Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 20, 1914, Page 6

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The frames we are right in7quality, and workmanship, and will beautify as weli your pict- is as important to a picture as a becoming gown to a woman. e B BEGOEE “CONSULT US” figures on wiring your house. season. T. L. CARDWELL, BEHBHEHDHIBEPEBPEPDPRR P M@S**M%“‘W‘v" PEBP b PP Pbidd PHONE 257, PINE ST. G BPPEHDEEPPPEPHSD OIS We Look out for the Let us put gutter around your house and protect it from decay. Electric and Sheet Metal Contracts Rear V/ilson Hdwe Co. Will Sacrifice For Cash Ten acres truck land, one lot near school house; also 1 new six room house one acre of land. MANN PLUMBING CO. make EVENING TRLEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA.,, MAY 20, 1914, [ OOOXXXXNXXIXXIXXIOVOVOOOOO ] 1Rl[iHT AT THE SWITCH oo oo !’M&*‘ZMW%%% BTGB BB 35 T oo DB g B 3 *® = | black lashes. | wasn’t any | and the St. | pride placed the little blonde operator | in a place of honor at the switch. e O By JUNE GABIAN. Sue Daniels had been switchboard operator at the St. Hubert for two years when Winthrop Tate registered as a transient guest. Sue always kept personal tab on all ne veomers, and when she looked Win- throp over appraisingly the first time he stood at her desk and asked for a number. The general summing up was not so bad. He was a young, rather bald easterner, with eyeglasses, and a way of staring inquiringly at you before speaking, but his eyes were brown and pleasant, and his chin was well rounded, with a deep cleft in it. Also, his voice was deep and well modu- lated, and she approved of his taste In neckties. The fashion in neckties around Buffalo Wallow was not espe- cially artistic, although it showed di- versified tastes and much individu- ality. But Sue had not always lived in | the little straggling town that sort of dripped over the edge of the big mountain, and clung to its sides pre- cariously, She had been sent down by the telegraph compauy when it threw a line through from Tuscaloosa, and had worked down at the station first, but when the boom hit the town, Hubert was bpilt, civie It was understood locally that Mr. Tate was the eastern representative " of the particular branch that connect- ed Tuscaloosa and Buffalo Wallow with the outer world. Also, that the sald company was listening favorably to Buffalo Wallow's wail that its name be changed to something in keeping with its new financial importance. But Sue knew otherwise. She knew that Mr. Tate was in daily telephonic communication with Saunders of the Bucking Bronch mines, and it troubled her. Two years in Buffalo Wallow had left her with a very fair estimate of everybody's private and public character. Mr. Saunders’ would not bear close inspection. He had a rec- ord behind him that gave him the full credit of being the cleverest mine salt- er of any male in western Montana. The only trouble was that he got away with it. He salted so thoroughly and so ingenfously, that only the native understanding could realize that the result was purely artificial. Bucky Saunders’ victims always believed that he meant well, and was sore deceived even as were they, by Mother Nature's caprices, “Do you know anything about this Mr. Saunders, Miss Danlels?” asked Winthrop, casually, one day, after a long-distance chat with Bucky. “I've known him for two years,” Sue replied. “He's a tartar. Nobody ever connects with him except eastern folks. Don’t get in too deep, Mr. Tate.” “Oh, I'm not getting in at all, thanks,” smiled back Winthrop. “Only he interests me. Seems wide awake. What's his specialty?” “He gets people who don't know any better to put cold cash into mines that are only skin deep, and then ducks.” “But he Broncho.” “He does now. It used to be his partner's, too. Half of it ought to belong to Al Baldwin. That's his part- ner's son.” Sue clicked a switch sharply. ‘“Some people say that Mr. Saunders took special pains to push Mr, Baldwin over the edge of the can- yon, but maybe not. He was dead, anyway, when they found him.” “Successful people always make enemies,” remarked Mr. Tate, pleas- antly. “He seems rather a nice sort of fellow to me.” “Oh, he's nice,” she laughed, “only don't let him sell you any mines un- less you like the salt of the earth, that's all. The Bucking Broncho used to be a good mine, I guess, but it's all worked out. Bucky’s sold it about elght times so far, and got it back cheap each time. Don't let him hurt you, Mr. Tate.” “I'm not here after mines,” said Tate. “My business i8 rallroads.” “Well, Bucky deals with them, too,” Sue told him, cheerfully. “He's very versatile. We're trylng to name the town Lewiston, because Lewis and Clark camped here once, I guess, and Bucky disapproves. He wants to found & new town over on his side of the range, and get the rallroad to take an Interest in the Bucking Broncho.” “You're right at the switch, area’t you, little girl?” smiled Tate. Sue flushed slightly, but stood her ground. “l like the town here,” she con- fessed, “and I hate to see a fellow like Bucky Saunders take its hide. He’d talk to the Angel Gabriel till he bought & brass horn for the golden trumpet. Then agaln, Al Baldwin's going to the dogs as fast as he can owns the Bucking | on account of it all.” ipterest there?” mildly, leaning over the top of the desk. Sue's honest blue eyes promptly hid behind long She had liked Al once upon a time, she confessed, but there chance now, because he was drinking himself to death. It was the next day that Tate left word at the desk for Bucky Saunders up at 4 sharp. Sue was m that when he asked over g for Tate. And Sue noticed Tate went le dow n to n express. | “Any personal asked Winthorp, to tell the wir that the d pr—— | salt the Bucking | of cartridges. | flushed and — Also, that he brought pack with him two other men, and they all went into special session In the quietest corner of the smoking-room. past 1 o'clock Al Baldwin came in alone. He was clear-eyed, and quiet, Sue noticed, and her heart beat faster as she bent over the sWw itchboard to avoid his most disturbing glances. old darling,”’ be began. “Sue, you ‘It's so good to sec you. Look up at me, dear. I'm all right, honest I And l've got good news, too. am. i We've got the goods on Ducky. “rel]l it,” said Sue, tersely. “He's been laying for Tate, of the railroad, salting every foot of the oid claims, shooting it in like gravel, Sue. I've been waiting for him for weeks, | trying to get a line on him. I've been { camping out up there, hiding around the hills, watching for him, and now, look here.” ) He drew out a brown folder from his pocket, and opened it. Sue took the snapshots out wonderingly, and stared at them. They were very good ones, four by flves, and they showed | excellent poses of Mr. Saunders in- | dustriously engaged in preparing to jroncho. There was Mr. Saunders sitting comfortably out- loading { gide his snug little shack fresh cartridges into his gun. Also, start- there was one of Mr. Saunders ing down the mai \ft of the Buck: | ing Broncho all by himselt with his gun held handily in readiness There was one of Mr. Saunders smuting’ along an outcropping vein on a ledse of rock, helping it along by sundry little scatterings of gold where fit would do the most good. “And look here, Sue,” whispered the boy eagerly, dipping Into his pocket, “I've got two of his own speécial brand See here. He takes out the lead, and fills in gold. lsn‘t that great? And they can't say 1 did it for a bluff, because they fit his gun. He's got some new chap on the string from the East, and Is going to sell ! the old Broncho again, and I want to buy it myself this time.” | “You want to, Al?" Sue's face was eager. “What do you want the old thing for?” “Because it's good, understand? Dad always said it was, and he told me Bucky never struck the right place to sink a shaft, He knew himself, but he didn’t trust Bucky, see, dear? But he told me, and I've found it. I haven't been hiding up there for nothing the last two months. [ know where the real stuff is, and T want to get a grip on the whole thing. Let Bucky think he's selling a salted mine if he likes. I've got the goods on him with these, and he can't back down.” | “Wait a minute,” said Sue. The table in the smoking-rcom was de- serted. Mr. Tate's party had ad- | journed to his own room upstairs in private session. It was just 4, and Bucky was due to ring up any m!n- ute. “You get in that booth, Al, and‘ when Bucky calls, I'll let you talk ! to him, and turn Mr. Tate’s wire open too. Tell everything you know, AL” Al smiled. He was a big, handsome youngster, and he owed Bucky both his father's debt and his own. It was pay-day for both scores when he stepped Into the booth, and heard Saunders’ voice at the end of the wire. | Tate's | 3 And Sue calmly called Mr. room and let him in on the conver- sation. By the time Bucky had fin- ished giving his personal opinion of his late partner's son, and had decided to leave town, Tate was ready to see <« Al Baldwin, and talk business. And while Al went up to the con- | ference, Sue waited. She knew what would happen. With those snapshots, and his own testimony, Al could hold | the law over Saunders to the limit, | and if Tate would back up the new discovery up at the mine, it would mean—=Sue covered her face with both hands, and laughed softly, thinking all that it would mean. It was after 6 when they all came downstairs, The two men from the Bast stayed down at the cigar counter, but Tate and Al strolled over to her desk. Tate's eyes had a twinkle in them. “I'm going to take over an interest in the Bucking Broncho in spite of what you told me, Miss Danieis,” he sald. “T understand Mr. Saunders has stepped out, and Mr. Baldwin has the controlling interest. The right man | seems bound to win." Al bent over the girlish figure at the desk. “It all depends on who {8 at the switch, Mr. Tate,” he sald. “She won’t be here long now.” | And for once Sue had nothing at all to say. 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