The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-02-08


son, there is a feud; and if the law
knew, it might take a hand-you see,
l think there is a better way to take
care Of that feud. And am Of the
opinion that the girl wouldn't like the
publicity. Suppose you forget all
about it, Bobby.
If McLaurin was disappointed. he
Kept it we'll to himself.
"They said she was handsome, a
sort of primitive Venus" he winked.
us there a romance connected, EiliI"
mot yet" smiled Dale.
but soon?"
"Who can tell?" Dale shrugged a
little. '"rell me the news"
"All right" McLaurin drew his
friend toward pair OF empty chairs.
Il married Patricia Clavering the day
before yesterday. We
"Buily! 10 on" .".!
I'VE were married in an automobile,
with her father and poor dear Harry
chasing us like wildtire in another Car.
Yesterday we went to housekeeping in
q cute little suburban bungalow, furni-
ture on the installment plan. Her
people won't even look at us. Bill
But do we care? Bill Dale, ask you.
Old dear, do seem to be worrying?
Honest, I'm so happy I'm afraid some
thing is going to happen to me. I'm
to have lift in salary soon, and we
won't be long In paying for the furni-
ture; and when that's done, wen buy
the bungalow. !:
"And I'm informing you now, old
savage" he continued. ''that you're
having dinner with us this evening.
You'll find it pleasant. We do as we
please. you see. If you like, you may
stir your coffee with. your finger, eat
with your knife, reach clean across the
table, and pick your. teeth with your
fork. You can eat with your hat Oh,
and you may have your, dessert first.
You can have an extra chair for your
feet. and you can go to sleep at the
table. Don't fail us. Pat wants to
thank you for casting her aside ut
!, the altar" .,.
Dale laughed boyishly. McLaurin
went on: -.
'"rhere's more news. Your father
has, been trying hard to find you. He
sent q man to Atlanta to look for you.
He told me he'd give me house and
lot if I'd find you-and if there was Il
little more Of the highway robber in
ME, I'd call his hand!"
'And mother-have you seen herr"
Dale muttered.
1--WE seen her twice since the near
wedding"
Ibid she have anything to say about
me? Tell me the whole truth, Bobby.
can take it, old man. I'm big enough"
McLaurin frowned. "Since you've
asked me, Bill, your mother. over
heard her telling your father that she
would never forgive you for the ut.
terly shameless, disgraceful scene you
made in church." -.
Il see," said Dale. He frightened
and went on, LAS 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
McLauriu. ''Your dad would never
miss It."
THAT'S it-take me 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 jewel, Bobby"
Half an hour later they caught 4
passing Car that soon carried them TO-
a palace of granite and stone and
cream-colored brick--the home Of the,
old coal king, John X. Dale.
At the wide front gateway young
Dale drew back. .'>.t-4,
Bring father out here" he said in
a 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
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;, fMcLaurin smiled a somewhat wor-i
;. riedt: smile, and went ZIP to the front
deor., A moment later he was shown
in.i Yet another moment. nd John Il.
Dale. his tiorid face beaming with
! gladness, fastened 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 a little and drew back q 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 it again. Youth stay, won't
YOU, Carlyle, my boy?'
NO." answered the son, a trihe cold.
ly in spite Of himself. ave spent all !
the idle, useless years I'll ever SPEND.
I'm getting ready to develop the coal
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