Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1921-09-15

txss. my fashzr.s Dzls Ezsss7sa
quickly. aHe went over u sears ago.
ASK him about the coal In David More
lands mountain. Phone him, and then
phone me-. I'm waiting nc the Blais-
dell"
wheatiey agreed q little relucfantly.
Dale waited patiently for fifteen
minutes. Then the CLERK called him
70 the phone. he took up the receiver
with boyish eaRernesa
.wheatIey began cordially: "Your IA
ther tells me Il In n good proposition,
Carlyle. 20 I'll let you have all the
money you'll need. And II you want q
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-
SORES. You didn't know the old Luz
ther-wheatIey company dlckered In
coal as well a. iron; eh7 Well, it did.
Let me see you at three o'clock this
afternoon"
stroke OF good fortune. He went to
McLaurin-who had not yet found
John MOreIand and ben Littleford-
and told him about It McLaurin was
almost az happy as Dale over IL. A
belIboy appeared like a jack-In-the-box
In the center or the tiOOr. "Mistoh
CahIyIe DaleI Mistoh CahlyIe Dale I"
Dale wheeled. "WellY
wanted immeJitly at DOctoh Brae-
meh's hOspittle. suh!''
Dale shook hands with McLaurin
ana hurried toward the street.
A few minutes later Doctor Braemer
met him in the reception room.
whats wrong. doctOrY'
The surgeon beckoned. Come with
me-"
lie turned and led the way through
a long corridor and TO a sunny white
room where Babe Littleford lay with
a bandage about her temples. Ben Lit
tlefOrd was on his knees Mt his
daughters bedside: he was slowly
wringing his big. rough hands and beg
cling piteousIy TO be forgiven.
Babe stared at him trifie coldIy.
She had not yet seen the two men who
stood In the doorway. Then she In
terrupted her father:
You hush. pap. and go away. I'd
told ye a hunderd times about fightin'
a-bein murder. AMI specially TO US
wiInmenfOlks. and you never would
pay any 'tentiOn tn the. You hush,
pap. and go away. RI I die. III Jest
haf 10 die. And Of I die. shore do
want To die In peace. 10 way. pap"
'Iiut ye must live. Babe, honey I"
ben I.ittlefOrd mOaned. "Ef you was
to die. what'd ! dor
Il don't know what ye'd do. pap"
Babe said weakly. You ought TO
thought o. that afOre. pap. Il may be
too late now. I want We to 20 on on
and le' me alone. RI / die, want TO
die In peace. The Lord knows I never
got to live in peace!"
There was worried look In her
wonderful brown eyes aud the doctor
saw IL. He Strod. forward decisiyeIy
and helped Liiileford to his feet The
niIlmaD wiped away u tear with his
faded blue bandnnu. and hung his
ned. tie had been made a broken
naR In one day.
'tin ont TO your friend Moreiand.' e
smiled the doctor. land wait there for
q little while"
Babes father walked unsteadiIy out
or the room. Dale went to Doctor
Braemer and whispered. Isn't she 60
Ing to make itY anxiousIy.
Certainly she's going 10 make It."
Braemer assured him. 60 on; she
wants to see you"
Dale drew chair up close to the
white bed and sat down. Babes eyes
lighted at once, and she put a hand
uncertainty out toward him. Dale took
the hand In his. lie saw that Il was
little pale under its delicate sunburn.
Glad TO see you. Babe" he told her
softly. Why do you think you're go
ing to die, BabeT'
She smiled at him. "Why, | don't
think I'm a-goin' to die" she said. "a
know lin a-gOin' TO live, Bill Dale.
! feel like I could walk nfty miles
right nOwT
but heard you tell your father"
Il was a-tryin' to skeer him out o.
ightin' any MORE" she interrupted.