Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1921-07-08

mo, Babe" Moreland answered. his
voice not unkind; she amt anyways
nigh dead"
He and Sam Heck took up Dales
dripping figure and bore it away. Babe
Littleford ran to higher ground, hid
herself behind a clump of sassafras
and watched them.
Granny Heck followed with Dales
coat and hat She chartered all the
way across the meadow
"Now what did tell ye, John and
Sam? What did / tell ye? La, la /!
Wasn't it a master fight, like said
now wasn't it?"
Sometimes We make me a little
tired, granny-woman," Moreland re-
monstrated gently. "The' amt nothin'
in forchune-tellin'. You've jest been
here fo' SO long at you know how to
jedge the future by the past And
you're toPable good guesser, too,
reckon"
Granny Heck fiared up quickly
Amt nothin' in forchune-tellin'
Now don't go and fool yeself, John
MoreIand. You listen to me about a
half minute, John. l seed more in the
cup AN I told Mr. Bill. seed blood
and death. / seed a big fight atwixt
the Morelands and the Littlefords p
That's easy to guess at" John
Moreland replied. "You know, o.
course, 'at Black Adam will do all he
can to bring trouble to us on account
O. Bill Dale a-stayin' with us. And
you know it amt never onpossible to
hatch up war atween US and the Lit
tlefords. Jest run on ahead, Granny
Heck, and tell my wife to hunt up
some kind o. good liniment fo' Bill's
bruises. Tell her she needn't to waste
time a-lookin' Up any bandages. This
man here is like me: he wouldn't wear
bandages. cause they look bad"
When Dale came back to state of
consciousness, he was lying under
covers in the carved black walnut bed.
Beside him stood John Moreland, who
held in one hand bowl containing a
hot herb brew that his wife had pre-
pared. Granny Heck, her son By, and
Mrs. Moreland stood not far away.
"This here'll be good fo' ye, think" :"
said Moreland nodding toward the
bowl in his hand. He went over and
put an arm around Dale's shoulders
and helped him to sit up.
Dale drank the stuff with difficulty.
"Much obliged" he muttered thickly.
"I-let's see, did l whip-how did it
end? He didn't lick me, did he-that
fellow Ball?"
"He shore didn't" smiled Moreland.
mot by big sight. He fell out fust.
His own pap won't hardly know him,
Bill"
News travels rapidly in the big hills.
The Morelands began to gather at the
home of their chief to see the man
who had whipped Black Adam Ball !;
every Moreland able to walk came to
see Bill Dale. For three hours he was
lionized, but he didn't enjoy it; the
water had left many pains in his
chest, and his head ached duly, and
his hands still felt as though the bones
were shattered in them.
Came a thundershower that after
noon, and the mountain evening fell
with a chill. A fire was made in the
wide stone fireplace in the guests
room, and when supper was over the
family gathered there with Dale, who
refused to be kept in bed.
After a few minutes Of silently
watching grotesque shadows fit across
the log walls, Dale said to John More
land:
IF your brother David could know,
don't you think he'd want you to get
the value out of the coal?"
John Moreland bent forward to rest
his chin In his hands. His sober grey
eyes stared thoughtfully toward the
fire.
Il amt never looked at it that
away" he said.
That's the right way to look at it,"
declared Dale. "But you shouldn't
sell the property as it is"
The mountaineer turned an inquir-
ing face toward his guest.
"How In thunder could handle it
ef | didn'tf'