Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1921-09-16

Charming WiIes of Her-"Look at
My New Dress"
where you want me to go, eff it's
to Torment. Now tell me how it comes
that I find my people and their inc
mics as thick as m'lasses in a jug,
while we walk on"
When Dale returned to John More
lands cabin from having seen Babe
Littleford safely to her fathers door,
he found Major Bradley and By Heck
waiting at the gate. Heck had some
important, bad news, he said.
Better not tell me about it until
after supper" replied Dale "Tm as
hungry as you ever were, By"
They went in to sit down to one Of
the best meals Addie Moreland had
ever prepared. When they had fin
ished eating, John Moreland led the
way into the best room, where they
took chairs. The major produced
cigars. BY Heck, swollen with feel
ing Of greatness, lighted the wrong
end Of his weed, faced Dale, and be-
gan to unburden his mind of its weight
Of information.
"Well, Bill, old boy" he began-and
then stopped to wonder why his cigar
wouldn't smoke as well as the majors.
"Well, Bill, old boy" he went on, final
ly. Henderson Golf, he's shore been
as busy as a one armed man in bum
blebee's nest. / CANT see, igod, what's
wrong with this here seegyar. He's
went and brung about twenty-five Tor
reys from two places knowed as Jer-
us'lem cove and Hatton's hell, to help
work his mine when he gifts it. They're
all a-puttin' up with them Balls. The
Torreys is part Injun, Cherokee In
jun, and I've heered it said at they
was as bad or wuss'n rattlesnake
broth"
Major Bradley blew little cloud Of
smoke upward. "More of the game Of
bluff, perhaps" he suggested.
.I'm inclined to think SOL thought
fully said Dale. well, we'll avoid
trouble as long as we decently can;
it, Wen call in as much of the law
as we can get, and meet it halfway
Eth, Hayes?"
Sure" nodded the mining expert.
Dale was on his way to the new
siding the following morning, when he
met Henderson Golf. Again Dale was
forcibly reminded of stories he had
heard and read of Mississippi river
steamboat gamblers of the long ago.
Golf stepped out of the trail, smiled
and spoke with apparent good humor.
Dale passed him without a word.
Then the shyster coal man called
out, "Ready to sell YETI"
The Moreland Coal company's man
ager halted and faced about with
pickering of his broWs.
"For a fair price, yes"
"Just what would you call a fair
price?"
ooh, somewhere between two and
three hundred thousand" promptly.
Golf shifted, and the corners of his
mouth came down.
'You don't want much. You won't
get it from me
II don't want it from YOU"
Dale turned and went on. He was
sorry that he had stopped to talk with
the fellow.
That afternoon he again met Golf
in the trail. The bare sight of the
shyster made him very angry now, and
his right hand fell upon the butt of
the big revolver on his hip. Golf was
about to sidestep in the laurels. when
Dale caught him roughly by the arm.
"See here" he said sharply, you've
about cut your little swath. We've
had enough Of you. lou can't get this
coal at any price, and the sooner you
get yourself out of this country the
better and safer it will be for you.
To be plain, I'm pretty apt to thrash
you the very next time see you. Now
move on p
Golf went off laughing wickedly.
"Oh, all right, Dale; go ahead and
build the little road for me ~ he said.
Late that night every sleeper in the
valley of the Doe was awakened by
great, rumbling explosion, which was
followed almost Immediately by an