Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1921-09-01
CHAPTER xI,-cOntlnusd.


John M0reland turned up the light
little, and cracked a worn but time
~ joke; then he looked toward one
Of the men whom he had fought
throughout many years. and muttered
into his thick brown beard:
saul, friend, will We do US the ia
vor O. AKIN the blessin', ef ye pleased"
"ShOre, John, o. course"
Saul LittlefOrd, the very illiterate,
laced his big fingers together across
his plate, bent his head. and told the
good Almighty that they we're all
very much obliged to Him for the fine
! supper they had before them, for Ad-
die MOreland who had cooked 1t, for
peace, and for Bill Dale.
1 1t was almost midnight when the
I visitors left. They had been sitting
4 outside, on the honeysuckle-Scented
front porch and In the cabin yard. At
last Bill Dale and John Moreland
were left together on the porch.
there's a thing that has puzzled
me since the moment got here this
evening"" said Dale. "Why is it that
nobody seems to be grieving over
+ Calebs being In jailT"
The big hillman's answer came al
most sharply: "No Moreland ever
4 grleved over a sacrifyce, BILL"
Dale sat up straight. "A sacrifice
What do you meanT
This. time the big hillman's answer
came slowly. II mean at Gale he's
a-takin' all O. the load off o yOre
shoulders at he can. Gale he's a-takin'
yOre place in Jail ontel the trial comes
OF, which1l be at the October term
O. cote. He trusts you to come back
and set him free on the day O the
trial. O. course you'll do it; we hain't
never doubted that TO- one little min
ute, Bill. But it wasn't all done TO-
yore IKE. You're the hope o. the
Morela us, and you can do a heap
more here AN Caleb cam"
He leaned toward Bill Dale and
went on in a confidential tone:
"And I can tell We this here. eff
you're found guilty O KILN Adam
Ball, and sentenced TO- even one year,
the MOrelands and the Littlefords is
a-goin' to take We from the officers and
turn We loose with good, long start
on the law"
Wouldn't that be rather"
Dale broke off because he had seen
the tall figure Of man appear in the
open gateway. 1t was By Heck, and
he spoke.
Hello, John Morelandw
"Hello yeself!" growled Moreland,
who was not at all pleased at the in
terruption.
] Heck advanced, carrying his rifle
by its muzzle. He halted with one
foot on the stone step.
i've got news To- We, BILL" he said,
recognizing Dale even in the dark
ness. "I've been a-eavesdrappin' up
at old Balls house, and had to choke
about ten dawgs to do it. Bill, old
boy, them Balls has done swOre BY
everything on earth and In Heaven
and in Torment at they'll kill you ef
the law don't. IgOd, ye'd better watch
out Bill"
John Moreland rose from his chair.
much obleeged to We, By. And good
might to We. Les go into the house,
Bill. didn't think them id pole.
cats had that much narve-and don't
hardly believe 1t yit. It might ha' been
white ticker a-talkln. Their kind o
white ticker amt hawnest, like BY
Heck's is. though his'n Is bad enough.
Their klnd'll make a man resurrect
his dead inemies out o. the graveyard
and shoot 'em up all over again. It
amt a-goin' to do a great deal o harm,
Bill, ef We don't light no lamp when
We 60 to bed. A man CANT never tell
Jest what's a-goin' to happen"
"And the Ball-Torrey outfit" Dale
began, when the Moreland chief cut In
EFF the Ball-Torrey outfit posters
you, they're every one purity burned
apt to die with what is knowed genial
ay in this section as the ride-buIlet dis
ease"
AnAn~Rn VIM