The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-07-21


table. Don't fall US. Pat wants to
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.
lie told me he'd give me a house and
lot IL Ia hnd you-and IL there was q
little more Of the highway robber In
me, I'D call his hand!"
"And mother-have you seen ber7"
Dale muttered.
I've seen her twice since the near.
wedding"
Did she have anything to say about
me! Iell me the whole truth, Bobby.
can take 1t, old man. I'm big enough"
McLaurin, frowned. "Since you've
asked me, Bill, your mother-I over
heard her telling your father that she
would never forgive you for the ut
terly shameless, disgraceful scene you
made In church."
Il sce," 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.
were going to claim that house and
lot for you"
For Patricia's sake, I've n thunder-
ing big notion to take you up" laughed
NicLaurin. Your dad would never
miss it,"
That's it-take me up for Pats
sake" said Dale, rising. you'd be
'oliSh IL you didn't. You should be
willing to do anything, almost, for Pat.
She's a jewel, Bobby"
Half an hour later they caught n
Enssing car that soon carried them to
palace of granite and stone and
Ccam- -colored brick-the home of the
ca coal king, John X. Dale,
At the wide front gateway young
lie drew back.
Bring father out here" he said in
low voice. From what you told me,
guess mother wouldn't want me to
G me in. But you can find out about
that"
lie hoped his mother would want to
see him. While she had never seemed
to care for him as other mothers cared
Tor their boys; while she hadn't been
quite so dear TO him as she might have
been
And If she vents to see me, Bobby,
let me know"
McLaurin smiled somewhat wor-
RED smile, and went up to the front
o'or. ~ moment later he was shown
In, Yet another moment, and John X.
Dale, his tiorid face beaminc with
gladnesS, FASTENED out to the gateway.
Young Dale was instantly touched by
his fathers new attitude toward him:
then he remembered the hong night OF
David Moreland'S people, and he stiff
fened little and drew back a pace.
you've come home to stay, haven't
you, Carlyle?" said the older man, and
his voice was filled with pleading.
what you did is all right; We'll never
mention it again. You'll stay, won't
you, Carlyle, my boy?"
NO." answered the son, a trIfie cold
iy In spite of himself. 1--WE spent all
the idle useless years I'll ever spend.
I'm getting ready to develop the coal
In David Moreland's mountain"
: "l'avid-Moreland's
3 The retired coal magnate breathed
the three words in q husky tone. He
put forth q hand and rested 1t against
one of the huge stone gateposts. as
though to steady himself, and some of
the color went from his face.
You say David Morelands noun
tain, Carlyle" Jerkily.
"Ycs."
And you-you learned about David
MOrcIand?"
YES" BIZ Dale folded his arms
and stood there looking Mt his father
with eyes that accused.
"iIu know who Killed him?" Old
Dale muttcred.
81 do, and 1t was a shame-a black
shame"
'l eS, 1t was shame. Nobody knows
that haE so well as | know it," said
John K. Dale. His mouth uuivered d.
he looked downward, looked up again.
son. you can never say or think worse
things about me than | have said and
Thought about .myself-because OF
Dale the younger glanced toward
the house. Robert McLaurin was COM
Ing slowly down the veranda steps.
Mrs. Dale was nowhere In sight She
didn't want to see her son; she didn't
even want him In the house. Bill Dale
read II all In his friends downcast
cOuntenance, and 1T was somehow q
great disappointment.
you'll need money if you're going
to develop that coal property" Dale
hor
any money, and those mountain folk
haven't any. I'll give you all that's
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