The Pulaskian., 1921-08-04
CHAPTER II
In the Cup.

In the Cup. nole found the humble home of his mountaineer host a home in the fullest sense of the word.
 At the monday meal, he met Mrs. Moreland and the sons of the house. hold. and they were exactlysas he had pictured them. Mrs. Moreland was Ouiet. motherly, always smiling, as straight and real as her husband. The sons, Caleb and Luke, were as much alike as the fingers on your hands; they were tall and broad-shouidered rey-e}ed and brown-haired Before sund0wn Dale had become acquainted with the rest of the More lands. and he liked them, every one. He vas at the cabin of his hosts gray old father and mother for a long time When supper was over John More land lighted the big glass lamp in the best room, and the family and tfSeir guest gathered there to spend the eve- hing Then the lanky moonshiner and his mother came in.
 Granny Heck had the sharp features and the stopped, thin figure of q witch She wore a faded blue bandana about her white head, and she carried long hickory staff; there was reed semmed clay pipe in her mouth, and her dark calico skirt had a tobacco pocket in it.
 Her son preceded her into the room. He walked to the center table, faced about and said with low and. airy sweep of his right hand:
 tBill, old boy, this here's maw Nav, she tells fOrchunes.n
 "So this here" creaked Granny Heck, looking over the brass rims of her spectacles, lis Mir. Bill! We'll, well l jest thought to myself at I'd come up and see ye, Mir. Bill, and tell yore forchune."
 She dropped into the rocker that Caleb had placed for her.
 "Addie," she said to the smiling Mrs. Moreland, will ye bring me cup half full O coffee grounds?"
 When the cup came, the fortune teller took it and shook It and patted IL all the while muttering mysterious words that she had learned from the old Indian, Cherokee Joe - which served her purpose very well.
 T see" she mumbled more or less Sepulchrally, "a pow'ful good-lookin' gyurl in ealiker dress, with her hair a-hangin' away down her back. A bare footed gyurl, with big, purity eyes. snes a-standin' on a low clift, a-peep- n at you through the laurels, Mr. blll' This is in the past. -.
 In the future" she went on slowly, see this here as plain as daylight through knothole; a awful big man, %lth curly black hair and curly black beard, and with eyes like clift- AaWk's; and see you, too, Nr. Bill; ana l see fight, a master fight-Lord ra musSy, what a fight But you'll marry the gyurl after all, Mir. Bill"
 Dale laughed. The old woman had uescribed Babe Littleford. But who was the "big, dark man.? Some fel- lOw who had lost his heart to the mountain girl, perhaps.
 ,, when the Hecks had gone, John Moreland leaned forward and touched 'us guest on the knee.
 mat thar big man mentioned in .eiilh yore forchune," he said, might na been Black Adam Ball. Black Adam. He lives with his pap and mother .ew mile up the river As big as shlhned hoss, he is, and plumb on 1ouiy strong He's been a-beggin' Babe 4i''lelord to marry him fo' A year or '"o, and she won't listen % h.m.
 hf ever ye do haf to fight Black Auam' John Moreland went on, "ye want to fight him with a two-eyed suo'gun and buckshot. He's the mean ' man on earth; snake-broth and p'1eh vine is religious aside O him. pu. ontel ye begin a-makin' love to sape Llttleford, reckon the ain't no pauser p, Q you a-havin' trouble with 'acA Adam; and you ain't likely, '"Ae u, to make love to Babe"
 But Babes the best one O the Lit
 eIords, declared Luke.
 Sohn Moreland reached for the ,ea'nerbound old family Bible. He 'pened the Book at random.
 US about time We was a-goin' to VI, rest and we'll go jest as soon as wye had prayers A1r. Dale. ?
 "hen half q chapter from St. Mat aew had been laboripusIy but rexers ,u'iy read, the AIorelands knelg tt uelr chairs nua Sa f{fa gI44 Isafo John