, then got
out some fancy work and commenced
ulving her needle. And as she pliet
IL a thought, nebulous at first, gradual
ly took form in her head until even
tually she murmured loud enough TO
the Colonel TO hear:
"Ill do it,
go what?" Pennington queried.
sSomething nice for somebody VIII
did something nice for. me- she an
swered.
About two o'clock the following an
ernoon old Judge Moore of the Su
perior court of Humboldt county, drift
ed into Bryce Cardigan's Office, So
down unlimited, and lifted his lon
legs to the top of an adjacent chair.
"Well, Bryce, my boy" he begal
"a little bird tells me your daddy
considering the sale of Cardigan
Redwoods, or the Valley of the Giant