The Belding banner-news. (Belding, Mich.) 1918-1973, 1921-07-06
CHAP Err I.
David Moreland's Mountain.

Carlyle Wilburton Dale-known TO
himself and few close friends as Bill
Dale-had laid out course of action
almost before the northbound train
had left the outskirts OF the state cap
ital behind. 1t incurred facing big
odds; but other men had faced big
odds and won out, and what others
had done he could do. Indeed. he had
already done several things which
other men might not have thought of
doing. and one OF them was leaving
bride. not figurntively but literally, at
the altar in fashionable church But
he knew Patricia hadn't wanted to
marry him any more than he had
wanted TO marry her.
Ii was only natural for him To think
OF coal, now that he had cut loose for
all time from the "set" in which he
had always been colossal misfit, now
that he must pull his own oars or vir-
tually perish. He had heard coal
talked since the day of his birth; 10
him coal and business meant exactly
the same,
One OF his fathers associates had
often spoken of fine vein in the
mountains of eastern Tennessee-had
often tried To persuade his father TO
look into il, 10 no avail Young Dale re-
membered that this vein lay not far
from y long railroad siding called the
Halfway Switch. in the vicinity OF Big
Pine mountain. The owners were
mountain folk of English descent, his
fathers associate had said. Decidedly
strange, thought Dale, that his father
had never cared to investigate 1t.
The cindery little train reached the
long siding about the middle of fine
spring morning. Dale took up his bag.
FASTENED out, and soon found himself
standing alone in the heart Of an ex-
tremely wild section of country.
When the noises OF the little train
and the fast mail II had just met bad
died away, there came the saucy chat
tering of boomer-squirrels and the
sweet twittering OF birds. Dale caught
the joyous spirit. He could have
fairly shouted out OF the fullness of
his very human heart. Here all was
unspolled and unprofaned, and some
thing whispered within him:
''They won't call you savage
here-make this your own country
From somewhere on nearby
mountainside rifles keen report split
the air; bullet whined like mad
hornet; Dales hat jumped little on
his head.
The awakening was exceedingly
rude Dale wheeled, his gray eyes
ablaze, and saw only tiny cloud Of
smoke-mist rising from the laurels
more than fifty feet away.
"Come out. you coward !" he roared.
Come out and let me see you" curl
osity taking the place Of anger in his
voice. I've always wanted to know
just what real highwayman was
like"
The muffied sound OF twig break
ing a short distance of to his left next
claimed his attention. He was being
closely watched by pair of the fin
est, clearest brown eyes he had ever
seen. He saw her eyes first; he never
forgot that.
She was standing on low cliff be-
yond the sparkling creek that flowed
beside the railroad, and she was par
TALLY hidden by a clump Of blooming
laurel. But Dale could see that she
was about twenty; that every line Of
her rounded, graceful figure whis-
pered of doelike strength; that she
was as straight as young pine; that
! her chestnut-brown hair caught the
sunlight, and that her face was oval
shaped and handsome-rather than
pretty-in spite Of its tan.
Dale took Off his hat. There was a
bullet hole In the very top Of its high
peaked crown.
"whe's the robber7" he frowned.
The girl blushed.
"Mebbe he amt a robber," she said.
"Mebbe he thought you was somebody
else. Anyhow, you amt bad hurt, are
YEP
Dale smiled. "Oh, not seriouslyr'
you amt likely to be. eff ye behave
yeseI ~.
"If behave myseif-r' Dale
laughed. "why, couldn't be naughty
II tried; I'm the one and only man.
mas little Willie-boylI wonder II I