The Adair County news., 1921-09-13

He turned back to Dale. 'Ye say il
was a accident?" he sneered.
"Yes, it was an accident"
Like the old devil! !" rOared Blacl
Adams father.
He stopped and picked up his SON:
black slouch hat and examined it
There were two bur1et holes close to
gether in the rim-and one Of then
had been there for long time.
John Moreland. he's been a-rarnin
ye how to Shoot" he said, land you'v,
shore Earned purity id we'll. IT must
ha' been yOre third shot at got
Adam"
Il fired only once" disagreed Dale.
Your son fired first; fired second;
and somebody else, I haven't the
slightest idea who, fired the other
shot"
"Aw, shet up! Ye can tell It at the
trial." growled old Ball. Then to his
kinsmen.
Wen hold Dale right here, boys,
Ontel the shuriff he's sent after comes.
And wen not move Adam, which same
is accOrdin' to law. I reckon Shuriff
Tom FlOwers'll find a different job
from what he expected to find; won't
he, boys? Say, l wiSht one O. you
fellers'd gil me a good, big chaw o
tObacker. Be burned eff don't. Adams
death, it has made me feel sort o
bad, by comics, and tObacker's allus
a consolation
Bill Dale, you hain't got chaw O.
tObacker on We, have ye-bOught to-
hacker, store tObacker? It's a burned
sight better'n homemade, 1 says. Ye
say We don't chew! Chew-h-l!
! Whyn't ye say 'chaw,' like a man! I
alIus knoWed We wasn't no count, no
how. Nobody at don't chaW tObaCker
amt no count. =. . All right, Jim
Ike" to his nephew, "Tll take a chaw
o yOres, then. And I'll take a tOlably
death has made me feel sort O bad,
and tObacker's allus a consolation
The sounds of the shooting had car
ried far and it wasn't long until the
scene of the tragedy was crowded with
Balls and Torreys, LittlefOrds and
MOrelands. Major Bradley and Hayes,
too, were there. Every man Of them
was armed; a very little thing might
easily turn the place into a Shambles.
The major saw this, and he was
afraid. He drew the leaders of the
MOrelandS and the LittlefOrdS aside,
and finally prevailed upon them to do
their utmost toward keeping peace un-
til the coming of the sheriff.
At first John MOreland and Ben Lit
tlefOrd were for taking Bill Dale from
the Balls and Torreys who guarded
him, if they had to depOpulate the
whole Ball settlement, Jerusalem Cove
and HattOn's He'll to accomplish it
Happily, the majors counsel prevailed
Sheriff Tom Flowers was a tall and
1.-the. SmOOth-faced man. He arrived
with Luke MOreland at noon, after
hours of hard riding. He saw the high
tension, and Immediately steeled him
self to handle the situation. After
gathering and there halting his horse
he said evenly:
"In order that l may know who to
arrest, l must know something of the
circumstances. Only one man must
speak at time. No playing bad with
me-; and remember that, gentlemen,
I'll certainly drop the fellow who
starts playing hosS with me, if it's the
last move make on earth. Now some
body gently use his powers of speech.
Major Bradley, more sOldierlike than
ever, went forward. "AS the attorney
of Mr.. Dale, who stands accused of
killing Adam Ball." he said to the Of
f1cer, 81 beg leave to state that my
client will do no talking at present"
Dale understood, and he did not
open his mouth.
But old Ball had something to say,
and he proceeded to say it:
''He killed my son, ADAM" pointing
to Dale, 'in cold blood. Me and about
a dozen O. my kin was on our way
over Long ridge to look at a bee tree,
when we heered three pistol shots. We
was right up thar" pointing to the
| nOrthward, "and we come a-runnin'
over here to see, by comics, what was
the matter. Well, by comics, we found
Bill Dale thar down on his knees
aside O my son, Adam, who was as
dead as HI or deader; and Bill Dale
was a-sObbin' and a-sObbin' about it.
And eff he never killed my son, Adam,
what was he a-sObbin' and a-sobbin'
/ about, l AK you that? And my son
: Adam he bad rifle hY POnnieS hut