Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1921-07-22
Continued from last week.
SYNOPSIS.

CHAPTER I.-Young Carlyle, WilburtoG
Dale or "Biu Dale" as he elects to be
known, son of wealthy coal operator,
John K. Dale, arrives at the Halfway
ing life of idle ease-and incidentally
bride, Patricia Clavering. at the altar
determined to make his own way in life
ms mssss gF BY aseR cS sRSs
ter Of the hills, takes him to John More
lands home. Moreland Is chief OF his
''clan," which has an old feud with the
of his brother David Moreland. years
ago, owner of rich coal deposits, by
nan named Carlyle. Morelands descrip-
ton of Carlyle" causes Dale to believe
the man was his father.
1.-The mountain you had to come
over to come here, MIR. Dale" More
land began, his big voice filled with
an old, old sorrow, lis knowed as Da-
yid Moreland's mountain mostly be-
cause David Moreland is buried in the
very highest place on top Of it, him
and his wife. He was my brother, and
was the best brother man ever had.
it was allus the talk o. the neighbor-
hood how much we liked each other.
Up ontel the time he was married |,
went with him whar he went, and he
went with me whar l went. I'd fight
TO- him, and he'd fight fo' me. It's
hard to tell, even after this long
time 80.
David, he was q strappin' big man,
like all o. the Morelands He was
about yore size, and grey-eyed like
you, and he had brown hair like you.
When you walked up to the gate it
made me think O. him the day he was
married; he was all dressed up in
he went up here one summer and
found this vein O. coal. He got law
full p'session o. the mountain. and
moved his wife up here. The rest of
us lived over in the Laurel Fork coun-
try then.
Zone day got q letter from David,
which said that man named John *.
Carlyle was a-gon' to buy his noun
tain and the COAL and said that his
wife was pow'ful sick. A week later
too, accordin' to q old Injun by the
name o. Cherokee Joe, who knoWed
my pap and knOWed David. And a
month later we was all dragged from
our beds by this same Cherokee Joe,
tellin' us that Carlyle had shot David.
Carlyle, Cherokee Joe said, was
a-drinkin' hard. The Injun seed the
shootin' through a window.
1T was might nigh to three days
later when we got here and found
pore David a-layin' whar he'd fell.
Aye secured the mountains fo' miles
and miles around in a s'arch TO- the
dawg who killed him, but we never
found him. ;. The land up here
looked purity, and it belonged to us
by David's death; so we all moved up
here to live. and built us cabins.
Major Bradley found out about the
end O. my brother, and he wanted us
to put the case in the hands o. the
law. But we wouldn't do 1t. More
land never goes to law about anything.
He Lays his own debts, and he collects
what is MIS- due"
John N(oreland arose and paced the
porch floor, which creaked under his
weight. lie stopped before Dale, and
went on sadly:
Now yen know why was SO much
tore Ip when l heered yore name the
Carlyle part. John X. Carlyle killed
the best man at ever lived. And fneb~
be yeII understand why we amt never
had the conscience to sell the coal,
which cost Brother David his life"
Morelands guest sat staring absent
ly toward a brown-wlnged butterfly
that was industriously slipping honey
from the heart of a hOneysuckle
bloom. He gave no sign that he had
heard anything out of the ordinary,
but in an odd, persistent way his mind
seemed to connect his father, John X.
Dale, with the story he had just heard.
John X. Dale had come originally
from West Virginia, and he had fatty
refused, time upon time, to make any
investigation of the Moreland coal
property.
The hillman interrupted young
Dales thinking:
"Addie, she's a-goin' to have dinner
ready purity soon. Would We like to
wash, Mr.. DalaT'
YES" was the answer, and in the
tones of Bill Dale's quiet voice there
was a shade Of meaning that More
land did not catch. "Yes, I'd like to
wash"