Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-01-21

4 ceiver on the hook. turned and grope
Y for his son. When he found him, tn
| old man held him for moment In hi
| arms. Lead me upstairs. son." b
murmured presently. I'm tired. In
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 it.
You told him so, Uncle Seth"
"Of course I'm not going to buy It..
at my last offer. It's worth five thou
sand dollars in the open market, and
once I offered him fifty thousand for
1t. Now I'll give him five"
81 wonder why he wants to SELL"
Shirley 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"
aC oCiilliS II UCNuuoC lhC > htcpCi-
ate. If he wasn't lettering on the
verge of bankruptcy, he'd never let
me outgame him." Pennington replied
gayly. 'Tll wait until he has gone
husband save twenty-five or thirty |
thousand dollars"
81 think you're biting off your nose
to spite your face, Uncle Seth The
Laguna Grande Lumber company
needs that outlet. In dollars and
cents, what is It worth to the COM
pany?"
IF 1 thought couldn't get 1t from
Cardigan a few months from now, I'd
go 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 1t, even at that price,"
"You do not understand these mat {
ers, Shirley. Don't try. And don't I
waste your sympathy on that old
lumbug. He has to dig up fifty thou
and dollars to pay on his bonded in
ebtedness, and he's finding it a diff S
ult job. He's just sparring for time, I
ut he'll lose out"
AS If to indicate that he considered t
he matter closed, the Colonel drew J
Is chair toward the fire, picked up a B
and commenced idly to slit ly
lie pages. Shirley studied the back dl
his head for some time, then got al
ut some fancy work and commenced S.
ying her needle. And as she piled pl
thought, nebulous at first gradual to
took form in her head until even
ally she murmured loud enough for ga
e Colonel to hear:
"I'll do it." he
"Do what?" Pennington queried. "h
Something nice for somebody who I;
d something nice for me-" she an tel
erred.
About two o'clock the following aft ca
noon old Judge Moore of the Su- an
rior court Of Humboldt county, drift inc
into Bryce Cardigan's office, sat fic
wn unlimited, and lifted his long fro
IS to the top Of an adjacent chair.
We'll, Bryce, my boy" he began, :
niue Dlru tells me your daddy is the
lsidering the sale of Cardigan's sol
dwoods, or the Valley of the Giants. of
w about it?" II
Bryce stared at him a moment ques- my
ningly. Eyes, Judge" he replied, eve
ELL sell, if we get our price" T
WE'LL" his visitor drawled, 81 have an
ient who might be persuaded. I'm the
e to talk turkey. What's your cor
ceY" ~
Before we talk price," Bryce par no,
d, 81 want you to answer a ques- mi,
a."
Let her fly" said Judge Moore. ,,,o,
Are you, directly or indirectly, act y 9
for Colonel PenningtonY' nhi
That's none of your business. young WI
nat least, it would be none of "sc
IT business if I were. directly or in sto