The Jones County news., 1921-06-30

baby said was these here D--n John
Morelandr Il sinrfed long time ago.
and ", started over nothn' Grandpap
Lltileford and John Moreiand's pap
got IN dispute over whether Kahn
lucky was 10 virgiupy or Nawth Ca
liner and went 10 dghiin about II.
Purity soon my Uncle Saul and Abner
Moreinnd Unopened along and they
went 10 ightin, too. Thank goodness.
II was on Sunday. and none Of 'em
didn't have their rifles with EN-. What
ever else we are or amt up here. Bin
Dale we gen'ally respects the Sabbath
day 70 keep n holy. ="
- see Daie muitered syiupathet-
lcally.
i've seen my own mother set down
IN the floor and take her boys head
10 her lap oh, such a big, line boy he
was while the blood run through her
dress from Moreiand's bullet. He
died with mothers arms and mine
around him. II was all we could do
70 him, WIS 10 love him I've seen Sis
tiers watch their brothers die from
Morelnnd bullets. and young wimmen
watch their sweethearts die and wives
watch their husbands die.
n tell you. Biii Dale. them More
lands never misses when they have
even half fair shot. You'd be puff
fectly safe IN a-lettin' any Of EN- shoot
dimes from atween yore finger and
thumb all day. And It's the same wuy
with the LlitlefOrds They're lighters.
too, every one. and they don't give IN
any more than the MOrelands does
"Addie Moreinnd knows what II Is
10 take her dyin boys head ia her lap.
whilst blood run through her dress 10
her knees. His nnme was Charley.
and he was bad he'd drink. and oncet
he shot up Cartersylie. But Addie,
she alus loved him bettern Gale or
Luke. Wimmen like her alus loves
the worst boys the best; cause they
need II the most, the worst boys does.
ITS the wimmen that pays, Bill
Dale, when thes hghtin'. The vim
men o. this valley Is right now on
needles; they're afeard the menll find
their rifles. You can guess whnr the
guns went TO now, cain't ye2 The VIM
men hid 'em last night after the men
had gone TO sleep By good luck. they
had almost a whole night TO It. You
must be shore 10 keep It to yourself
but ! know ye Will. Addle Moreland,
she started the idee. She got Granny
Moreland 10 spread the word amongst
the wimmen o my people, When the
fightin' fever sort q dies down the
guns'll all be brought back and put
whar they belong
She arose aud stood there smiling
down upon him lie was staring at
the swiring wafer without seeing II
at ALL
Her voice brought him 20 himself
"What're you a-thinkin' about, BIZ
Dale?"
Dale went to his feet He saw that
She was smiling nnd he smiled, too.
- was thinking" he said. "of the
difference hetween you and some other
Women / know"
iAer clear brown eyes tldened
"Nt) J recls'Ap seen, purity Hdvv'nn'
d. III
NO, not at ALL It is--er. QUITE tn
opposite Babe. You make them ap
pear unreal Artificial
Babe Isittlefurds conntenunce bright
ened She did not doubt that he mean
il. He was not OF the sort that Hat
tered She began to like Bill Dale a
that same moment.
t.t.l 0, 4I IA
went homeward that he was beginnini
TO like Babe Littleford. He did no
fight the feeling, because it somehow
made the world Seem better place
early the following morning Dal
made ready for his journey to Cincin
natl Having learned the evening be
fore that he was going. BY Heck ha
come TO accompany him TO the Hall
way switch.
The two set out. They had thre
hours IN which TO cross David More
lands mountain before the arrival Q
Dmes tnin, and they walked lie
surely
They had not gone dozen rod
when there came from somewher
! down near the river the sound OF
4 rifle shot. Both stopped and face
about quickly.
! "rn be dadgummed ef the Littl
fords aint found their weapons + q
+. claimed BY Heck They have, igo
as shore as daugitw
I "How do you know?" Dale's vol,
p was troubled
q Il shore know" and Heck narrows
$ his gaze "'At was Ben litteford
1 old .45 Winch. I'd know that gun
heered it at the nawth pole. n
barI it's been cut Off, and Il dor
G sound like other WinchestersH
Il "Caleb Moreland was down near q
n river cleaning out the springhou
A. ditch" Dale muttered, facing his col
A. panion. Il think we'd better so BACK
ie Together they went back TO L
N cabin. John Moreland and his wi
,e and their son Luke were standing
is the weatherbeaten front gate, wi
II. their eyes turned anXiously toward {
ar river. Caleb was coming up throu
= the meadow, and he carried his hat
N his hand
n. "Who fired that shot?" asked pa
h. ben Llttleford." John Morcland 4
,d swered readily,
at Two minutes later Caleb leaped
ne old rail fence on the other side of
TO road and approached them hastily
IS. was breathing rapidly and his stro
/" young face was drawn and pale--w
~ the old hate.
IS "Weil.' said his iron father, wi
n is itT
caleb held up his broad-rimn
nj black hat and ran a finger through