Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-08-26

me-; and remember that, gentlemen.
I'll certainly drop the fellow who
starts playing hOss with me, If It's the
last move IInake on earth. Now some.
body gently use his powers Of speech.
Major Bradley, more soldierike than
ever, went forward. "As the attorney
of Mr.. Dale, who stands accused of
killing Adam Ball." he said to the Of
ficer, ~ beg leave to state that my
client will do no talking ut present"
Dale understood, and he did not
open his mouth.
But old Ball had something to say,
and he proceeded to say It:
"He killed my son, Adam" pointing
to Dale, ain cold blood. Me and about
q dozen O my kin was on our way
over Long ridge to look at bee tree.
when we heered three pistol shots. We
was right up thar" pointing to the
northward, land we come a-runnin'
Dver here to see, by comics, what was
the matter. Well, by comics, we found
Bill Dale thar down on his knees
aside O. my son, Adam, who was as
dead as HI or deader; and Bill Dale
was a-sobbin' and a-sobbin' about 1t.
And eff he never killed my son Adam,
what was he a-sobbin' and a-sobbin'
about, l ak you that? And my son
Adam, he had a rifle, by gonnies, but
he never shot none at all. He was
with us up to few minutes before, and
he hadn't shot none all morn.n'.
Shuafe Flowers, wisht yed 81 ME
good, big chaw O tobacker, by gon-
nies, cause my son Adam his death
it has made me feel bad"
Major Bradley stopped caressing his
well-kept gray imperial, walked over to
the dead mans rife, picked 1t up and
put It's muzzle to his nose. He scented
fresh powder-smoke. Then he faced
old Ball with a strange, hard glitter
in his blue eyes.
."You are liar, sir" he said with a
peculiar politeness.
A stir ran quickly over the Balls
and Torreys. Sheriff Flowers called
out:
"Qulet, there" and there was quiet.
He continued: "Where Is Mr.. Dale's
revOlvcrp
The Balls had It. They produced 1t.
1t had three empty chambers when
It should have had but one!
pass it to me butt first" ordered
the laws representative. He knew
that many q man had been shot Willie
taking a revolver barrel first, and he
was taking no chances.
Old Ball obediently turned the weap-
on around.
"Say, sheriff." he chlttered, have
We plumb fo'got about me akin ye TO
chaw O. store-bought? BY comics,
Adams death"
Flowers turned to Dale.
81 have heard through Luke More.
land" he said with more or less of
feeling in his voice, "a good many
things In your favor. I want you to
know that I'm sorry to have to take
YOU and place you In the Cartersville
iail. To show you that mean II, III
spare you the irons and allow you to
ride your own horse along beside me,
as though you were not under arrest
at ALL"
Dale bad by this time worn the keen
edge from his grief by means Vt his
great will power. He bowed Slightly
to the officer and replied with grave
courtesy:
Believe noe, sir" with the very
faintest trace of a smile, 81 am very
much obliged to you"
Luke Moreland led up the sleek
young bay that Bill Dale had named
Fox, and Dale swung himself easily
into the saddle. He faced the sheriff.
IF you're ready to go, sir" he said,
81 am"
Together they rode through the
woodland toward the broad, green val
ley, with the Littlefords, the More
lands, Major Bradley and Hayes fol-
lowing closely behind them.
Up on the side Of David Moreland's
mountain there had been silent and
unseen witness to the arrest of Bill
Dale. She was hidden behind a
gnarled and twisted clump Of sheep
laurel, sitting on patch Of tiny,
dainty, pure blue dayflowers-cruShlng
in her hands the tiny purple blossoms
that are known as Jobs tears.
Lord, what'u I do now?" she muir.
INJURED.
1t was a great and unansweraDle
question, and it was a prayer, too.
Lord, what'll l do nowT' she re-
peated.
When Bill Dale had ridden out of
her sight, she threw down the crushed
flowers and flung herself PROSTATE,
with her face close to the hemlock
needles and the earth, and wept low
and bitterly, and wept and wept-
Lord, what'll l do now|
CHAPTER xI
BY Heck Keeps a Secret.
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