Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1921-09-23

death has made me feel sort o. bad,
and tobacker's allus a consolation"
The sounds of the shooting had car
ried far, and it wasn't long until the
scene of the tragedy was crowded with
Balls and Torreys, Littlefords and
Morelands. Major Bradley and Hayes,
too, were there Every man of them
was armed; a very little thing might
easily turn the place into a shambies.
The major saw this, and he was
afraid He drew the leaders OF the
Morelands and the Littlefords aside,
and finally prevailed upon them to do
their utmost toward keeping peace I'M
til the coming of the sheriff.
At first John Moreland and Ben Lit
tleford were for taking Bill Dale from
the Balls and Torreys who guarded
him, if they had to depopulate the
whole Ball settlement, Jerusalem Cove
and Hatton's Hell to accomplish it!
Happily. the majors counsel prevailed.
Sheriff Tom Flowers was tall and
1.-the, smooth-faced man. He arrived
with Luke Moreland at noon, after
hours of hard riding. He saw the high
tension, and Immediately steeled him
self to handle the situation. After
riding straight to the center Of the
gathering and there hating his horse,
he said evenly:
I'm order that may know who to
arrest, / must know something of the
circumstances. Only one man must
speak at time. No playing bad with
me; and remember that, gentlemen.
I'll certainly drop the fellow who
starts playing boss with me, if it's the
last move make on earth. Now some
body gently use his powers of speech"
Major Bradley, more soldierlike than
ever went forward. "As the attorney
of Mr. Dale, who stands accused of
killing Adam Ball." he said to the Of
fcer, II beg leave to state that my
client will do no talking at 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, ''in cold blood. Me and about
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'
over 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
was a-Sobbin' and a-sobbin' about it.
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 rife, by comics, but
he never shot none at all. He was
with us up to few minutes before, and
he hadn't shot none all mornin'.
Shuriff Flowers, / wisht ye'd gil me a
good, big chaw G. tobacker, by gon-
MES, 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 rifle, picked it up and
put its 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.
4 A stir ran quickly over the Balls
and Torreys. Sheriff Flowers called
/ out:
"Quiet, there! T. and there was quiet.
He continued: where is Mr.. Dale's
revolver?"
The Balls had it. They produced it.
It had three empty chambers when
it should have had but one!
"Pass it to me butt first" ordered
the laws representative. He knew