Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-07-15

I'm a-goin' over thar now. Want 10
go long? Say-dang my picture q l
didn't fo'git to ak what might be yore
name, mister!"
bill Dale" came quickly-"Bill
Dale. Settlement? Sure Lead the
way, BY Heck. Who's the young Woln-
an was talking with when you came
up?"
"Who? Her? That's old Ben Little
ford's gyurl. Her names Babe. That's
what they call her. She's got another
name: but it amt been used TO SO
long it's been fo'gOt, | reckon. She's
the youngest one o. old Ben's children.
She hain't like none O. the rest O. the
Littlefords. By gosh, she's awful high
headed. She can read good, Babe can.
Old Major Bradley, from down at Car
tersville in the lowland, he spends his
summers up here TO- his health, and he
teached Babe how to read. Fine fell
Ter, Major Bradley. Lawyer. Babe
she has done read everything In the
whole DANCED country The's sev'ral
Bibles, and a book about a Pilgrim 3
Progress, and a Bakers Hoss and
Cattle Almaneck, and a dic-dictiOnary.
"But we'd better light out TO the
settlement, Mr.. Bill, or We'll miss din
ner, mebbe. I'm a plumb DANCED fool
about eatin'. l ct twenty-five biscuits
O. four-bread this mornin' TO break
fus', asides a whole billed hamshahk,
and other things accOrdin'. It's the
dyin' truth! Come on, Mr.. Bill"
They went down to the creek,
crossed 1t on stones, and began to
climb the low cliff.
After an hours travelling Heck
stopped In the trail and put the butt
of his rifle to the ground.
From right here, Bill" he said, I'VE
can see every house in the whole
DANCED settlement"
They were standing on the crest Of
David Moreland's mountain. Below
them lay a broad valley checkered
with small farms; and each farm had
it's log cabin, it's log barn and it's apple
orchard. Beyond it all rose the great
and majestic Big Pine, which was
higher and more rugged with cliffs
than David Moreland's mountain.
1.-THE Morelands lives ON this side o.
the river, and the LittlefOrds lives on
van sde," drawled Heck. "They don't
never have nothing to dO with each
other, but they don't hardly ever fight
they're all strappin' big men, and they
fights SO DANCED hard it don't pay. My
gosh, BAl, every man of 'em can shoot
gnat's eyelash off at four hundred
yards-I wisht l may drap dead eff
they cain'tl Do ye see that big cabin
right plumb in the middle O. the nigh
half O. the settlement, Bill? Well, the
boss O. the Morelands he lives thar
to go. Bill, sence we've got a oncyor-
able case o. the disease knowed as
cOal-on-the-brain. But can tell We
aforehand, you amt got enough money
to bay that coal, don't matter how
much money we've got"
Dale was not looking toward John
Moreland's home now. His gaze had
wandered to the other side OF the
river. By Heck waited a full minute
for reply to his speech, then he
spoke again:
1.-THE gyurl, or the Goals that
what's a-botherin' We, Bill?"
Dale's eyes twinkled. Must l choose
between them?" he laughed.
"Shore!" BY Heck wasn't even smil-
ing. "Shore! The Morelands and
Littlefords hates each other wuss nor
q blue-tailed hawk hates crow. The
gyurl, or the coal, Bill?'
"We'll go down to John Moreland's, y
| announced Dale.
The mountaineer took up his rifle
LET me gi We word or two O. warn
in" he continued seriously. Don't
you offer to pay John MOreland TO
! eatin' his grub, nor fo' sleepin' in his
bed. nor fo' chawin his tobacker Et