Cheyenne Wells record. (Cheyenne Wells, Cheyenne County, Colo.) 1???-1969, 1921-10-13
CHAPTER u

IN tne Cup.
Dale found the humble homs Of hi,
ountalneer host Q home In the fullest
knse of the word.
At the MONDAY meal. he met Mrs
toreland and tho sons Of the house
bid, and they we're exactly as he had
lctured them. Mrs. Moreland was
plet, motherly, always smiling, as
traight and real as her husband. The
bns, Caleb and Luke, were as much
Ike as the fingers cn your hands
hey were tall and broad-shouldered
fey-eyed and brown-haIred.
Before sundown Dale had become
fquainted with the rest of the More.
nds. and he liked them, every one.
e was nt the cabin of his hosts gray
ID father and mother for a long time
When sopper was over John More.
md lighted the big glass lamp in the
est room. and the family and their
nest gathered there to spend the eve
ing. Then the lanky moonshIner and
mother came in.
Granny Heck had the sharp features
pd the stopped, thin figure of q witch.
be wore q faded blue bandana about
er white head. and she carried q long
ckory staff; there was a reed
emmed clay pipe In hsr mouth. and
p dark calico skirt had q tobacco
pcket In 1t.
Her SOD preceded her into the room.
walked to the center table. faced
lout, and said with q low and airy
Feep Of his right hand:
"Bill, old boy, this here's nav. Nav.
e tells fOrchunes."
so this here" creaked Granny
|eck. looking over the brass rims of
Pr spectacles. 'is Mr.. Bill! Well,
ell! Jest thought to myself at I'd
Pme up and see ye, Mr.. Bill. and tell
pre- forchune."
She dropped into the rocker that
hleb had placed fof her.
Addie." she said to the smiling Mrs.
oreland. "will ye bring me a cup half
Pll o coffee grounds7"
When the cup came. the fortune
|aler took 1t and shook It and patted
all the while muttering mysterious
ords that she had learned from the
p Indian, Cherokee Joe which
rved her purpose very we'll.
see." she mumbled more or less
(pulchrally. "a pow'ful good.lookin'
!un In q cAliker dress. with her hair
|nansin' away down her back. A bare
Poted gyurl. with big. purity eyes.
PES a'standin' on q low cliff. a-psep-
at you through the laurels, Mr..
W. This IL In the past. :.
In the future" she went on slowly,
see this here as plain a. daylight
rough a knothole; awful big man,
'th curly black hair and curly black
eard. and with eyes like a cliff
YVES; and I see you, too, Mr.. Bill;
40 see fight. . master fight-Lord
, mussy, what a hghtl But you'll
AIRY the gyurl after all. Mr.. BILL"
dale laughed. The old woman had
sscribed Babe Littleford. But who
rs the big. dark man.? Some fel.
w who had lost his heart to the
ountain girl. perhaps.
"hen the Hecks had gone, John
oreiand leaned forward and touched
= guest on the knee.
That thar big man mentioned in
ilin yore forchune," he said, might
been Black Adam Ball. Black Adam,
lives with his pap and mother a
w mile up the river. As big as
skinned hoss, he is, and plumb on
'oiy strong. He's been a-beggin' Babe
tt'eiord to marry him TO year or
70. and she won't listen to HIM.
Ef ever 70 do hat to fight Black
aam,' John Moreland went on, rye
ant to fight him with q two-eyed
etsun and buckshot. Hes the mean.
man on earth: snake-broth and
Zen vine ID religious aside O. him.
:. ontei ye begin a.makin' love to
zoe Littleford. reckon the amt no
niger o you a-havin' trouble with
sck Adam: and you. ain't likely, I
ne g. It, to make love to Babe"
But Babes the best one O. the Lit.
'ferds," declared Luke.
1ohn 4oreland reached for the
old family Bible. He
ened the Book at random.
ITS about time We was a-goln' to
y rest, and we'll 60 Jest as soon a.
!ve had prayers, Mr.. Dale"
"nen half q chapter from st. Mat
~ mad been laboriously but rever-
~ read. the Aoreiands knslt at
ss essafs aad % id nlll DaiA JoaA