St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1921-12-17

not so large, as the luck might have
1t. If the source We're lake-so Hill
ton had said-there was little use in
trying to pump the mine dry.
Mulling over these discouraging bits
of information, I was naturally led
back to the Pullman smoking-room talk
with Fullerton. I remembered, with
sharp little flick of the memory whip,
that he had given an expert opinion,
which, as it seemed, he had backed up
a year earlier with thousand dol
lars of real money-rne deposit IN Lne
Omaha bank made to cover my grand
fathers bargain binder. What he had
said was, I'm reasonably certain that
I discovered a way in which that mine
can be drained at comparatively small
expense"
Had he really discovered way?-
and with no better data than study
Of the maps? Staring down at the
black pool which Daddy and hadn't
been able to lower by so much as q
fraction Of an inch in q weeks pump
Ing, | doubted it.
was stumbling out toward the en-
CINE room with my head down ana
NV hands in my pockets when I heard
footsteps coming from the direction or
the cabin beyond the dump. Looking
out, l saw Fullerton sauntering over
toward the shaft-house. Though
knew that some sort of Wrangle with
him was inevitable I was perfectly
| willing to postpone it, so | edged In
/ TO the blacksmith shop and sat down
on the anvil, hoping he might miss me
| and go away. But there was nothing
coming to me on that bet.
II saw your lead when you left the
house." he began, after he had found
me and had busted off an empty dyna-
mite box for seat. "Don't you think
you've played it rather low down on
| met"
"How so?"
"By taking in my story of this mine
when l told it to you without giving
me a hint that you were the person
most deeply interested-since my old
gentleman was your grandfather"
1T didn't strike me that way, and 1t
doesn't YETI I shot back. i notice
you were mighty careful not to tell
me the name of your old gentleman
or rather, 1 should say, you lied about
it when | wired YOU
can ordinary business precaution,'
he chuc1led "But we needn't waste
our time pickering over what mlghl
have been-and wasn't. I have a CON
tract with your grandfather which Il
legally binding upon you as his he'll
to this particular piece Of property
always provided you can prove tha1
YOU are his heir. What I'm here t
say is that I'm ready to carry out m!
part Of the contract; to unWater thll
mine. What do you say?"
"How are you going to 90 I'll!
"That. my young friend, Is particu
larly my own affair."
I felt pretty scrappy that morning
there is no use in denying 1t.
"You're not the only pebble on tn
beach, Bullerton,' l said, looking hin
suuarely in the eye. "What you Cal
do with this mine, another mining en-
. gineer can do quite as well; and To
other man will probably be willing t
do it without asking the fenced-i
earth for his reward"
: "Humph!'' he grunted; $50 that
: your play, is it," Then, after scoW
= ing pause: you're licked before 70
= begin. You're fighting without ammt
milton, Broughton. You haven't an
money, and you'll look long time b
> fore you'll find an engineer able
!. finance his own experiment on you
: drowned proposition"
..That may be- retorted. But
! you told me the story straight thf
:, hight in the Pullman, you can't tur