Cheyenne Wells record., 1921-11-03

, feet. and YOU can 60 to sleep at the
table. Don't fall US. fat VANS
thank you for casting her as'ue
the altar"
Dale laughed boyishly. McLaurin
went on: .,
.rhere's more news. Your father
has been trying hard to hnd you. nc
sent a man to Atlanta to look Tor you.
He told Inc he'd give Inc mouse anu
lot if ia find yOu-and II there was
little more Of the highway robber 10
me, I'd call his hand!'
And mother-have you seen her'
Dale muttered.
awe seen her twice since the near
wedding"
"Did she have anything to say about
me? Tell me the whole TRUTH boooy.
| can take it, old man. I'm big enough.
| Mcl.aurin frOwned. "Since you've
asked me, Bill, your mOther-l over
heard her telling your father that sne
would never forgive you for the Ut
teriy shameless, disgraceful scene you
made In church.
II see," 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.
We're going to claim that house and
lot for you"
| "For Patricia's sake, I've thunder
ing big notion to take you up" laughed
McLaurin. "Your dad would never
miss it."
"rhat's it-take Inc up for Pats
sake" said Dale. rising. YOU'D be
foolish 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
passing car that soon carried them to
a palace Of granite and stone and
m-colored brick-the home Of the
old coal king, John X. Dale.
At the wide front gateway young
Dale drew back.
bring father out here" he said In
low voice. From what you told me.
l guess mother wouldn't want me to
come 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
for their boys; while she hadn't been
quite so dear to him as she might have
been
"And II she vents to See me. Bobby.
let me know"
| McLaurin smiled somewhat wor-
ried smile. and went up to the front
| door monopf lofor ho uyoo shaun
in. Yet another moment, and John X.
Dale, his tiorid face beaming with
giadness, hastened out to the gateway.
Young Dale was instantly touched by
his fathers new attitude toward him
then he remembered the long night of
David Moreland's people. and he stiff
fened little and drew back u 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; Wen never
mention 1t again. You'll stay, won't
you, Carlyle. my boy!"
NO" answered the son. a trifie cold
ly in spite Of himself. "I've spent all
the idle, useless years I'll ever spend.
I'm getting ready to develop the coal
in David Morelands mountain"
"David-MOreland's
The retired coal magnate breathed
the three words in husky tone. He
put forth 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 Moreland's noun
tain, Carlyie?" jerkily.
yes"
And you-you learned aDout David
MorelandY"
ayes" Bill Dale folded his arms
and stood there looking at his father
with eyes that accused.
You know who killed him?" old
Dale muttered.
II do, and it WIS a shame-a black
shame"
"Yes, 1t was a shame. Nobody knows
that half so well as l know it." said
John h. Dale. His mouth uulyered.
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
that"
Dale the younger glanced toward
the house. Robert McLaurin was COM
ing slowly down the veranda steps.
Mrs. Dale was nowhere in sight. She
didnt want to see her son; she didn't
even want him in the house. Bill Dale
read 1t all In his friends downcast
countenance. and it was somehow n
great disappointment.
You'll need money If you're going
to develop that coal property." Dale
the elder was saying. "You haven't
any money, and those mountain folk
haven't any. I'll give you all that,
needed. Ill send you mining machin.
cry. and expert mining men; I'll"