Cleveland County herald., 1921-07-14
CHAPTER II
In the Cup.

Dale found the humble home of his mountaineer host a home in the fullest sense of the word.
 At the monday meal, he met Mrs. Moreland and the sons of the house. hold and they were exactly as he had pictured them. Mrs. Moreland was quiet, motherly, always smiling, as straight and real as her husband The sons, Caleb and Luke, were as much alike as the fingers on your hands they were tall and road-shouldered, grey-eyed and brown-haired.
 Before sundown Dale had become acquainted with the rest of the More lands, and he liked them, every one. He was at the cabin of his hosts gray old father and mother for long time
 When supper was over John More land lighted the big glass lamp in the best room, and the family and titeir guest gathered there to spend the eve ming. Then the lanky moonshiner and his mother came in.
 Granny Heck had the sharp features and the stopped, thin figure of q witch. She wore a faded blue bandana about her white head, and she carried long hickory staff there was reed stemmed clay pipe in her mouth, and her dark calico skirt had a tobacco pocket in it.
 Her son preceded her into the room He walked to the center table, faced about, and said with low and airy SWear of his riqht hand.
 Bill old boy, this here's maw. Nav, she tells forchunes."
 "So this here," creaked Granny Heck, looking over the brass rims of her spectacles, ''is MT. Bill Well, well jest thought to myself 'at I'd come up and see ye, Mir Bill, and tell yore forchune."
 She dropped into the rocker that Caleb had placed for her.
 "Addie," she said to the smiling Mrs. Moreland, twill ye bring me cup half full O coffee grounds?"
 When the cup came, the fortune teller took it and shook it and patted it, all the while muttering mysterious words that she had learned from the N'N NAiN'eiA, NiiSiohtC JOC WHICH served her purpose very well.
 T see," she mumbled more or less sepulchrally, "a pow'ful good-loozin' gyurl in a caliker dress, with her hair a-hangin' away down her back. A bare footed gyurl, with big, purity eyes Shes a-standin' on a low clift, a-peep- in at you through the laurels. Mir. Kill Thic iS in
 Tn the future," she went on slowly. Il see this here as plain as daylight through a knothole; awful big man. with curly black hair and curly black beard, and with eyes like clift- hawks; and I see you, too, MT. Bill; and I see a fight, master fight-Lord Ia mussy, what a fight But you'll marry the gyurl after all, Mr. Bill"
 Dale laughed. The old woman had described Babe Littleford But who was the "big, dark man? Some fel- low who had lost his heart to the mountain girl, perhaps.
 When the Hecks had gone, John Moreland leaned forward and touched his guest on the knee.
 iidt tudr DlS man mentioned III tellin yore forchune,"' he said, might ha' been Black Adam Ball. Black Adam, he lives with his pap and mother a few mile up the river. AS big as skinned hoss, he is, and plumb on- godly strong. He's been a-beggin' Babe Littleford to marry him fo' a year or two, and she won't listen 70 hlm.
 Eff ever ye do haf to fight Black Adam John Moreland went on, Eye want to fight him wi.h two-eyed shotgun and buckshot. He's the mean est man on earth; snake-broth and pizen vine is religious aside O him. But ontel ye begin a-makin' love to Babe Littleford, reckon the aint no danger O you a-havin' trouble with Black Adam; and you ain't likely, I take it, to make love to Babe"
 But Babes the best one O the Lit tlefords" declared Luke.
 John Moreland reached for the leatherbound old family Bible. lie opened the Book at random.
 Its about time we was a-goin' to our rest, and we'll go jest as soon as we've had prayers. MT. Dale"
 When half chapter from St. Mat thew had been laboriously but reyer- ently read, the Morelands knelt at their chairs and 50 cid Rill Dale. John