The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1921-11-10
HEAR LAYS DAVID MoRElAND
THE sEsT MAN GOD
svvEs MAID
KILLED
~ JOHN X CAMILLE
MAY oop
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DAM Hle
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curse-a terrible anathema. II dead
David Moreland himself had arisen
from the tomb and uttered 1t, 1t would
not have struck John h. Dale with
greater force. He grew weak, a.
though with q fatal sickness. He sank
to his knees In the snow. and bis Iron
gray head fell forward to his breast.
Elizabeth Littleford kneit in the snow
beside him. She tried to find comfort
ing words, for she loved him and was
sorry for him. but no words would
come. 0s err f7op--T Ho3
There was 4 slight sound. the muf-
fed breaking Of 4 dry twig In the
snow just beyond the palings In front
of them. Elizabeth Littleford looked
up to see the giant figure OF John
MOreland, whose face was white and
whose eyes were filled with the nre Of
hate and anger, who held 9 rife In his
cold, bare hands. The rifles hammer
came back. and the fine trigger caught
1t with faint click.
Moreland took another step forward
and leveled the weapon across the
palings.
"Ef 1t was any use TO- We to pray.
Carlyle" he said, and his voice was
shaking and hoarse and choked. I'D
give ye time. But 1t ain't no use at all.
Look up. Face 1t. Try to be man TO
one second In yore low-down life"
Old Dale raised his head, saw David
MOreland's brother, and realized all
there was to realize. His eyes widened
q little; then look Of relief fitted
across his heavy countenance.
Shoot and even up the score" he
said bravely. and his head was high.
According to your code, 1t is just. And
I'll be able to forget at last, at last So
shoot and settle the account"
Moreiand WINGED perceptibly. The
big. crooked finger came way from the
hair-fine trigger. He had never expect
ed to hear the man whom he knew AZ
John X. Carlyle say that which he had
just said. 1t had never entered his
mind that John X. Carlyle could be
sorry. t.. b..
Then the great and bitter desire for
revenge rushed into his brain again.
and his head went down, and his keen
right eye looked along the sights and
to the kneeling mans breast. His tris.
ger anger began slowly to crook
Until this instant Elizabeth Little
ford had been a. one frozen. had been
q q figure carved In stone. Now she
sprany to her feet and went betwesa
Noreland and his ancient enemy.
"Put at gun DOWNFALL ontei tell
70. John Aoreland. what I've got to tell
vel" she cried tensely. lapsins into the
old dialect in her excitement. While
doreiand stared. she went on:
at wasn't Newton Wheatley at put
up the money to start yore coal mine
a-g0ln'; It was this man here And the
Alexander Crayheld Coal corp'ration-
which has been a-payin' you two prices
TO. yore coal-that was this man here
Mr.. Hayes was his-his ally through Il
all. And he's sorry. John Moreland,
this man Is-so sorry that he wants t.
die; and cain't ye see II. John More
landr
She caught her breath again and
continued tearfully: "Oh. he don't
desarve TO be killed. and ef he did
you're too good q man to kill him.
He's done paid-you don't know. like
do. how he's paid. You mustn't
fo'get that. And you mustn't fo'gst
Bill Dale, his sen. Put down that gun,
John Morelandi Yore people 10 saved,
az David wanted 'em saved. Now
d-d-don't 90 and s-s-spoli It all, TO-
Gods sake!'
The big mountaineer's eyes were
wids with amazement, for Elisabeth
Httlsfsrd's every word had borne the
ring Of truth. Be was too daxsd to
understand her sfiusion to Bill Dale
40 his ed enemy's 500. The rife came
back from across the palings, and 10
steel -shod butt found q place In the
snow beside John Moreiand's foot.
Slowly Joha X. Dale arose and
drew close 70 him. and then from
John K. Dale's soul came pouring the
peut.up anguish Of remorse that had
seareA II through the years. The tor
reat u words flowed on. while the
mouutaineer stood rigidly regarding
him With Q strange light In his pierc.
lag eyes.
u can't ask you to forgive me-
Dale finished tsrokenly. ~ don't -
! psct torkfveheAs: my crime was to-
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