Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1921-08-11
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Moreland Strengthened.
"You mean WE'LL" he said slowly. y
think you're one O. the very best men
in the wo:id. Bill Dale. YoE often
make me think o. pore David himself.
But I'm afeared ye don't quite onder-
stand, BIZ. I've seed my own son die
from Littleforas bullet. To go and
offer to be friends with man who
might be the same one at killed my
boy is pow'ful hard thing to do. Pm
afeard ye don't quite ofi1erstand."
Mt was a terrible thin& + know"
said Dale. "But 1t was the fortunes
Of war. The Littef@ds have endured
the fortunes of war in exactly the
same way. Come with me; let's go.
need your help; can do very little
without your help. Come, John More.
landi"
The hillman replied slowly: "Well.
I'll go with We over thar. But Ben
he'll hat to make the fust break a,
a-bein friends, cause I'm purity shore
| never will. AS soon as I git my
hat, Bill"
He went to the front porch and
took from chairpost his broad
trimmed headgear. Then the two set
out.
They crossed an ox-wagon road,
sweet-scented meadow, the river by
means Of the downtown sycamore,
another sweet-scented meadow and
another ox-wagon road. and entered
the cabin yard Of the Littleford chief.
Here, too. many old-fashioned flowers
were In bloom; cane fisningpole,
slender and white, leaned. against the
porch; 1t made Dale think Of
You wait out here" whispered
Dale, with hand on his companions
arm. I'm go in and see II ! can per-
suade Littleford to make the advance.
I'm pretty sure can"
He started forward when a hound
rose from the stone step and growled
warningly. At that Dale halted and
sang out:
"Hello Bent"
The front door swung open, creak.
Ing on wooden hinges, and Babes IA
Their, bareheaded and with lamp In
his hand, appeared in the doorway
He knew the voice that had summoned
him.
"Come right In, Mr.. Dale" he In
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"Come right in!"
He scolded the dog away, and Dale
entered the primitive home. He was
shown into the best room, where he
dropped easily Into a; roomy old ock-
err that was lined with an untannsd
sheepskin. Ben Littleford put the
lamp on crude table, drew up an
other chair, and sat down facing his
visitor.
Il hope We mint jest happened over
TO- a minute or two ON business" he
drawled; II hope we've come to spend
the night wi me, anyway"
"I'm here in the interests of peace"
Dale began, looking at the hillman
squarely. Il want you Littlefords to
be on good terms with your neigh
bors, the Morelands. John is out
there at your gate now he Is waiting
for you to ask him In and say TO him:
Let's begin anew; let's be friends.
your people and my people, you and
me- You want that, don't you, Benz
Babe did, I'm sure"
Littleford frowned laced bis big fin
gers together and twirled his big
thumbs. Now that he was once more
at home, with assurance that his
daughter would entirely recover, ne
was no longer weak; he had all his
old courage and all his old, stubborn
hill pride back.
"I'll ak John in" he finally de-
cided, but he'll hat to make the fust
break at a-beln' friends. Me AKIN
him into my house Is purity burned
good start toward friendship, amt
it?'
He arose, took up the lamp, walked
to the front door and opened 1t, and
called into the night:
won't We come In, John?"
II reckon I will Ben" was the lazy
answer. go minute, anyhow. But
| reckon CANT stay long"
Moreland followed Littleford into
the best room. Littleford put the mp
beside the worn leather-bound Bible
on the table, and they sat down. They
looked steadily at each other, and
Dale saw plainly that both were Ill
at ease. Surely, thought Moreland, he
had done a great deal when he had
come into his old enemy's house.
Surely, thought Littleford, he had
done great deal when he had asked
John Moreland into his home.
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