The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1921-09-23


tcard ye don't quite understand
u vas < aerrible th.vg, | know
said Dass "Bur 4 Sas be fortunes
of var. The [itueforu ave endured
the fortunes oil war In Exactly the
same Nay. Come wIth me. cts go. !
need you. help: can do ve-y asfas
without 700, Ss.p. Come, john aiors-
land r
The hlllman splied slowly. WED.
I'll 70 with We ser thar. BUT Bea
he'll haf to MAKE lie fust break Al
a-bein' friends, cause liz, purity shers
never will. AS s.oE as git my
hat, BILL"
He went to the froHt porch and
took from chairpost his broad
trimmed headgear. Then the two SCI
out.
They crossed an ox-wagon road,
sweet-scented meadow, the river bs
| means OF the biown-down sycamore,
| another sweet-scented meadow anil
another ox-wagon road, and entered
the cabin yard of the Littleford chief.
Here. too. many old-fashioned lowers
were In bloom; cans fishingpole,
slender and white, leaned against the
porch; II made Dale think of
Babe. ..
.'You wait ont here" whispered
Dale, with hand on his companions
arm. "I'll go In and see II can per
suade Littleford to make the advance.
I'm pretty sure cam
He started forward when hound
rose from the stone step and s-oWled
warninssy. At that Dale halted and
sang out:'
hello, Benz"
The front door swung epxn, creak
ing on wooden hinges. and Babes ia
| Their, bareheaded and with lamp ID.
his hand, appeared in the doorway
He knew the voice that had Humm0nei.
him.
Come right in, Mr. Dale" he in
yited with the utmost cordialits
"Come right In !"
He scolded the dog away, and DaA.
entered the primitive home. He was
shown into the best room. where he
dropped easily into roomy old rocla
er that was lined with an unframed
sheepskin. Ben Littleford put the
lamp on crude table, drew up an.
other chair, and sat down facing his
| visitor.
Il hope We amt Jest happened over
| fo' minute or two on business" he
| drawled; II hope ye'ye come to spend
the night WI me, anyway"
I'm here in the interests of peace"
Dale began, looking at the hillmaB
squarely. Il want you Littlefords ia
be on good terms with your neigh.
bors, the Morelands. John is out
there Mt your gate now; he Is waiting
| for you to ask him in and say to him:
Let's begin anew; let's be friends
your people and my people, you and
me- You want that, don't you, Benz
Babe did, I'm sure"
Littleford frowned, laced his bly, fin.
gers together and twirled his big
thumbs. Now that be was once more
| at home, with assurance that his
daughter would entirely recover, he
was no longer weak; he had all his
old courage and all his old, stubborn
Hill pride back.
'Tll ak John in" he finally de
cided, shut he'll hat to make the fus,
break at a-bein' friends. Me akin
him into my house IL purity durnei
good start toward friendship, aint
| It'll"
He arose, took up the lamp, walked
| to the front door and opened 1t, and
called into the night:
! won't We come in, John?"
Il reckon | will, Ben" was the lazy
answer. 20 minute, anyhow. Blu
/ ! reckon CANT stay long"
Moreland followed Littleford into
| the best room. Llttleford pvt the lamp
beside the worm leather-brNnd Bible
on the table, and they sat dswn. They
looked steadily at each other. and
Dale saw plainly that both were ~
| at ease. Surely, thought Moresand, he
had done great deal when he ha4
come into his old enemy's house
Surely. thought Littleford, he has
done great deal when he had sskeA
John Moreland into his home.