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

III there's anything IndI can uO,
at any time, you won't hesitate to let
me know?n' said the major.
"You may consider yourself attorney
and legal adviser for the Moreland
Coal company, Of which l have the
honor to be general manager" smiled
Dale, .'if you will"
Major Bradley's voice came happily,
"My dear boy, am glad to accept
And there shall be no charge for any
service that | may render"
They were not tong In reaching the
green valley. which lay very beauti-
full and very peaceful In the warm
light Of the early July sun, The soft
murmuring of the crystal river and
the low, slow tinkling Of the cOwbells
made music that was sweet and pleas
ing.
Suddenly John Moreland stopped,
uttered swearword under his breath,
turned and went back to Dale.
''The's a man a-waitin' on US ahead
thar, Bill" he drawled, "at ye shore
want to watch like a hawk to keep
| him from a-stealin' the eyeteeth out
o yore head. His name is Hender-
| son Golf, and he wants COAL"
They wen: on. Soon they met a
| man who, in clothing and manner,
made Dale think of stories he had
heard and read of Mississippi river
steamboat gamblers of the long ago.
| His eyes were black, and as keen as
a pair of spear-points; his mustaches,
| too, were black, and they had sharp,
upturned ends like those Of Mephis-
10. The major had said that he was
q smooth article; he certainly looked
It
He met John Moreland with an oily
smile and thrust out his hand But
Moreland wouldn't see the hand.
Anything we've got TO say about
COAL" he growled, we can say to Bill
Dale thar" pointing with calloused
thumb. Bill he's the high light O
| the whole business; and when he
| opens his mouth, We can cock yOre
head to one side and listen TO- gaws-
pei"
Golf was delighted to meet Mr.. Dale,
| Of whom he had already heard. Dale
| had nothing whatever to say. They
| walked on toward the cabin of the
! Moreland chief, with Golf keeping up
running fire of talk concerning the
scenery, the climate-anyth1ng but
coal.
At John MOreland's gate, Golf
nud1ed Dale with an elbow and whis-
pered:
"Meet me at one o'clock down there
where the big sycamore lies across
the river. I've got something to tell
you that will interest YOU"
He didn't wait for reply, but
turned away with BY Heck. He went
| to the home of the Hecks ostensibly
to have his fortune told-really, to
get his dinner. The old woman didn't
like him, but her Unborn spirit of hos
pitality wouldn't permit her to refuse
him a meal. She felt that she was
| almost even with him when, after
shutting and reading the cards, she
told him that it would be wise for
him to look out for big, tall, grey.
eyed young man with an oak tree In
one hand and couple of cliffs in the
other.
o .
Dale told Major Bradley and John
| Moreland of that which Golf had said
to him at the gate. The major sug-
gested forthwith that he go to meet
the man; it couldn't possibly do any
harm, and there was chance that he
would learn something Of Goffs In
| tentions.
| So Dale went.
Golf was already there, waiting. He
was sitting on a stone on the More
| land side of the river, whiting idly.
When he saw Dale approaching, he
smiled and nodded, rose and pocketed
| his knife.