The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-08-11

he rose and fell groaning. Perhaps he
meant to draw you into the open. that
ne might have clean shot at you.
Eh?"
Dale shook his head goomily.
Hardly plausible. major. In that
event there was nothing against the
man whose bullet finished Ball, be-
eause ne did 1t to save me; and he
would have owned to 1t and prevented
my arrest. man who liked me well
enough to kill Ball to save nv life
would like me we'll enough to confess
and save me from suffering for it I
am sure OF that. major"
"Ah. my boy" smiled the older OF
the two.' "you don't yet know the noun.
tain heart. Jail Is a terrible thing to
the hberty-loving mountaineer. But
love or you. and love Of fair-dealing,
VIII soon overcome the fear of Jail,
and you will be freed-if what
strongly suspect proves to be well
founded. I'll leave you now. Dale m
see you In the morning, sir. Good.
night"
When his optimistic attorney had
gone, Dale glanced once more at the
to him miserable line from Dante's
Inferno" and began to remove H.,
outer clothing preparatory to going to
bed. He did not feel anything like so
confident concerning the outcome OF
his trial as Major Bradley evidently
felt. Then he became even more
detected, and he told himself that the
major had spoken so reassuringly
merely to help him keep up heart.
The night passed, and another bright
summer day dawned, and In the Car
Srsvile jail there was one prisoner
who had not slept at ALL Each OF
those long and heavy black hours had
been an age to this prisoner to whom
jail was so new.
At noon furious windstorm. ac-
companied by much vivid lightning
and binding rain, sprang out of the
west and began to sweep the country
side and out of the lowering wet gloom
there came one to deliver Bill Dale.
He was mOuntaineer, young and stall
wart and strong, and about him there
was much OF that certain English fine
ness that was so striking in hts father.
lie entered the low. square building
or brick and stone and stopped In the
center ce the corridor where he stood
"hl!e water ran from his wet clothing
and gathered In little pools at u y feet.
ana looked to his right and to his left,
Dale saw him, and cried out In sur.
prise:
"Calebl"
l.
head up and his shoulders back, a
splendid picture Of virile young man.
hood. to the end of the corridor. He
gripped two Of the doors hated bars,
bars that had long been worn smooth
by other human hands; he pressed his
smoothly shaven, sunburned face
against the iron, and smiled
How are ye a-feelin' by this time,
BIZ? It's some HI of a place, amt
I it?"
I Dale took step toward him. well,
you doing here, Calet
i've come to set you free" said
Caleb Moreland.
Dale stared unbclievingly. "But
that is impossible, Gale. How could
you set me free?"
Call Tom Flowers, and iii sight
ye."
Dale called, and the officer came i'm
mediately. Caleb Moreland turned
from the cell door and faced him.
I've come here to own up to the
KILN O Black Adam Ball." began the
young hillman.
He swallowed, went a trifle pale un-
der his tan, and continued bravely:
"Bill Dale thar, he never done 1t. I
am the one at done it. Bill he shot at
Adam, but he missed-Adam had done
shot at Bill fust, y'onderstand, Tom.