The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-11-18

pay any particular attention to until
that morning. that black morning. AT
that time there was no other house
for miles around. I couldn't leave the
child there to die Of starvation. after
killing its father. SO I went back ana
got the baby and at its clothing. aud
took It away with me-. | left II at q
farmhouse down In the l0wland. and
vent to another city. and started life
afresh. -.
but later I married. aud shortly
after that I went to tho farmer ana
persuaded him to let me adopt the
child. I brought 1t up a. my own. an1
educated 1t. as Q sort Of compensation.
And I came to love It But It .
years before my wife loved It. She
didn't like children then. But she does
now. She Ia paying now. and ] am
paying. Don't you understand. Bill
don't ysu understand!
There was q choke In his voice to
ward the last. Bill Dale went to his
feet. His eyes were wide. but Ire did
not seem unhappy and for that Eliza
beth was grateful. John Mereiand sat
as still. with his bearded. viking face
As ex~pressiOniess as though he had
known it all along.
And so | really Am In my own
rpuDtryt" cried Bill Dale. IL ana
MOreiand. and the Moreiands really
are my W people,"
nc -or. Arn In unvpr nxxrn onlsnfF~v
and are a Newfoundland your
baby name was David" said John K.
Dale.
1t was then that John MOreland
spoke.
bill. when l fust seed you. you
made me think O. my brother the day
he was married. | amt never fO'gOt
that. | sartainly amt surprised none
at all. We didn't know about the
baby. Cherokee Joe told me the baby
had died"
And now. son." pleaded old Dale,
his voice breaking, SAY that you for
give me-"
Bill Dale, David MoreIand's boy.
knelt beside the old s~heepskin-lined
rocker, took the old coal kings hand
in both his own and bent his head
over it.
Its all right" he said thicl1Iy. "It's
oil right"
Elizabeth LittlefOrd arose and stole
blindly out Of the house. Her foot
steps led her, quite without her real
iyi,v u-h.r, .In ,ra, naf,,r a.pn-S TIM
meadow and 10 the river above the
downtown sycamore. And there IN
that sacred spot, where she had first
felt her heart leap at the sound Of
Bill Dale'S voice, she sank down in
d heap in the nov and cried, and
cried.
Twilight was gathering rapidly, but
she did not notice it. She did not
notice. either, that the air was grow
ing steadily colder with the approach
OF the mountain night. To her q
warm sun was shining above in a
bright blue vault; to her the spirit Of
summer was everywhere; In her ears
there was the liquid song Of a meadow
lark. the sweet twittering Of wood
th~rushes, the low humming Of Wild
bees. The pouring Of the crystal wa
ters between the two bOulders above
the pool made music to her, and blend
ed with it she seemed to hear the voice
Of q big. clean. strong an
IL WAS thinking Of the difference be-
tween you and some other wOmen I
know"
Then Q ray Of hope shone into her
heart. Bill Dale was really a MoreA,
land and. therefore, OF the Hill blood
even as she was of the hill blood, and
that should make them more nearly
equal. She told herself that he wouldn't
be 70 apt to condemn her for being
able to take a human life easily a.
one Of another blood would be; no
would be more apt to understand. And
yet, the women he had knOwn were
gentle. tender and refined. like. for In
Patricia M~ci.aurin. Soon the
ray Of hope died within her. and she
bent her head and sobbed again.
One of her bare hands began to
grope idly IN the SNOW 1t her side. and
she did not feel the cold. Suddenly
she realized that her hand was full
Of sha wings. WRITINGS. = Some man
had been sitting there whiting with
q pocket knife-it must have been a
man. for who ever heard Of a woman
whittling7 She felt in the snow with
both hands. and found more WRITINGS
were bushels Of WRITINGS, II
to her. lying there under the
Then she wOndered-wOndered who
L could have been.
II was quite dark now, but the moon
was not yet up. A great. bright star
,lazed above David M%Oreland's tomb
Ike a beacon fire. She heard the muf,
led sounds of slow masculine foot
in the snow behind her. She
lid not turn her head. In her soul
he knew it could be but one man
Bjll Uale's head was down. and il"
t0veti H. though M neither knew ma