Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-07-26

see Bill Dale. For three hours he was
lionized, but he didn't enjoy 1t; the
water had left many pains in his
chest, and his head ached duly, and
his hands still felt as though the bones
were shattered in them.
Came a thundershower that after
noon, and the mountain evening fell
with chill. A fire was made in the
wide stone fireplace In the guests
room, and when supper was over the
family gathered there with Dale, who
refused to be kept in bed.
After a few minutes Of silently
watching grotesque shadows fit across
the log walls, Dale said to John More
land:
IF your brother David could know
don't you think he'd want you to get
the value out of the coal?"
John Moreland bent forward to rest
his chin in his hands. Els sober grey
eyes stared thoughtfully toward the
fire.
II ain't never looked at it that.
away" he said.
That's the right way to look at it. II
declared Dale. But you shouldn't
sell the property as it is."
The mountaineer turned an inqIlr-
ing face toward his guest.
"How in thunder could handle It
eff / dldn't?"
why nse let me develop it for
you?" Dale said earnestly, eagerly. 81
won't charge you anything above ex-
penses, and I won't be eXtravagant."
"1t'd take considerable money to start
things a-movin'. Have you got lt7
asked Moreland.
mo, but l can get 1t. Almost any
body would be willing to lend money
on so good thing as this. y'know.'
For little while Moreland sat there
and looked sQuarely at Dale, who re
turned his gaze without a sign Of
f1incting. The hillman was trying to
find q motive.
How comes it at you, who aIn't
knowed US but two days." he de-
manded, "can be so much interested
In us?"
The question demanded y Straight
forward ans Ter. Dale realized that
there was but one way In Which he
could give q satisfactory explanation,
and that that WAS By telling the truth
but not the whole truth. as lie
surmised it. for then his efforts would
go for naught.
Morcand was speaking again, and
his eyes were brighter now.
81 agree at David would want us
to develop the coal. eff he could know.
It's like light a-breakin' to me. But
that coal Is sacred to us, Bill Dale.
and afore ye 60 any fu'ther I'll hat
to ak We to tell Inc all about yeSelf
A city man up here In the Wilderness
it don't look s'pcious. Bill, mehhe.
but-well. hopes ye can pardon me
fo akin 1t. shore got to be keer.
full about Brother David'S coal. Addie
and the boysll 60 out and leave jest
US two In here; and when ye're a-talk-
in TO ME It's the same as talkln' to q
tombstone so fer rs tcllin' is con-
sarned. Addle, honey; Luke, you and
Gale"
Mrs Moreland and her sons arose
and left the room, closing the door be-
hind them. Bill Dale paced the floor.
arms folded, brows drawn. Finally he
talted before the Moreland chief.
There's nothing I'm ashamed of, !
il guess" he said. II don't like to tell II
simply because don't like to tell It.
But-I'll do It,"
He sat down In his sheenskin-llned
rocker, lay back and closed his eyes
as though to visualize the story, to
live it over.
Maybe It's not very much in my
favor, John Moreland," he began. )
never could get along with my parents,
or with the set was born into. Some,
how, / was different. Father and
mother wanted me to be n dandy; they
even wanted me to let servant dress
me. The climax came when they tried
To marry me TO young woman VINO
didn't want me any more than want
Ell her"
He opened his eyes looked straight
at Moreland, and went on:
"You see, they wanted to marry us
In order to unite old Clavering's for
tune and my dads; Patricia, like me-
was an only child. 1t had been all cut
and dried for US, for years. They put II
up TO me like this: they said owed 1t to
them, that it was my duty; that had
ALWAYS been severe trial to them
that my savagery had put gray into
MY mothers hair, and a lot Of things
of that kind. I fell for 1t at last; 1t
was sort Of matter of self-deielse
With Patricia, 1t was case of-well.
q case Of simple obedience. Pat IS q
good girl. :"
A minute Of silence; then:
| OIL hurry along with 1t, John More
land, had one fine friend back there
It was Robert McLanrin, reporter
or the clty's leading newspaper. My
narents didn't take to him because ne
was Il worker, and not fop. Mother