Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-10-14

my arrest. A man who liked Tie wen
enough to kill Ball to save hay life
would like me we'll enough to confess
and save me from suffering for 1t. |
am sure of that. major"
"Ah, my boy" smiled the older OF
the two, 'you don't yet know the mouth
tain heart. Jail is terrible thing to
the lberty-loving mountafneer. But
love of you. and love of fair-dealing,
will soon overcome the fear Of Jail,
and you will be freed-if what |
strongly suspect proves to be well
founded, I'll leave you now, Dale. I'll
see you In the morning, sir. Good
night %
When his optimistic attorney had
gone. Dale glanced once more at the
to him miserable line from Dante's
"Inferno," and began to remove his
outer clothing preparatory to going to
bed. He did not feel anything like so
confident concerning the outcome Of
his trial as Major Bradley evidently
felt. Then he became even more
detected, and he told himself that the
major had spoken so reassuringly
merely to help him keep up heart.
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 furious windstorm, &C.
cOmpanied by much vivid lightning
and binding rain, sprang out Of the
west and began to sweep the country
slide and out of the lowering wet gloom
there came one to deliver Bill Dale.
He was 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
He entered the low. square building
OF br:ck and stone and stopped In the
center Of the corridor, where he stood,
ah:;e water ran from his wet clothing
| ana gathered IN little pools at his feet,
and looked to his right and to his left
| bale saw him, and cried out In sur
! prise:
caleb"
Caleb Moreland walked straight, his
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
it?'
Dale took step toward him. 'Well,
a queens boudoir is nicer. What are
YOU doing here, Cale?"
1--WE 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 Morp!and turned
from the cell door and faced him
I've come here to own up TO HE
KILN o Black Adam Ball." began the
young hillman.
He swallowed, went trite pale un-
der his tan, and continued bravely:
"Bill Dale thar, he never done it. |
am the one at done it. Bill he shot at
Adam, but he missed-Adam had done
shot at Bill fust, understand, Tom
But | didn't miss. / don't never miss.
I'm plumb tombstone shot. They
alus rules me out at any shootin
match. I'd ha' owned up to it yeste'-
day, but the thought o. Jail had me
skeered bad. | jest CANT let as good
man as Bill Dale thar suffer TO a
thing | done myself. So you let him
out, Tom, and put the right man in
thar"
Flowers had good heart, and this
touched 1t. But he was not very much
surprised
TELL us about 1t, Caleb" he re-
quested.
Caleb looked toward Dale, then he
faced the lord Of Cartersville's little
prison again.
well, shuriff, when | seed Bill Dale
go off toward the trustle by hisself
and alone, knowed right then he was
In danger O. bein' laywayed by some
o them thar lowdown Balls and
Cherokee Torreys So l decides to
foller after him and gyard him, with
out him a-knowin anything about it,
which same / done When he met
Adam Ball"