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him. Trust your hill dweller to note landmarks when he goes into unknown territory - Littleford was headed straight for the hospital.
 They walked for two blocks in si- lence. Moreland had assumed the at titude of one who has had the guard ianship of an irresponsible person | thrust upon him. But soon he soft ened somewhat.
 "l shore cain't understand, Ben, he drawled, how Bill Dale ever could bear it to live here"
 "l wonder" Littleford said absent mindedly, as though he had not heard, "whar Bill Dale is at? It's mighty durned lonesome without him. aint it! That was good ham We had for break fus, John
 Tt wasn't ham. It was beef
 Tt was ham,
 Ut was beef"
 Tt was ha-"
 Don't ye reckon" tiared John More land. that l know Il dang COWS meat when see it? 1t was beef :"
 They had halted in the middle of stream of pedestrians. A policeman crowded his way to them.
 Move n." he growled.
 
 Bpl Dale was at that moment enter ing the lobby of the BlajSdell with Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale had just told McLaurin that he meant to go to Cincinnati to borrow money from his wealthy friend Harris. Then McLaurin told Dale something that saved him the journey to Cincinnati. You haven't heard about Harris, Bill? I'm sorry, because he would have accommodated you. lie went broke few days ago in the cotton smash lie was here yesterday, and left last night for Cincy.'
 Dale did not try to conceal his sur prise and disappointment. Harris, for all his youth, had been business mar vel.
 I'll have to try somebody here. guess. But l won't take 1t from fa- thcr-mother wouldn't permit it. any way If she knew-and there are sev- eral other reasons. Queer how a tel i lows mother would turn him down like this Usually, y'know, it's fel- l lows mother that sticks by him the | longest.
 'l wonder where l could find old Newton Wheatley, of the Luther Wheatley Iron company? 1 know him, all right. lie always liked me. Bobby.
 You'll find him at home,' McLaurin answered. Hes out of business, and here all the time now. He might take shot at coal. Why not phone him from here?"
 "lll do that" Dale decided. Look up my two friends for me. Bobby, will youT
 lie was soon speaking to Newton Wheatley. He was brief in stating his wishes. To the question as to why he did not go to his father for funds well, he had his reasons, and 1t was rather private matter. Wheat!ey, of 1 course, remembered the near-wedding. l The old iron man was silent for what seemed to Dale very long time. l Then his voice came over the wire with an almost ominous calm:
 "Who besides you has seen this vein, Carlyle? Anybody that knows coal?'
 "Yes, my father" Dale answered | quickly. "He went over 1t years ago. Ask him about the coal in David More lands mountain. Phone him, and then phone me. I'm waiting at the Blais- dell"
 Wheatley agreed a little reluctantly.
 Dale waited patiently for fifteen minutes. Then the clerk called him to th phone. He took up the receiver with yish eagerness.
 Wheatley began cordially: Your fa- ther tells me 1t is a good proposition, Carlyle, so I'll let you have all the money you'll need. And if you want good mining man, l know where you can lay your hands on one; also I can furnish you, at half the original cost. | all the necessary machinery and access sories. You didn't know the old Lu- ther- Wheatley company dickered in coal as we'll as iron; eh? Well, 1t did Let me see you at three o'clock this afternoon"