Evening star., 1913-10-19
BY HAPSBURG LIEBE

of 'em cooked and waitin for him to do sonethin'
that would mark him
And he walked up the creek he come to
dead level spot about hundred feet acrost each way.
1t the only level place that he that mornin
and, in fact, it the only plumb fiat ground of
its size for many miles around. He noticed that it
sort o wore like, the if it had been used
good deal; but he didn't think notin strange o that
Fright here he says to hisself, takin out loud.
dis whar my meetn house is goin' to set at.
TIL be burned if it isl says somewhar in the neg gh-
borhood o twenty voices, them comm from both
mountainsides, and bein divided about equal
atween the Raineses and the Barlows.
Falway he straightens, and begins to look in all
directions for the o the voices; but he don't
nobody for all o his eye sarchin'. "Come down,
Brothers" he says fin'ly, his sad mouth tryn its
best to smile "Come down, Brothers, and be friendly
with me-"
well, what do you want with us, nohow?"
the cracked voice of person of some age.
a want to be friendly with you," answers Falway,
turnin' his eyes towards clump laurels that hid
the who had jest spoke to him.
"If you're revenuer,' says the cracked voice,
II tell you that this shore hain't no place
for you and you'd better slide"
Il hain't revenue man, says Falway. "I want
to be friendly. I've always heerd that visitor in
the mountains showed all the hospitality in the
world, and I've always believed it the truth"
That got 'ern, both the Raineses and the Barlows.
They begun to creep out O the laurels and
thar was dozen or sech matter of each set in
plain view. Falway he noticed that each side led
by a very old, white headed man. Then the chief O
the Raineses, Old Grandpap Sam Raines, pushed
back his slouch hat leaned his long rifle in the fork
of saplin, and went UP to Falway, putin out
his hand friendly like.
@Ive come here to preach the gospel says Falway
shakin' Old Grandpap Sam Raines's hand hearty. Il
homght this here location would be nice for the
neetin house." As he finishes he looks towards the
3arlows, who standin jest beyant the creek and
vatchin'.
"Yes," agrees Old Grandpap Raines, takin off his
lat and rakin his knotty fingers through his white
lar, eyes, l reckon it would. But this here spot.
Preacher is done took up. This here spot is middle
ways atween the Raineses and the Barows; and then
is got water clost by for washin bloody You
zee, this here ground for fghtin' place"
"A ightin' place!' exclaims Falway wonderin'
"Shore- fghtin' place, says Old Grandpap Ranes,
sober as any jedge. "For instance Preacher when
/ Raines or Barlow feels like havin little round
With the inemy-why, he jest steps down here, pulls
If, his coat and yes out the name O the man he wants
20 thrash. The whose is called always
,omes if he's in hearin distance, if he's whar word
an be passed to him.
lidnt carry the meanin' it ought o carried. Old
2aines thought Falway didn't believe him.
"Step to side minute, Preacher" says Old
randpap sort snappish like and keep yore eyes open
md yore mouth shet. and watch and what you see
RAILWAY didn't Old Raines pushed him out
O the way, throwed his ragged jeans coat, and
oawled, Bob Barow"
The old chief O. the Barlow side jumped the creek
With grunt his eyes fashin' like them of young
man, and shed his coat In five seconds them thar
wo totterin old folks lammin each other in the
and snashin each other in the chist like pair
} crazy persons
"Don't!" cries Falway, when he could git enough
breath in him to talk. Don't do that, dont'
He jumped to em, took EN- by the shoulders, and
separated em, holdn EN- apart and starn' first at