Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-03-17
CHAPTER X-Continued.

from it's envelope. Looks like laun- dry ticket" he said, but I figured 1t out, and he wants you to sell the farm and buy a coal mine,"
 Harris read the letter through not without some difficulty. At first he was inclined to laugh, but the earnest ness of Riles impressed him through the makeshift English.
 "What dye think of 1t, Dad?' said the younger man, at length "Of course we don't know anything about coal, but then@'
 "It must look good to Riles or he wouldn't want to put any money in It, commented Harris. after few min utes' reflection. "Riles is pretty eau tious He's got money in the bank drawin' three per cent; he's afraid to lend 1t out among the farmers. And he afn't easy talked into a new scheme, either"
 "D'ye suppose we could sell the farm?" The idea of a big, profitable speculation suddenly appealed to AL Ian with much greater force than the prospect of three years on a home stead He knew that vast sums of money had been made, and made quickly in the Far West, but he had never before thought of himself or his father sharing in this sudden wealth.
 "D'ye suppose we could sell the farm?' he repeated. It began to seem that the shortcut to wealth hinged on the possibility of selling the farm.
 oil .;,rl,t said Harris Maybe not for that much cash, but we can get cash on the agreement if we need It." He was not man to act precipitately, or risk all on a single throw unless he were very, very sure of the result
 "Of course, maybe it's all right" he continued. But it's a good thing to buy your buggy before you throw away your cart. If this things as good as Rifles says, it will keep until we can see it for ourselves. If it don't, some thin else1l turn up"
 ''Yes." said Allan, but if we find it's all right when we get there. and we've only few measly hundred dol lars along, we'll want to kick our aiiNNo tllA lllC NdA HOllt. LUIS Ol ltl- lows are making big money just be- cause they had some capital to work with, and why shouldn't we do 1t. too? Couldn't you fix if some way to get the money without coming back, if every thing looks all right? That'd save time and expense, too"
 There's something in that. There's time to see Bradshaw yet before the train comes. We'll kind O leave It standn' in his hands,"
 They made q hurried call on Brad shaw, and asked him to be on the look out for buyer for the farm.
 Mind, Pm not actu'lly putin 1t up for sale" Harris cautioned him, "but 1 want you to keep your eye open for buyer Forty thousand dollars takes the whole thing as a goin' concern, an the more cash the better. Get line on the buyer if you can and if I send you word to sell, you sell, and if I don't send you word, don't do anythin'. You underestimate"
 The lawyer wrote something on a sheet of paper. "This is Il power of at torney, which will enable me to com plete the documents without the delay of sending them to you, if you should decide to sell" he explained. Harris signed the paper. and Allan witnessed 1t.
 With this understanding the jour ney westward was undertaken, and completed without event of impor- tance.
 Rifles met them on the station plat form. He had met every train for week, as 1t had been agreed that it would be better that the Harsses should not visit Gardiner's ranch until plans were more fully developed. Jim was still there, and Gardiner insisted that Jim should not meet Harris at present. He allowed Riles to think that he feared trouble if former em- ployer and employee should meet; as q matter of fact, he feared that if their coal mine proposition should reach the ears of Travers the young man would attempt 10 dssuade Harris from hay ing anything to do with it, or at least would urge a fuller investigation than
 
 to make of Trayers an unwilling party to the affair.
 Riles, in overalls and shirt-sleeves, leaned against the iron rail at the back of the station platfopn, his big hands stuffed in the bulging band of his trousers, and his under-jaw busy with an ample ration of tobacco. He watched the passengers alighting from the train with little interest; he had no particular expectation of meeting Harris on this occasion, and, if the truth be told, he had little desire to meet him. Riles had no bangs or con science over his part in the plot against his old neighbor, but he had an uneasy feeling of cowardice. When suddenly his eye fell on Harris and his hig, strapping son, his first impulse was to slip away in the crowd before they should notice him. But 1t was only for moment; the next Harris was calling, "'Lo, Hiram," and the two .yara shakinp hands as old friends met