The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-07-28
luck. and Ill tackle him as soon as ne

luck, and Ill tackle him as soon an ne
comes"
Together they started across David
horeland's mountain. walking rapidly,
with Dale leading.
Darkness came down on them when
they had covered half the distance.
Inc great hemlocks and pOplars
loomed spectral and gaunt In the early
starlight. The almost impenetrable
tmckets OF laurel and Ivy whispered
uncanny things. and their seas Of pink
and snowy bloom looked somehow
ghostly. Now and then there was the
pattering of some little animars feet
on the dry, hard leaves Of bygone
years. A solitary brown owl poured
out Its heart In weird and melancholy
cries to the night 1t loved. There was
the faint, far-ofr baying of a hound,
and the soft swish OF a nighthawk's
wings.
Men from the core of civilization
must feel these things OF the wilder
Suddenly Dale drew back and stood
still. In the trail ahead, standing as
modonless as the trees about him, was
the tall figure Of man. 1t was almost
as though he were there to bar the
way.
The two went on slowly. The figure
didn't move. Dale spoke, and the form
came to life. 1t was BY Heck; he was
leaning on the muzzle OF his rifle.
Its you, is 1t, Bill, old boy?" He
yawned sluggishly. 81 was a-waitin.
here TO you. l reckon l must ha'
went to sleep a-standin' here on my
feet! I've got news, Bill"
"Out with it."
i've been a.trailin' Henderson Con
all day." Heck said in guarded tones
Hes shore got them lowdown Balls
to believin' they're already million
hairs"
II knew that" said Dale. That's
not news"
But that amt ALL" BY Heck went
ON. "Goff's got Saul Littleford, too
lock, stock, bar'l and sights. He owns
Saul Jest the same as l own my old
spotted coon dawg Dime. Saul he
gifts him a Job a-bein' mine boss, and
what other Littlefords at will stick
gifts Jobs a-diggin' the black di'mont at
two dollars day. Asides, all OF 'em
Is to have a big lot O. money when
the dividin'-up time comes, says Gofr."
Much obliged to you, BY" Dale ac-
knowledged. Let's go; bout face,
ByI I'm goin' to tie hard knot in
that vilainous game Of Henderson
Gotr's."
They reached John Moreland's cabin
less than an hour later. Moreland
and his son had just returned from
Cartersville, and Dale learned through
Hayes that the two hillmen had shown
good Judgment and some business
sense In making their purchases.
When the evening meal was over
Dale drew John Moreland out to the
cabin yard, where the many old-fash.
ioned flowers made the night air sweet
with their blended odors For a mo-
ment Dale stood looking toward the
very bright stars and thinking: then
he told the big man at his side OF
Gor's plan concerning the Littlefords,
ana strongly urged the making of
friendship between the two clans.
'"rhe snakew mumbled John More
land.
He a~pcared TO be worried about IL
He folded his arms, walked to the .,;.
and back 70 Daie without utter ne a..
other word. II was hard for him to
throw down completely the hatred OF
years upon years. Had 1t been any
other person than Bill Dale. a fighter
a1ter his own heart, who had asked
1t, he never would have even consid-
cred 1t; he would have said quickly:
We'll thrash the Balls and the Lit
uefOrds, tool"
The younger man read something OF
the others thoughts.
with the help Of the law" said he.
we might whip them ALL But 1t
would mean a great deal Of bloodshed
at best The Littlefords are Babes
people, y'know. like Babe. You