Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-08-12

enough. Most feet. y'know. are neces
sary evils. like chimneys and rain
spoutsl"-
Babe Littleford blushed. He wen
on. to hide her confusion. Tell me
about the rifles"
You must shore keep it a secret,
she told him.
81 promise"
Better put yore hook In, 50 ef any
body comes along
Dale threw out an empty hook.
81 want to tell We some other things
fust, SOS yen understand better when
come to the part about the rifles, ."
Babe began, looking thoughtfully
across the water to where .ingfisher
sat in watchful waiting. She contin-
ued slowly, choosing her words care
| fully, Il was brought up TO hate them
Morelands. butt don't think do. My
people is Jest like the Morelands. The
biggest difference We can find is that
one side mostly has grey eyes like
you and t'other side mostly has brown
eyes like me. All but their everlastin'
f1ghtin', they're good people, Bill Dale.
Each side, We see. is brought up TO
nate tOther side. I'm ashamed TO tell
1t, but understand the fust plain
words my Uncle Saul Littlefords last
baby said was these here: On John
MoreandP 1t started a long time ago,
and 1t started over nOthin'. Grandpap |
Littleford and John Moreland's pap |
got in a dispute over whether Kahn
lucky was in Virginny or Nawth Ca
liner, and went to fightin about it.
Purity soon my Uncle Saul and Abner
Moreand happened along. and they
went to fightin, too. Thank goodness,
it was on Sunday, and none of 'em
didn't have their rifles with 'em. What
ever else we are or amt up here. Bill
Dale, we gen'ally respects the Sabbath
lay TO keep ii holy. -
Il see" Dale muttered sympathet- y
cally.
1--WE seen my own mother set down I
n the floor and take her boys head |
n her lap-oh, such big, fine boy he '
vas while the blood run through her @
ress from Moreland's bullet. He L
led with mothers arms and mine
round him. 1t was all we could do v
o him. was to love him. I've seen sis- O
ers watch their brothers die from r
loreland bullets, and young wimmen h
'atch their sweethearts die, and wives
'atch their husbands die. b
Il tell you. Bill Dale, them More o.
nds never misses when they have b.
ven half fair shot. You'd be puff
'ctly safe in a-lettin' any of 'em shoot VI
mes from atween yore finger and ST
lumb all day. And It's the same way to
it'll the Littlefords. They're fighters, oil
o, every one. and they don't give in Oy
~ more than the Morelands does. ca
"Addie Moreland knows what it is
take her dyin' boys head in her lap. gil
mist blood run through her dress to to
r knees. His name was Charley.
d he was bad he'd drink, and oncet
shot up Gainesville. But Addie.
e allus loved him better'n Gale or
Ike. Wimmen like her allus loves
worst boy1 the best; cause they
ed 1t the most the worst boys does.
It's the wimmen that pays, Bill
lie, when the's tightin'. The VIM
N O. this valley is right now on
edes; they're afeard the men'n find
'ir rifles. You can guess whar the
rs went to now, CANT We? The VIM N,
n hid 'em last night after the men va
! gone to sleep BY good luck, they M
almost whole night fo' it. You lT
st be shore to keep it to yourself .M3
I know va will Ad1ia YTi
started the idee. She got GRANNY llA
roland to spread the word amongst egf
wimmen o my people. When the -
tin fever sort o. dies down the
ISL all be brought back and put
lr they belong" II
he arose and stood there smiling M,
N upon him. He was staring at 4
swirling water without seeing it fNZ
ILL.,
er voice brought him to himself. M
Nhat're you a-thinkin about. Bill lNE
e?' EYN,
ale went to his feet. He saw that ssssa
was smiling, and he smiled. too. ES
was thinking" he said, "Of the Wfs
'rence between you and some other XVI!
zen l know" EN
er clear brown eyes widened.
d | reckon l seem purity no count,
{ II" ihe>
10, not at all. 1t is-er. quite the ~
'Site, Babe. You make them APP. wv
unreal, artificial" LII
be Littiefords countenance bright Rut
She did not doubt that he meant do NJ
He was not of the sort that fiat NV
|. She began to like Bill Dale at ,em
same moment. .r
u Dill Daie toid himseH as ne an
hOmeward that he was beginning fust
Ike Babe Littleford. He did not nov
the feeling, because it somehow fo, v
the world seem a better place. want
rly the following morning Dale Pm ,
ready for his journey TO Cincin- and +
Having learned the evening be- time
that he was going, BY Heck had went
to accompany him TO the Half ger
switch o.,,