The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-10-21

Ben: he's done come to! Ye couldn't
Put him in a caDno and shoot him
"g inst a cliff and kill him, Ben!
hop" we're a-feelin' all right, Bill.
shore"
Dale realized everything quite clear
~. III. put q hand to his head; there
was a wet cloth lying over the swollen
place.
."He shore give We u buster OF q
lick. drawled q voice that Dale in
stani.y recognized as that of his wor-
SHIPPER. Hy Heck. DANCED eff Gale
M"re!.nd didn't might nigh it beat
him to death. Bill!
Many men crowded to the bedside
and smiled at him, and ne smiled back
At them. Soon he asked:
Did Won capture the outfit?"
EVERY burned n Of EN-" answered
John Moreland. They're all shet up
tight in the downstairs o. the office
buiidin', Onder gyard. The amt but
on. Of EN- plumb t~eetOtslly dead, TO
q wonder; but the's a whole passet Of
EN- hurt. I've done sent Luke TO town
On h%OSSback. after 9 doctor TO o.
and Saul and Little Tom and he can
tend to ttiem crippled Balls. too. !
reckon. ef you think it's best. What're
w a-c"in' to do with them fellers, Bill?"
"We're going to take them to the
Gainesville JAIL" Dale answered
promptly.
81 had a different plan an that
planned out, john said BY Heck,
winking at Ben Littleford. II had 1t
planned out to hang EN- all on q big
green hemlock as a Christmas tree TO
Bill! Some devilish rough Christmas
eve ye're a-havin', Bill, old boy, amt
it,"
Rather" smiled Dale. He closed
bis eyes. His head ached, and he was
somehow very tired.
Within the hour he went to sleep,
and when he awOke II was daylight on
Christmas morning. Ben Littleford,
half dressed, was stirring the Goals
10 life in the wide-mOuthed stone fire
place. Dale felt better than he had
expected to feel; he greeted Little
ford with the compliments of the sea
son. arose and dressed himself.
LirtIefOrd had just gone with q
handful OF klndling wood toward
the Kitchen, when there was a Iow.
iight tapping at the outside door OF
Biii Oates ro",m. Date arose from
> 800, -, I:..I -. &c. ~
Ihc,rl To" fire. went t. t.. door at.
opened II. Before him stood a slim,
boy in the poorest of rags;
IN the pitifully Slender arms there waX
something wrapped rather loosely in
rrump'ed brown paper. Dale did net
having seen The lad before,
Dul he knew il WAS no Littleford.
Come in. son" he invited cordial
.y-"corne IN and warm Yourself. My
goodness alive, lis too cold to 90
,arefooled like that, Invent you any
SOM"
"Shoe>;' mutlered The boy. queerIy.
Shoes
He WAS >hiverinS from The cold. His
hin face looked pinched and blue. his
yes big and hollow. Dale stopped,
picked him up bodily. carried him to
he old rocker he had just vacated,
Pun him into il with hands as gen
le Is any woman's.
lit" began the boy, staring
ard-"What-'
view stick your feet ont and warm
hem. >0n-thats it," and Dale chafed /
he poor little, dirty. haIf-fr"zen feet
nd legs.
Son. lie went az after q moment, ,
is heart %thrOhbine gu Of sheer pity, |
Won 90 to the cumIniS>ary clerk and j
ell him 10 dress you up like the
prince Of England, If he's got ,
and charge the same To the account
T Bill Dale. Ii viii he my Christmas
III to you, lille boy. What's your
The lad turned his surprised black
yes upon the face OF the big and sun
man.
Are YOU Bill Dale?" |,
Yes"
That which the hay said next struck