Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-08-04

table, and pick your teeth with your
fork. You can eat with your hat on
and you may have your dessert first.
You can have an extra chair for your
feet, and you can go to sleep at the
table. Don't fail US. Pat wants 10
thank you for casting her aside at
the altar"
Dale laughed boyishly. McLaurin
went on:
There's more news. Your father
has been trying hard to find you. He
sent man to Atlanta to look for you.
He told me he'd give me house and
lot if I'd find you-and if there was d
little more of the highway robber iu
me, I'd call his hand!''
And mOther-have you seen herr
Dale muttered.
i've seen her twice since the near
wedding"
Did she have anything to say about
me? Tell me the whole truth, Bobby.
l can take it, old man. Pm big enough.
McLaurin frowned. 'Since you've
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heard her telling your father that she
would never forgive you for the ut
terly shameless, disgraceful scene you
made in church"
u see," said Dale He frightened
and went on, "As soon as can get my
two friends down to the dining room,
! Bobby, you're going with me to father.
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lot for you"
For Patricia's sake, I've a thunder
ing big notion to take you up" laughed
McLaurin. Your dad would never
miss it."
That's it-take me up for Pats
sake" said Dale. rising. You'd be
foolish if you didn't. You should be
willing to do anything, almost, for Pat.
She's a jewel, Bobby"
Half an hour later they caught q
passing car that soon carried them to
a palace of granite and stone and
cream-cOlored brick-the home of the
old coal king, John K. Dale.
At the wide front gateway young
Dale drew back.
a low voice. From what you told me.
l guess mother wouldn't want me to
come in. But you can find out about
that"
He hoped his mother would want to
see him. While she had never seemed
to care for him as other mothers care1
for their boys; while she hadn't been
| %o ho irbr hox
been
And if she vents to see me, Bobby
let me know"
McLaurin smiled a somewhat wOr
ried smile, and went up to the front
door. A moment later he was shown
in. Yet another moment, and John X
Dale, his tiorid face beaming witt
gladness, hastened out to the gateway
Young Dale was instantly touched BY
his fathers new attitude toward him
then he remembered the long night o1
David MOreland's people, and he stiff
fened a little and drew back pace.
you've come home to stay, haven
you, Carlyle?" said the older man, anC
his voice was filled with pleading
what you did is all right; we'll neve
mention it again. You'll stay, won
you, Carlyle, my boyY
I NO" answered the son, trifie cold
ly in spite of himself. i've spent al
the idle, useless years I'll ever spend
I'm getting ready to develop the Goa
in David MOreland's mountain"
"David-Moreland's I"
The retired coal magnate breathet
the three words in a husky tone. HI
put forth hand and rested it agains
one of the huge stone gatepOsts, a
though to steady himself, and some o
the color went from his face.
You say David Moreland's noun
tain, Carlyle?" jerkily.
YES"
And you-you learned about Davit
Moreland?"
Yes" Bill Dale folded his arm
and stood there looking at his fathe
with eyes that accused.
You know who killed him2" oil,
Dale muttered.
II do, and it was a shame-a blacl
: shame"
Yes, it was shame. Nobody know
! that half so well as l know it," sal,