The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1921-07-01
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In the CUP.

In the Cup.
Dale found the humble home of his
mOHntaineer host a home in the fullest
sense of the word.
At the monday meal, he met Mrs
MOreland and the sons Of the house
hold, and they were exactly as he had
pictured them. Mrs. MOreland was
quiet, mOtherly, always smiling, as
straight and real as her husband. The
onS Caleb and Luke, were as much
alike as the fingers on your hands
they were tall and broad-shOuldered,
grey-eyed and brown-haired.
Before shutdown Dale had become
acquainted with the rest of the More
lands, n he liked them, every one.
He was at the cabin of his hosts gray
old father and mother for q long time,
When supper was owe John More
land lighted the big glass lamp in the
best room, and the family and their
guest gathered there to spend the eve
ming. Then the lanky mOonshiner and
his mother came in.
Granny Heck had the sharp features
n the stopped, thin figure of a witch.
She wore a faded blue bandana about
her white head, and she carried a long
. hickory staff; there was a reed.
stemmed clay pipe in her mouth, and
her dark calico skirt had a tobacco
pocket in it.
Her son preceded her into the room.
He walked to the center table, faced
about, and said with a low and airy
sweep Of his right hand:
BILL, old boy. this here's NAV. Nav,
she tells forchunes."
$50 his here" creaked Granny
Heck, looking over the brass rims of
her s~pectacles, "is Mr.. Bill! Well,
we'll! l jest thought to myself at I'd
come up and see We, Mr.. Bill, and tell
yore f%orchune."
She dropped into the rocker that
Caleb had placed for her.
"Addie," she said to the smiling Mrs.
MOreland, twill We bring me a cup half
full O. coffee grounds?"
When the cup came, the fortune
teller took 1t and shook 1t and patted
it, all the while muttering mysterious
words that she had learned from the
old Indian, Cherokee joe which
served her purpose very well.
II see," she mumbled more or less
sepulchrally, "a pow'ful good-lookin'
gyurl in a caliker dress, with her hair
a-hangin' away down her back. A bare
footed gyurl, with big, purity eyes.
She's a-standin' on a low cliff, a-peep-
in at you through the ~laurels, Mr..
Bill. This is in the past.
In the future" she went on slowly.
II see this here a. plain as daylight
through a knothOle; a awful big man,
with curly black hair and curly black
beard, and with eyes like q cliff
hawks; and 1 see you, too, Mr.. Bill;
and 1 see a fight, a master fight-Lord
Ia mussy, what a fight! But you'll
marry the gyun after all, Mr.. BILL"
Dale laughed. The old woman had
described Babe Littleford. But who
\ was the "big. dark man"7 Some fel-
Low who a lost his heart to the
mountain girl, perhaps.
When the Hecks had gone, John
Moreland leaned forward and touched
HIS guest ON the knee.
THAT thar big man mentioned In
tellin' yore forchune," he said. might
ha' been Black Adam Ball. Black Adam,
he lives with his pap and mother q
few mile up the river. As big as
a skinned boss, he is. and plumb on
cody strong. He's been a-beggin' Babe
Littleford to marry him. TO- q year or
two, and she won't listen to HIM.
EFF ever ye do hat to fight Black
ADAM" John Moreland went on, I'VE
want to fight him with a two-eyed
shotgun and buckshot. He's the mean
est man on earth; snake-broth and
pizen vine Is religious aside o. him.
But ontel We begin a-makin' love to
Babe LittlefOrd, l reckon the amt no
danger o. you a-havin' trouble with
Black Adam; and you amt likely, /
take 1t, to make owe to Babe"
but Babes the best one o. the Lit.
tlefords," declared Luke.
John Moreland reached for the
Battle-Ground old family Bible. lie
opened the Book at random.
Its about time we was a-goin' to
our rest, and Wen 60 jest as soon as
we've had prayers, Mr.. Dale"
When half a chapter from st. Mat
thew had been laboriously but rever-
emily read, the Morelands knelt at
their chairs, and so did Bill Dale. John