The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-08-11

But didn't mics. don't never miss.
I'm a plumb tombstone shot. They
alius rules me out at any shootin'
match. I'd ba' owned up to Il yeste'-
day, but the thought o. fail had me
skeered bad. Jest CANT let as good
man as BIZ Dale thar suffer 70
thing l done myself. So you let him
out, Tom, and put the right man in
thar"
Flowers had a good heart, and this
touched 1t. But he was not very much
surprised.
"rell us about It, Caleb" he re-
quested.
Caleb looked toward Dale, then he
faced the lord Of Cartersville's little
prison again.
well, shurifr, when seed Bill Dale
go Off toward the trustle by bisse!f
and alone. knowed right then he was
In danger o bein' laywayed by some
O them thar lowdown Balls and
Cherokee Torreys. So 1 decides to
foller after him and gyard him, with
out him a-knowin' anything about Il. -
which same done. When he met
Adam Ball"
''S piohe OIl dDTupuy.
Go on" urged Flowers.
Il reckon won't" smiled Caleb.
ana his eyes were still twinkling. "I
reckon l won't do no more talkin' iest
now. Yes, l reckon the proper place
70 me to do my big talkin' Is In the
cotehouse at my trial. Lock me I'M
will We TomT
"We'll see," said Flowers.
forthwith he dispatched a deputy
Tor Judge Carter and Major Bradley.
who fastened to the jail.
An hour later Caleb Moreland WAS
the occupant OF the cell at the end Of
the whitewashed corridor, and Dale
was mounting his bay horse Fox to
ride bacls into the heart Of the ever
lasting hills. He arrived two hours
after nightfall The Morelands were
glad to see him, and the Littlefords
were glad to see him. There was re-
Joicing there in the broad valley that
lies between David Moreland's noun
tain and the Big Pine. Everybody had
been expecting him, and many were
the pairs Of eyes that had been watch
Ing for him. He found himself sud.
denly wishing. with a tightening at his
throat, that his father could know
how much bigger and how much bet
ter it was to be thus esteemed than
to he wealthy.
Luke took charge of his tired horse
and led it away to the old log harm
and to some fifteen ears of yellow
corn. Luke's father escorted him
proudly, the guest Of honor, in to one
Of Addie Moreland's Incompatible old.
fashioned suppers, which vas none
the worse for being late. Several
Iittlefords sat at the long home.
made table
John Moreland turned UP the light
little. and cracked a worn but time
~ joke; hen he looked toward one
Of The men whom he had fought
throughout many years. and muttsred
into his thick brown beard:
saul, friend, will ye do us the rs-
Vor o akin the blessin, eff ye please7'
shore, john, u course.
Saul Littleford, the very illIterate,
laced his big fingers together across
his plate, bent his head, and told the
good Almighty that they were all
very much obliged to Him for the fine
supper they had before them, for Ad-
die Morelund who had cooked 1t, for
peace. and for Bill Dale.
1t was almost midnight when the
visitors left. They had been sitting
outside, on the honeysuckle-scented
front porch and in the cabin yard. At
last Bill Dale and John Moreland
were left together on the porch.
"There's thing that has puzzled
me since the moment ] got here this
evening"" said Dale. "Why is Ii that
nobody seems TO be grieving over
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