The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-07-14

Babe smiled smile that was some
how pitiful, and turned on.
'~The' amt no use In a-argyin' with
you, pap" she said hopelessly. III
might nigh wisht l was dead"
At that instant the gate creaked
open. Babe glanced toward it and saw
coming that black beast Of a man.
Adam Ball the Goliath. and he was
armed heavily In one hand he carried
q new high-power repeating rifle, and
around his great waist there was a
new belt bristling with long, bright
smokeless cartridges htted with steel
jacketed bullets.
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When Dale and his companion
reached the cabin, Addie Moreland met
them. Anxiety was breaking her
heart.
"Mr. Daie,v - vfSsseA, II xsat you
to go down thar - Ne river sad see
ef the's anything ye can do to stop
It afore It begins. You jest walk out
bold In the open and ye won't be shot
at, and I'll be obleeged to We. Oh, !
know the amt but one chanst In ten
thousand. but I'm a-prayin' yen strike
that one chanst."
Dale knew that he could do nothing
toward bringing peace, and he knew
that John Moreland would be angry
at his interfering. But he nodded and
went toward the river. He didn't have
the heart In him to refuse.
Theu there came the keen thunder of
o rifle shot.
Dale halted for q moment. Between
two sycamores on the nearer side OF
the river he saw q pun Of smoke ris-
ing lazily from behind q water oak or
the farther side; q Littleford had fired
nrst. Dale went on, moving rapidly
and trying to keep himself always in
plain view.
and report from one of the More.
land rifles, then shots from both sides
- and the battle was on. Dale heard
the nasty whine OF q bullet In full
flight; he heard the coarse "zzz" Of q
half-spent ricochet. He knew that he
was In some danger now. and he was
surprised to lind that he was no,
frightened.
When he halted again 1t was on his
knees behind the big white sycamore
that sheltered John Moreland.
Back, are ye?" rrowned the noun
taineer. And with the grimmest hu
NOR, II reckon ye had fine, large
time In Cincinnaty. Yore friend Har
ris was we'll, hope. Git that money
from him7"
"Cut that out" said Bill Dale. II,
doesn't get US anywhere"
A bullet threw particles Of sycamore
bark to his face, interrupting. John
Moreland pointed to a green furrow ir
the side Of the tree.
"ScG L!ttIcfcrd h.sself," said More
land. Hes ahind O. that water oak
acrost thar. Don't stick yore head
outl"
The mountaineer turned his gaze
over Dale'S shoulder, and his counte.
nance seemed to freeze. Dale looked
around quickly and saw Babe Little.
FORD. less than ten feet behind him
she had crept up through the tail
grasses and weeds. In one hand she
carried white tag made of mans
handkerchief and willow switch. She
halted and sat up.
"Babei" Dale cried out. "What are
you doing hereT
Babe gave him a pale smile. "Ef
pap'd shoot me. a-thinkin' was q
Moreland. mebbe it'd stop the ever.
lastin' tghtin'," she said.
John Moreland stared, and Bill Dale
stared. They were in Presence, and
they knew 1t. Babe went on:
"I've come to save all O. yore lives
but eff do 1t, yen hat to make yore
men quit a-hghtin' right now-jest or.
der 'em to stop s-shootin', and hold
up this here-and l promise ye on q
Litteford's word at papl call ye q
better man an him cause We done
it"
She tossed the white flag to him
The amt no time 20 lose, John More
land; hold up the tiagI Ef ye don't
yell every one be killed, cause ye're
every one I'm q trap"
Il don't believe ye, Babel" snapped
the Moreland chief. "Yore people can
hold up white rag Jest as well as
we cant"
Babe went paler. There was a sud
den burst Of firing from the Moreland
rifles. and she crept q little nearer to
John Moreland In order that he Nigh,
hear plainly that which she had to tell
him next.
I'm a-goin' to tell ye O. this dan.
ger" she said, land trust to you a-bein