The Dolores star., 1916-12-22

held girls wrote on a white pillar at
the front OF her often bereaved house:
There is no place like home" The
sequel tells that a cynical traveller
passing that way reflected on the an
mails Of that dwelling and added in
postscript: "Leastways not this side
OF hell"
The story of the Hatfield-McCoy
feud Is in many ways that of other
wars" which have made Of the roof
tree Of the eastern divide q land be-
leaguered and unique.
In the war between the Haveys and
the McBriars there was more than the
forgotten episode Of a stray razorback
which was not surrendered to its law
full owners. They had for decades
hated and killed each other with q
fidelity of bitterness that made all
their truces and intermarriages fail of
permanent peace.
Between the territories where they
had originally settled stretched a bar
rier Of hills broken by only one gap
The McBriars had made their first
habitations east Of that ridge and gap
where the waters ran toward the sea.
The Haveys had set up their power
to the west, where the creeks and
springs fed the rivers that went down
to the Blue-Grass and to Tennessee.
Had the two clans been content to re-
main respectively on the sunrise and
sunset slopes of the backbone, they
might never have clashed. but there
were bright-eyed women to the west
and east. Feminine Havey eyes lured
McBriar suitors. and McBriar girls
seemed TO the Havey men worth any
dare that fate might set. So it has
been since young Montagues and
! Capulets ignored deadlines-and long
before. Smoke went up from cabins
on both sides that housed men and
women of both clans. Hatred scat.
tered and set up new points OF infec-
ton all along Tribulation and beyond
its headwaters.
In Civil war and subsequent politics
a line Of fierce cleavage had yawned
between them-and each faction had
been a power.
1t was to the leadership OF such a
clan that Bad Anse had succeeded
when hardly twenty-one by the death
Of father whose end had not come
upon a bed of illness.
1t was to the herding OF such a flock
that he had ridden away from the
cabin of fetch McNash on the night
when the girls scornful taunt fol-
lowed him.
It was an unfortunate thing that
Cal Douglas should. on a February
afternoon. have shot to death his
brother-in-law, Noah Watt, even II, as
Cal earnestly assured the Jury. "he
was Jest obleeged an beholden ter do
It," All the circumstances of the af-
fair were inopportune for his kinsman
and the kinsmen Of the man who died
with a bullet through his vitals.
Cal bore q name for surly character,
and even in a land where grudge-bear-
ing is a religion he was deemed ultra
fanatical in tanning the fame of ha.
tired. Noah Watt himself was little
loved by either the Haveys. into whose
family he had married. or the McBri-
ars. from whom he sprang. Neigh.
bors told Of frequent and violent bick.
erings between the man and his
shrewish wife. who was the twin sis
ter of Cal Douglas.
Gal Douglas an Noey Watts wom-
an air es much alike es two peas in a
pod" went neighborhood pronounce
ment. They air both soured on
mankind an they glories in human
misery"
Had the fight on that winter eve
ming ended in the death of both par
Elephants. McBriars and Haveys would
alike have called 1t a gentle radiance
and dropped the matter where 1t stood.
But since a Havey had slain a Nc.
Briar and the Havey still lived 1t
could not. in honor. be so dropped. 1t
left an uneven score.
Since the mountaineer has little to
do in the winter and spring save Cos
sip. the affair grew in Importance
with rehearsing, and to each telling
was added new features. It was sig.
nificantly pointed out east Of the ridge
that Noah had incurred the displeas-
ure Of Bad Anse Havey by the suspi-
cion Of tale-bearing to old M.lt Nc
Briar. 1t was argued that the particu-
lar wife-beating which led to the trag-
edy might have passed as uneventfu,ly
as several similar episodes heretofore.
had not the heads Of the Haveys made
1t pretext for eliminating a McBriar
who dwelt in their midst and carried
news across the ridge to his own
people.
For several years the feud had
slept. not the complete sleep of death.
but the fitful. simmer ing sleep of eau
tious luminosity. But neither clan felt
SO overwhelmingly strong as to court
an issue just yet and. realizing the
desperate quality of any outbreak.
both Milt McBrtar "over yon" and
Anse Havey over here had guarded
the more belligerent kinsmen with
Jealous eye. They had until now held