Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-09-02

saved him the journey to Cincinnati.
You haven't heard about Harris.
Bill? I'm sorry, because he would
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
guess. But | won't take it from ia
ther-mother wouldn't permit it, any
way, ii she knew-and there are sew
eral other reasons. Queer how fell
lows mother would turn him down
like this! Usually, y'knOw, it's fell
lows mother that sticks by him the
longest. .
Il wonder where l could find old
Newton Wheatley, of the Luther
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
a shot at coal. Why not phone him
from hereY'
''l'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. Wheatley, 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 coal!"
"ves. 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. Pm waiting at the Blais-
DELI
Wheatley agreed little reluctantly.
Dale waited patiently for fifteen
minutes. Then the clerk called him
to the phone. He took up the receiver
with boyish eagerness.
Wheatley began cordially: "Your IA
Their tells me it is good proposition,
Carlyle, so I'll let you have all the
money you'll need. And if you want a
4 xrh
can lay your hands on one: also | can
furnish you, at half the original cost,
all the necessary machinery and aces
series. You didn't know the old Luz
iher-Wheatley company dickered in
coal as well as iron Ell? Well, it did.
Let me see you at three o'clock this
afternoon"
Dale was jubilant. Here was rare
stroke Of good fortune. He went to
McLaurin-WhO had not yet found
John MOreland and Ben LittlefOrd-
and told him about it. McLaurin was
almost as happy as Dale over it. A
bellboy appeared like jack-in-the-box
in the center OF the floor. 'Mistoh
Cahlyle Dale! Mistoh Cahlyle Dale J"
Dale wheeled. We'll"
WANTED immejitiy at DOctoh Brae-
meh's hospittle, subj"
Dale shook hands with McLaurin
and hurried toward the street.
A few minutes later Doctor Braemer
met him in the reception room.
"What's wrong, doctor?"
The surgeon beckoned. Come with
me-"
He turned and led the way through
q long corridor and to sunny white
room where Babe Littleford lay with
a bandage about her temples. Ben Lit
tleford was on his knees at his
daughters bedside; he was slowly
wringing his big, rough hands and beg
ging p1teously to be forgiven.
Babe stared at him trif1e coldly.
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