Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1921-10-13

skesred bad JEST CANT let as good
Q man % BIN Dale thar suffer 70 a
thfns ! done myself. 10 you let him
out. Tom. and pus the right man In
thar"
Flowers had . good heart. ans this
touched e. But he was not very much
surprised
Tel ~ about Ia. Caleb" he re-
eusssed-
Caleb looked toward Dale, then ne
faced the lord Of CartersyiIle's little
pris0n again
We'll. shurin. when seed Bin Dale
% on toward the TRUSTEE by hisself
and alone. kL0wed right then he was
In danger cIhsin' laywayed By some
y them thar lSwdown Balls and
Cherokee Torrsys. So I decides TO
Teller altar him and gyard him. with
out him a-knowin' anything about Il.
which same done. When he met
Adam Ball"
He broke or abruptly.
Go on" urged Flowers.
4 reckon ! won't," smiled Caleb,
and his eyes were still twinkllng. II
reckon won't DO no more taikin' Jest
now. Yes. ! reckon the proper place
70 me 70 do my big taIkin' Is In the
co'tehouse az my trio Lock me up
win ye Tomr"
wen see," said Flowers.
Forthwith he dispatched q deputy
for Judge Carter and Major Bradley.
who FASTENED 10 the jail.
An hour later Caleb Morelaad was
the occupant Of the cell at the end Of
the whitewashed corridor. and Dale
was mounting his bay horse Fox to
ride back into the heart OF the ever
tasting hills. He arrived two hours
after nightfall. The Merchants were
glad TO see him. and the Lltflefords
were glad 20 zee him. There was re-
joicing there I'm the broad valley that
lies between David Moreland's noun.
tain and the Big Pine. Everybody had
bean expecting him. and many were
the pairs OF eyes that had been watch.
Ing for him. He found himself sud
denly wishing, with tightening at his
throat. that his father could know
how much bigger and how much bet.
ter 10 was TO be thus esteemed than
10 BE- wealthy.
Luke took charge Of his tired horse
and LED IL away to the old log barn
and TO some fifteen ears OF yellow
corn. Luke's father escorted him
preudly. the guest Of honor, I'm TO one
% Addis Morsland's incomparahIe old.
fashioned suppers. which was none
the worse for being late. Several
Litflsfords sat at the long, nome
made table.
Jehn Moreland turned up the light
O Iittls, and cracked q worn but time
~ Joke: then he looked toward one
ee the men whom he had fought
tArvugheut many years. and muttered
inse Ais @isk brown beard:-
saul, friend. WIN ye do us the IA.
YER o AKIN the blessin', ef ye pleaseT''
"ShOrs. John, o. course"
Saul Littleford, the very iIliterate,
laced his big fingers together across
his plate. bent his head, and told the
good Almighty that they were all
very much obliged to Him for the fine
supper they had before them, for Adj
die 4oreland who had cooked 1t, for
peace. and for BIN Dale.
IL was almost midnight when the
visitors left. They had been sitting
outside. on tho honsysuckle-scented
front porch and In the cabin yard. AT
last Bin Dale and John Moreland
were left together on the porch.
There's q thing that has puzzled
me since the msment got here this
evening" said DALE. "why IL Il that
nobody seems Go % grssving over
Caleb's being IN 1aiif"
The big hillaan's answer came al
NEST sharply: mo Moreland ever
grisvsd over q sacrifyee. BILL"
Dale sat up straight. "a sacriiicel
What DO yea meanr
This TINA the big hillman's answer
came slowly. 81 mean at Gale he's
a-takin' all q the load of o. gore
shoulders 'at he can. Gale he's a-takIn'
yors place In jan ontel the trial comes
OF, whichTl be &C the October term
o cote. He trusts you.to come back
and set him free on the day o. the
trial. o course you'll do It; we haIn't
never doubted that 70 one little min
ute. BILL But it wasn't all done TO
yoFs sake. You're the hope o. the
Norelanda. and you can do a heap
more hare 'an Caleb can"