Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1921-10-21
CHAPTER XIV.


was dressed III q smart ana neatly
fitting suit of dark blue, with lacey
white at her throat and at her wrists;
she wore a hat of dark blue relieved
by a touch of white. In one of her
strong and well-shaped, gloved hands
she carried q travelling bag of black
leather.
A big and sunburned young man in
boots and corduroys FASTENED to her.
He raised his broadrimmed hat.
smiled, took the bag, and pressed her
hand as though he was very glad to
see her.
"Bil Dale!" she cried joyously above
the roar of the passing train. Bill
Dale, it's your
"Sure, it's mel" laughed Dale. How
good you look can hardly believe
it's you"
but it is" she smiled. Tell me:
what do you think the outcome O your
trial is going to be-"
Dale noted that her English had i'm
proved, and it was gratifying to him.
AS for the trial
jor Bradley thinks I'll come clear. He
believes that somebody that was hid
den on the moutainside above us shot
Bail to save me. By Heck limited that
he knew that this was the case; and
he intimated that / would stand bet
ter chance of acquittal than anybody
else would stand, and that if re-
ceived a sentence the right man
would come forward with confess
sion. | have an idea that BY Heck
himself killed Adam Ball-that is, if
l didn't do it."
"And Gale MOreland-wasn't it fine
for him to do what he done for you.
Bill Dale? How are you gettin' along
with the mine?"
First rate" Dale answered, bright
ening at. once. Were shipping now.
And we're getting a smashing price
for every ounce of it,
81 see," said the young woman. He
went on:
"All of the boys and girls of the
Morelands, except the very little ones,
are in school at Gainesville, and
they're learning fast. When our bor-
rowed capital is paid back, the More
land families are going to buy farms
lying near Gainesville and go to them.
A big lowIand farm close to good
schools and good little town-well,
there are worse places on earth. Pity
poor David Moreland can't know about
it."
nd sayl"
She hung her head. She was think
Ing, as she had so often thought be-
fore, of her own benighted people.
"And the Littlefords?" she muir
INJURED. 1t had slipped past her lips.
Dale and the Morelands owed the Lit
tIefords nothing.
Dale understood, and he gave her
q sympathetic glance.
"a few of the boys and girls of the
Iittlefords are going to school in Car
tersville, perhaps one from each fam
N.Y." he told her. ''It is rather ex-
pensive, you know, on account of the
boarding, and they can't afford to
send all their children. However, !
think -ultimately-your people will
have their chance for education. too .
"But it won't do much good to edu-
cate Que out O. each family" said Eliz-
abeth. They'd come straight back
here when they got through with their
schoolin', and soon fo'git-I mean for
get!-it all. If they make their learn
in pay EN- anything, they'll have to
stay where they can use it."
She began to stare absently toward
her well-shod feet.
Are you ready to go?" Dale asked.
Elizabeth Littleford raised her head
with a slight jerk and said rather awk-
wardly:
HAS the valley changed much?"
mot very much,' answered Dale.
"'There's a new log church, where an
old minister named Ashby Cross
breaches the gospel of straight walk
ing and human kindness every Sun
day. Henderson Golf isn't here any
more, but he sent me his address in
case we wanted to sell the mine! The
Torreys have gone back to Jerusalem
cove and Hatton's hell, and the Balls
are as quiet as mice. These, believe,
are all the changes worth mentioning
Together they set out and walked,
without saying much, to the crest of
David Moreland's mountain, and there
they halted. The autumn sun, great
red ball of fire. was just setting beyond
the majestic Big Pine.
Dale pointed to long, moss-covered
slab OF brown sandstone.
Lets sit down there and rest" he
suggested. you're tired, Babe, ]
know. Don't mind my calling you
Babe do your"
She looked at him as though she
were surprised at his asking that. They
Rat down.
Bill Dale suddenly leaned toward her
end took one of her hands; and he
didn't take it as Jimmy Fayne had
done-as though he were afraid of it.
"You know love you, don't you
Rabe?"
"Tve been believin' it," she told him
after a moment of painful silence. She
was a trifle pale now. "But it-BilI
Dale. it somehow don't seem just right
for you to love me. Because I'm such
a pore little nobody. I'm as ignorant
as sin; and l hain't-haven't even got
good manners. But-but if you love,
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