Cheyenne Wells record., 1921-12-08
By
Hapsbur6
Liebe

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The night passed, and another Dr1ens
summer day dawned, and In the Gar
tersyille jail there was one prisoner
Who had not slept at all. Each Of
those long and heavy black hours had
been an age to this prisoner to whom
jail was so new.
At noon q furious windstorm, &C
companied by much vivid lightning
and binding rain. sprang out Of the
west and began to sweep the country
side and out of the lowering wet gloom
there came one to deliver Bill Dale.
He was mountaineer. young and stal.
wart and strong, and about him there
was much of that certain English nne-
ness that was so striking In his father.
He entered the low. square building
of brick and stone and stopped In the
center of the corridor, where he stood.
while water ran from his wet clothing
and gathered In little pools at his feet,
and looked to his right and to his left.
Dale saw him, and cried out in sur
prise:
"Caleb!'
Caleb Moreland walked straight, his
head up and his shoulders back. q
splendid picture of virile young man
hood, to the end of the corridor. He
gripped two Of the doors hated bars,
bars that had long been worn smooth
by other human hands; he pressed his
smoothly shaven, sunburned face
against the iron, and smiled.
"How are We a-feelin' by this time,
Bin7 It's some HI Of a place, amt
it,"
Dale took step toward him. "Well,
queens boudolr is nicer. What are
you doing here, Caller"
1--WE come to set you free" said
Caleb Moreland.
Dale stared unbelievlngly. But
that is impossible, Gale. How could
you set me freeT
Call Tom Flowers, and I'll sight
ye."
Dale called. and the officer came i'm
mediately. Caleb Moreland turned
from the cell door and faced him.
1--WE come here to own up to tho
KILN o Black Adam Ball." began the
young hillman.
He swallowed, went q trife pale un.
der his tan, and continued bravely:
"Bill Dale thar, he never done 1t. I
am the one at done it. Bill he shot at
Adam, but he missed-Adam had done
shot at Bill fust y'onderstand, Tom.
But didn't miss. I don't never miss.
I'm a plumb tombstone shot. They
allus rules me out at any shootin'
match. I'd ha' owned up to 1t yeste'-
day. but the thought O. jail had me
skeered bad. Jest cain't let as good
man as Bill Dale thar suffer To- a
thing done myself. So you let him
out, Tom, and put the right man in
thar"
Flowers had a good heart, and this
touched 1t. But he was not very much
surprised.
"Tell US about it. Caleb" he re-
quested
Caleb looked toward Dale, then he
faced the lord of Cartersville's little
prison again.
swell, shurifr, when l seed Bill Dale
60 off toward the trustle by hisself
and alone. 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 II,
which same / done. When he met
Adam Ball"
He broke of abruptly. 81.
go on" urged Flowers.
Il. reckon I won't" smiled Caleb,
and his eyes were still twinkling. II
reckon I won't do no more talkin' Jest
now. Yes, I reckon the proper place
TO- me to do my big talltin' is in. the
co'tehouse at my trial. Lock me up
will We Tom7"
wen see," said Flowers.
Forthwith he dispatched = deputy
for Judge Carter and Major Bradley,
who fastened 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 to
ride back into the heart Of the ever.
lasting hills. He arrived two hours
after nightfall. The Morelands were
glad to see him, and the Littlefords
were glad to see him. There was re-
1oicing 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 be wealthy
Luke took charge Of his tired horaa
and led 1t 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 Morelands Incompatible old.
fashioned suppers, which was none
tne worse for being late. Several
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