The Pulaskian., 1921-09-01

there in the dining room of the Blais- dell, they drank the water from their tingerboWls, threatened with sudden death the waiter who snickered. and | found the way to the lobby. To Littleford the minutes dragged soddenly. Finally he told Moreland, in sentence filled with double mega tives, that he could bear the suspense no longer, and proposed that they set | out at once for Doctor Braelner's hos l pital. The hotel manager overheard l some of the one-sided conversation he 'phoned the surgeon and learned that the young woman was resting easily, which information he passed l on to the mountain men.
 Ben Littleford was quiet for five minutes, more or less. Then he again l proposed to John Moreland that they l go to the hospital to see Babe. More land refused tlatly, and accompanied his refusal with an unmistakable look of contempt.
 You're as restless as dawg in a 1 flea town" he told his old enemy, and l WILL ludL lie Ndlkeu dWaY. l A few minutes later Ben LittIeford stole out unnotieed by his neighbor fFoyo the Big Fine, and went at brisk gait Cp tSo street. Moreland found it out shortly afterward; he followed the Littleford chief hotfoot, and overlook him. Trust your hill dweller to note landmarks when he goes into unknown territory = Littleford was headed straight for the hospital.
 They walked for two blocks in si- Ience. Moreland had assumed the at titude Of one who has had the guard ianship of an irresponsible person thrust upon him. Bat soon he soft ened somewhat.
 Il shore cain't understand, Ben,' he drawled how Bill Dale ever could bear it to live here"
 "I wonder" Litteford said absent mindedly, as though he had not heard, ''whar Bill Dale is at? It's mighty durned lonesome without him. ain't it? That was good ham We had for break fus', John."
 1t wasn't ham. 1t was beef."
 Tt was ham,"
 Tt was beef."
 Tt was ha-"
 Dent ye reckon" hared John More land, that l know dang cows meat when l see it? It was beefl
 They had halted in the middle of stream of pedestrians. A policeman crowded his way to them.
 "Move on!" lie growled.
 -Bnl Dale was at that moment enter ing the lobby of the Blaisdell with Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale had just told Mchaurin 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 n have accommodated you. He went broke a 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, for all his youth, had been a business mar vel
 "I'll have to try somebody here, l 1 guess. But 1 won't take it from fa- l ther-mother wouldn't permit it. any way if she knew-and there are sey- eral other reasons. Queer how fel- lows motlter would turn him down like this Usually y'know, it's fei- lows mother that sticks by him the longest. .
 II wonder where l could find old Newton Wheatley, of the Luther l Wheatley Iron company? know him, all right. He always liked me, Bobby.
 You'll find him at home" McLaurin answered. Hes out of business, and here all the time now He might take shot at coal. Why not phone him from herey'
 I'll do that Dale decided. Look up my two friends for me, Bobby, will you?"
 He was soon speaking to Newton Wheatley He was brief in stating his wishes. To the question as to why he did not go to his father for funds we'll he had his reasons, and it was rather private matter. Nheat.cy, 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 coaly' "Yes, 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.'
 ,Nhoatla acrep0 a little reluctantly.