The Glenwood post., 1921-10-08


surprised.
Tell US about 1t, Caleb" he re-
quested.
Caleb looked toward Dale, then he
faced the lord of Cartersville's little
prison again.
"Well, shuriff, when seed Bill Dale
60 of toward the trustle by hisself
and alone, I knowed right then he was
in danger o. bein' laywayed by some
O. them thar lowdown Balls and
Cherokee Torreys. SO l decides to
foller after him and gyard him. with
out him a-knowin' anything about IT,
which same I done When he met
Adam Ball"
He broke of abruptly.
"Go on" urged Flowers.
II reckon I won't" smiled Caleb
and his eyes were still twinkling "a
reckon I won't do no more talkin' jest
now. Yes. l reckon the proper place
TO- me to do my big talkin' is in the
co'tehouse .at my trial. Lock me up
will ye Tomr
"We'll see," said Flowers
Forthwith he dispatched deputy
for Judge Carter and Major Bradley
who hastened 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 t"
ride back into the heart of the ever
lasting hills. He arrived two hours
after nightfall The Morelands We're
glad to see him, ard the Littlefords
were glad to see him. There was rc.
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 tightening at his
throat, that his father could know
how much bigger and how much bet,
ter 1t was to be thus esteemed than
to he wealthy.
Luke took charge Of his tired horse
and led it away to the old log barn
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 suppen, which was none
the worse for being late. Several
Littlefords sat at the long, home
made table
John Moreland turned up the light
little and cracked a worn out time
ly Joke: then he looked toward one
Of the men whom he had fought
throughout many years, and muttsred
into his thick brown beard:
'Aau!. ir.cnu. VIII yc do MS the ra-
vor o as'n the bIessn'. If ye please"
shore. John. o 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 nne
supper they had before thsm, for Ad-
die Moreland 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 hOneysuck!e-scented
front porch and In the cabin yard. Al
last Bill Dale and John Moreland
were left together on the porch.
There's thing that has puzzled
me since the moment l got here this
evening" said Dale. why is 1t that
nobody seems to be grieving over
Caleb's being in jaily'
The big hillmans answer came al
most sharply: "No Moreland ever
grieved over sacrfyce, Bill"
Dale sat up straight. "A SACRIFICED
What do you menny'
This time the big hiIiman's answer
came slowly. u mean 'at Gale he's
a-takin' all O. the loud OF o yore
shoulders at he can. Cole he's a-sakin'
yore place in jail ontel the trial comes
OFT, which'll be AT tho October term
o. cote. He trusts yosp to come back
and set him free on the day o the
trial. O. course you'll do 1t; we hain't
never doubted that 70 one little min
ute, BILL But 1t wasn't all done TO
yore sake. You're the hope o the
Moreiands, and you can do heap
more here an Caleb can"
He leaned toward Bill Dale and
went on In 4 confidential tone:
'And I can tell ye this hcse ef
you're found guilty o KILN Adam
Ball, and sentenced TO even one year.
the Norelands and the Littlefsrds Is
a-goin' to take ye from the onicers and
turn ye loose with Il good. long start
m the law"
"wouldn't that be rather"
Dale broke OF becnuse he had seen
the tall figure OF man appear III the
open gateway. II wns BY Heck, and
he spoke.
"Helio, John Moreland" !"
Hello yeself" grOwled Morelnnd
who was not at all pleased at the In
corruption.
Heck advanced. carrying hi. RID