Kindred of the Dust

e Laird's fortune. Even their knowledge was approximate, however, for The Laird disliked to delude himself, and ca

e was of Scottish ancestry and had inherited a love for his baubees, but because he was d

daughters as he had his son. The girls' upbringing had been left entirely in their mother's hands. Not so with young Don

face of his son, there had been born in him a mighty resolve that, come what might, he would not have it said of him that he had made a fool of his boy. And throughout the glad years of his fatherhood

w The Laird felt that, like a thoroughbred horse, his son faced the barrier. Would he make the run, or would he, in the parlance of the sportin

e is, nothing can harm him. On the other hand, if I'm mistaken, I want to know it in time, for my money and my Port Agnew Lumber Company is a trust, and if he can't handle it

h is to state that he had been a lumberjack. He knew men and the passions that beset them-particularly when they are young and lusty-and he was far from being a prude. He expected his son t

if you must, but if you love your old father, be a gentleman

ingly. "Well, I'll do my best, father-only, if I stub my toe, you mus

ed his son a check for twe

hould not require more than a hundred thousand dollars to educate a son of mine,

an accounti

d shook

my son. I'll read the accounting in you

id young

eton leave their record to posterity, Hector McKaye read his son's name, for, of course, he was there for commencement. Then they spent a week tog

is broadest. "Y'eve nae had a bit holiday in all yer life. Wha' spier ye, Hector McK

me, son?" The Lair

hall come with me. Th

? I'm liable to prove an ex

ng with both of us if we can't get by

wit of the Irish, no humor on earth is so unctuous as that of the Scotch-comm

and an accoun

shook h

father, I'll read the accounting in you

n up to something. Tell it me, man,

ail-feather. My college education, therefore, cost me ten thousand dollars, and I managed to squeeze a roadster automobile into that, also. With the remaining ninety thousand, I

d almost shouted. "I'll trust no c

It cruised eighty thousand feet to the acre, and I paid two dollars and a half per thousand for it. Of course, we didn't succeed in cruising half

been doing men

inety thousand, principal and interest, on account. Why, you didn't have

t, after getting ninety thousand dollars out of me at the end of three years, you'd have to com

on. It was a good de

sold it-at a profit of an eve

into your confidence? That cedar is worth three

for help on my first deal, even though I knew you'd come to my rescue and ask no questions. You've always told me to beware of aski

ess. You should have taken it. Ah, lad, if you only kn

of not knowing how I wa

aird

, my son, and I'm not a

eye. Take another look, Hector McKaye." And Donald t

your eye but de

that will not see. If you s

rang at his son, grasped him by the sho

t red cedar?" he dem

eart tae stick my faither sae deep for a bit skulin'. A'm a prood man, Hector

his fine son to his heart. "What a grand joke to play on you

hadn't reared a jackass instead of a man, so you gave me a hundred thousand dollars and stood by to see what I'd do with it-didn't you, old Scotty?" Hector

nal now. I dislike to appear inquisitive, but might I as

blew it all in on good, conservative United States bonds, registered them

ll all come back to you some day, s

e that I'm not a

l gleamed in The La

gladly throw it and take up my life where I began it-with pike-pole and peavy, double-bitted ax, and cross-cut s

minutes later to book two passages to Europe, The Laird of Tyee suddenly remembered that th

Son, set angels to guard him and lead him in the path

long telegram of instructions

hing I ever put into it has stuck. We are going to frolic rou