The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-08-26

! The night passed, and another bright
summer day dawned, and In the Car
tersville Jail there was one prisoner
who had not slept at all. Each Of
those long and heavy black hours had
been an age to this prisoner to whom
jail was so new.
AT noon a furious windstorm, &C
companfed by much VIVID lightning
and binding rain, sprang out of the
west and began to sweep the country
side and out Of the lowering we gloom
there came n to deliver Bill Dale.
He was a mountaineer, young and stall
wart and strong, and about him there
was much of that certain English fine
ness that was so striking In his father.
de entered the low. square building
Of brick n stone and stopped In the
center of the corridor, where he stood.
while water ran from his wet clothing
and gathered In little pools at his feet,
and looked to his right and to his left.
Dale saw him. and cried out In sur
prise:
Caleb"
Caleb MOreland walked straight, his
head up and his shoulders back, q
splendid picture Of virile young man.
hood, to the end of the corridor. He
gripped two Of the doors hated bars,
bars that had long been worn smooth.
by other human hands he pressed his
smoothly shaven, sunburned face
against the iron, and smiled.
How are We a-feelin' by this time,
Bill? It's some HI Of q place, amt
it2"
Dale took a step toward him. well,
a queens bOudOir is nicer. What are
you doing here, Caller"
I've come to set you free" said
Caleb MOreland. !
Dale stared ~unbelievingly. "But
that is impossible, Gale. How could
you set me free?"
Call Tom Flowers, and I'll sight
ye."
Dale called, and the officer came i'm
mediately. Caleb Moreland turned
from the cell door and faced him.
I've come here to W up to the
KILN o. Black Adam Ball." began the
young hillman.
He swallowed. ven a trifle pale I'M
der his tan, and continued bravely:
Bill Dale thar, he never done it.
am the n at done it. Bill he shot at
Adam, but he missed-Adam had done
shot at Bill fust, y'onderstand, Tom.
But / didn't miss. l don't never miss.
I'm a plumb tombstone shot. They
aliuS rules me out at any ShOOtin'
match. I'd ha' owned up to 1t yeste'-
day, but the thought O. Jail had me
skeered bad. 1 jest CANT let as good
a man as Bill Dale thar suffer fo' a
thing l done myself. So you let him
out, Tom, and put the right man in
thar"
Flowers had a good heart, and this
touched it. But he was not very much
surprised.
"Tell us about it, Caleb" he re-
luested.
Caleb looked toward Dale. then he
the lord of C~artersville's little
prison again.
"Well, shurif, when I seed Bill Dale
90 off toward the trustle by hisself
alone, i knOwed right then he was
n danger O. bein' laywayed by some
D them thar lowdown Balls and
Cherokee TOrreys. So l decides to
'oller after him and gyard him, with
nut him a-knowin' anything about it,
which same l done. When he met
Adam Ball"
He broke off abruptly.
go on urged Flowers.
II reckon / won't" smiled Caleb.
nd his eyes were still twinkling. 81
eckOn l won't do no more talkin' jest
'Ow. Yes, l reckon the proper, place
me to do my big talkin' is in the
at my trial. Lock me up
1il We TOm?"
I'VE! see," said Flowers.
Forthwith he dispatched q deputy
Judge Carter and Major Bradley,
fastened to the Jail.
An hour later Caleb Moreland was
occupant of the cell at the end of =
he whitewashed corridor. and Dale
as mounting his bay horse Fox to
de back into the heart of the ever
lsting hills. He arrived two hours
fter nightfall. The Morelands were
lad to see him, and the Littlefords
ere glad to see him. There was re-
there In the broad valley that
es between David MOrefand's noun :
lin and the Big Pine. Everybody had
zen expecting him. and many were
pairs of eyes that had been watch
g for him. He found himself sud-
,nly wishing, with a tightening at his
'roat, that his father could know
w much bigger and how much bet /
r It was to be thus esteemed than !
be wealthy. /
Luke took charge Of his tired horse
ID led it away to the old log barn !
ID to some fifteen ears Of yellow 4
IN. Luke's father escorted him
oudly, the guest Of honor, In to one /
,Addie Moreland's Incompatible old ]
ShiOnQd SunnorS which waa mono 4