Licking Valley courier., 1921-09-15

Dhic went on:
"All there is to do to enlist the Lit.
tlefords on our side Is this: you go to
old Ben and say to him: Let's begin
anew; let's be friends, your people
and my people, you and me- He'll bt
glad you did 1t. Then 1t will be eas!
sailing for u.s. The Balls never would
dare to attack such a force as the
Morelands and the Littlefords com.
bined. Don't you seer admit 1t will
be something Of sacrifice on your
part. But man like you can make
sacrifices. Any man who Is big
enough to 60 down on his knees and
ask the blessing Of the. Almighty on
his enemies is big enough to make
sacrifice. Come-let's 90 over and see
. Ben .Littleford now; .wop'tayour' 49,
The mountaineer didn't answer. -
"You won't throttle the cause born
In David Moreland's good heart on ac-
count Of a little personal pride-l
know you won't" Dale said earnestly.
Moreland Strengthened.
''You mean WELL" he said slowly. II
think you're one o. the very best men
In the world, Bill Dale. You often
make me think o. pore David himself.
But I'm afeared ye don't quite onder-
stand, Bill. I've seed my own son die
from a Littleford's bullet. To 90 and
offer to be friends with a man who
might be the same one at killed my
boy is Q pow'ful hard thing to do. I'm
afeard ye don't quite understand"
"It was a terrible thing, ! know" )"
said Dale. "But 1t was the fortunes
Of war. The Littlefords have endured
the fortunes Of war In exactly the
same way. Come with me; let's 90.
need your help; can do very little
without your help. Come. John More.
landl"
The hillman replied slowly: swell
I'll 90 with ye over thar. But Ben
he'll haf to make the fust break al
a.bein' friends. cause I'm purity shore
I never will. As soon as l git my
hat, Bill"
He went to the front porch ant
took from chairpost his broad
trimmed headgear. Then the two Sc
out.
They crossed an ox-wagon road,
sweet-scented meadow, the river b,
means Of the downtown sycamore
another sweet-scented meadow an,
another oX.wagon road, and entere'
the cabin yard Of the Llttleford chief
Here, too, many old-fashioned flower
were In bloom; cane fishingpolS
slender and white, leaned against tn
porch; It made Dale think o
l. Babe. 80 80
'You walt out ,here,r swhispere
Dale, with a hand on his companion
arm. "I'll go in and see II l Gun pei
suade Littleford to make the advance
I'm pretty sure I can."
He started forward when houn
rose from the stone step and growle
warnlngly. At that Dale halted an
sang out:
"Hello, Benz"
The front door swung open. creal
ing on wooden hinges, and. Babes II
ther, bareheaded and with a lamp
his hand, appeared in the doorwa
He knew the voice that had summdne
him.
"Come right In, Mr.. Dale" he Il
vlted with the utmost cordiallt
"Come right lni''
He scolded the dog away. and Da
entered the primitive home. He WI
shown into the best room, where
dropped easily into a roomy old roc
er that was lined with an untann'
sheepslSin. Ben Llttleford put Il
lamp on crude table, drew up a
other chair, and sat down facing h
, visitor.
'T hope ye amt Jest happened ov
TO- a minute or twv on business"
/ drawled; II hope ye've come to sper
the night wi me, anyway"
, "I'm here In the interests Of peace
! Dale began, looking at the hillmi
E sQuarely. II want you Littlefords
' be on good terms with your neig
bors, the Morelands. John is o
= there at your gate now; he is waitil
e for you to ask him In and say to hin
Q Let's begin anew; let's be frient
your people and my people, you Al