The Adair County news., 1921-02-09

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I'd better take II at the price. sup
pose Bryce will log it some day."
"Then wish Bryce wasn't such
boy, John. See. here. now, neighbor.
I'll 'fess up. took that money Pen
nington gave me for my Squaw creek
timber and put it back into redwood
in Township nine, slam-bang up
against your. holdings there. John,
I'd build a mill on tidewater If you'd
sell me a site, and I'd log my timber
#"
'FlI sell you miII7site, Bill, and 1
won't stab you to the heart, either.
Consider that settled"
That's bully. John; but still, you
only dispose of part of my troubles.
There's twelve miles of logging-road
10 build to get my logs to the mill. and
] haven't enough ready money to make
the grade. Better throw in with me,
John, and we'll build the road and
operate it for our joint interest"
III not throw in with you, Bill, at
my time Of life. don't want to have
the worry of building, maintaining,
and operating twelve miles Of private
railroad. But I'll loan you-the
money you need to build and equip
the road. In return you are to
shoulder all the grief and worry of
the road and give me ten-year con-
tract at dollar and half per thous-
and feet, to haul my logs down to
tidewater with your own. My mini
mum haul will be twenty-five million
feet annually, and my maximum fifty
million"
"SoIdI" cried Henderson. And it
was even so.
Bryce came out of his reverie. "And
nOw?" he queried of his father.
Il mOrtgaged the San Hedrin tim
her in the south to buy the timber In
the north, my son; then after 1 COM
E'cnred logging in my new holdings
came several long, lean years Of famine,
the market dragged in the doldrums,
aad Bill Henderson died, and his boys
got discouraged, and -"
A sudden flash of inspiration illumi-
mated Bryce Cardigan's brain. sand
they sold out to Colonel Pennington"
he cried.
Exactly. The Colonel took over
my contract with Henderson's COM
pany, along with the other assets, and
1t was incumbent upon him, as as
sgnee. to fulfill the contract. For the
past two years the market for redwood
has been most gratifying, and If /
could only have gotten a maximum
supply of logs over PenningtOn's road
I'd have worked out Of the hole,
but"
"He manages to hold you to a mini
mum annual haul of twenty-five million
feet, eh?"
John Cardigan nodded. HE claims
he's short Of rolling wrecks
and fires have embarrassed the road.
He can always find excuses for failing
% spot in logging trucks for Cardigan's
logs"
"what does Colonel Pennington
want, pard?"
HE wants." said John Cardigan
SLOWLY, lily Ndllcg VI luO UldulS anu
right of way through my land from
the valley to a log-dump on deep
gater."
Sand you refused HIM"
Naturally. You know my ideas on
hat big timber" His old head sank
Ow on his breast. Folks call them
cardigan's redwoods now" he MUIR
nured. "Cardigan's redwoods-and
Pennington would cut themI Oh,
Bryce, the man hasn't a soul ]"
But | fail to see what the loss of
cardigan's redwoods has to do with
he impending ruin of the Cardigan
Redwood Lumber company" his son
eminded him. "We have all the tim
Ter we want"
"My ten-year contract has but one
more year to run, and recently l tried
% get Pennington to renew it. He
vas very nice and sociable. but-he