The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-10-07

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! what do you thlak the outcome o ysus
TRIAL Is going to ber'
/, Dale noted that her English had in-
proved, and II was gratifying 10 him.
Az for the trial
II don't know" he said. But Ma.
jOr Bradlel thinks I'll come clear. He
believe 'is' somebody that was hid
DEF "n II" "uutainside above US shot
Pal ~ save me. BY Heck limited that
he knew that this was the case; and
he intlmated that ! would stand Q bet
ter chance Of acQuittal than anybody
else would stand. and that II ! re.
ceived q sentence the right man
would come forward with a confes-
sion. have an idea that BY HecA
himself killed Adam Ba,l-that iA. h
! didn't do H."
And Gale MOreIand WASN'T 1t fine
for him 10 do what be done for You.
Bill Dale? How are you gettin' alon1
with the miner
First rate" Dale answered. bright
eping at once. Were shipping now.
And we're getting q smashing price
for every ounce Of Il"
81 see" seid the young woman. He
went on:
"AIi OF the boys and girls Of the
Morelands. except the very little ones.
are In school At Gainesville. and
they're learning fast. When Our Dor.
rOwed capital 10 paid back. the More
land families are going I buy farms
wing near Cartersvilie and 60 to them.
A big iowland farm close to good
schools and q good little town-well,
there are orse places on earth. Pity
poor David Moreland cant know about
H."
I'D say !"
She hung her head. She was think
ing. rs she had so often thought be
fore. OF her W %benighted people.
And the Liitlefords?" she muir
INJURED. 1t had slipped past her lips.
Dale and the Morelands owed the lat
tlefOrds nothing.
Dale understood, and he gave her
3 sympathetic glance.
"A few of the boys and girls Of the
LittlefOrds are going TO school in Car
tersville. perhaps n from each fam
ily," he told her. 1T is rather eI-
pensive, you know. on o of he
boarding, and they can't afford TO
send all their children. However, |
Observation-Disclosures people will
have their chance for education. too"
But II won't DO much good 10 edu-
cate n cut O each family" SAID EliZ-
abeth. They'd come straight back
here when they got thr" IA with their
%schoOlin', and soon f"'-.i / NEAR for
get lit all. Ii they make their learn
in pay EN- anything, they'll have TO
stay where they can use IT."
She began to stare sbsently toward
her well-shod feet.
Are you ready to go?' Dale asked.
Elizabeth L~ittleford raised her head
with a slight jerk and said rather awk-
wardly:
Has the valley changed muchr'
Not very much" answered Dale.
old minister named Ashby Cross
breaches the gospel Of straight walk
ing and human kindliness every Sum-
day. Henderson Gof isn't here any
more, but he sent me his address In
case We wanted to sell the mine! The
Torreys have gone back to Jerusalem
cove and Hatton's hell, and the Balls
are as quiet as mice. These, | believe,
are all the changes worth mentioning"
Together they set out and walked,
without saying much, to the crest of
David MOreland's mountain, and there
they halted. The autumn sun, a great
red ball of fire, was just setting beyond
the majestic Big Pine.
Dale pointed to a long, moss-cover@i
slab of brown sandstone.
Let's Sit down there and rest" he
suggested. You're tired, Babe, !
know. Don't mind my calling you
Babe. do your
She looked at him as though she
we're surprised at bis asking that. They
sat down.
Bill Dale suddenly leaned coward her
and took one Of her hands: and he
didn't take il as Jimmy Fayne had
dOne-as though he we're afraid of 1t.
You know | love you. don't you
Baber
. 1--we been believin' it," she told him
after a moment Of painful silence. She
was a trife pale now. But it-Bill
Dale, il somehow don't seem just right
for you to love me. Because I'm such
a pore little nobody. I'm as ignorant
as sin and ! hain't-haven't even got
good manners. But-but if you love,
if you're sure you do, tell me whyl
There came another minute Of pain
full silence.
Because" said Dale. speaking slow
ly. you have always seemed to be
one Of my own kind. You seem real.
to me. l was SO sick of artiicialities