Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1922-06-22

this here Moreland vein. too. What
do l cit outen 1t, mlster?'
The mountaneer seemed more hon
est than ever. but Dale was still on
his guard. He asked again
whats your name, and where are
you FROM
This time the answer came readily:
my name it's Walt Turner, and I'm
from Turner'S Laurel, Madison county,
state o Nawth Caliner. But my find
il amt nowhars clost to home. 'Tain't
no more'n about two hours o walkln
from right here, mister. IF you'd jest
up and 90 along wi me, I'd show it to
We"
Dale considered. There might be
considerable vein of this new coal
Even If he was sent to the state peni-
tertiary for term Of years. Hayes
was entirely capable of carrying on the
mining operations.
I'D like to take my mining man.
Hayes"
"Now quickly objected Walt Tur
ner. 81 don't want nobody else to
know whar it's at but jest YOU and
me. That away, We see, ef I'm treated
crooked I'll know edzactly who done it
and I'll shore git YOU! But heerd
tell a: you was pow'ful square, mis-
ter"
Gould get back here before night
fan?'
Turner's eyes lighted. "Shorel !"
"Then lead the way" ordered Dale
Walt Turner from Turner's Laurel,
Madison county, state of North Caro-.
lima, crossed the little creek on stones
and went straight to the northeast,
missing the Ball settlement by good
mile, and hard on his heels followed
the Morcand Coal company's stalwart
general manager
The way was exceedingly rough.
The two men climbed rugged cliffs,
threaded dense thickets Of great laurel
mountain laurel, sheep laurel, and
huckleberry bushes. They were one
hour In a stretch Of woods where the
hemlocks. poplars and hickorics stood
so thicSly that the intcrlacing branches
overhead shut out completely the light
OF the sun ard half the light Of day.
Fearing a panther or wildcat. Dale
Kept his revolver looscned and ready In
its holster. Walt Turner armed him.
self with a long staff-f0r snakes, he
said; and then he proved It by killing
a RATHER that had eight ratllcs to its
tail.
But they Travelled rapidly. notwlth-
standing the fact that the going was
difficult; and two hours after the be
ginning of the little journey Dale saw
before him a small and almost circular,
levcl-bottomed basin walled in by low
cliffs. \ small creek ran through Ciis
basin and made two easy ways OF ea-
trance. In the hollow they saw clump.
Of laurel and hucklcberry bushes. aud
wild grasses knee-hlgh; toward the
center stood solitary big and gnarlcd
black walnut tree.
They entered at the point at which
the creek ran in, and went to the wal
nut tree. There Turner halted ana
faced Bill Dale with peculiar CLINT
in his eyes. Dale was looking at the
rugged walls of stone and at the
thick green forest that rose above
them; he was marveling, as only
true lover of beauty can marvel. at
the wonderful grandeur OF il all.
Walt Turner, Of Turner's Laurel,
opened his slit Of mouth and spake.
Here's the kitty!"
Dale was brought out Of his en-
loyment most rudely. From behind
clumps Of laurel and huckleberry
bushes. from the tall grasses, from
everywhere-it seemed from nowhere
there sprang dozens of Balls and
Iorreys with rines in their hands
Bill Dale had walked. as gently as q
kitten, straight into trap.
His right hand moved toward the
butt Of his revolver. then dropped