Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-09-23
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"NOt very much," answered Dale
There's a new log church, where a1l
old minister named AShby Cross
breaches the gospel of straight walk
ing and human kindinCsS every Sun-
day. Henderson Golf isn't here any
more, but he sent me his address Ia
case We wanted to sell the mine! The
TorreyS have gone back to Jerusalem
cove and Hatton'S hell, and the Balls
are rs quiet as mice. These, | believe,
are all the changes worth mentioning.
Together they set out and walked,
without saying much, TO the crest OF
David Moreland's mountain, and there
they halted. The autumn sun. great
red ball Of fire, was just setting beyon!
the majestic Big Pine.
Dale pointed to long, moss-covcred
slab of brown sandstone.
Lets sit down there and rest" he
suggested. you're tired, Babe, !
know. Don't mind my calling you
Babe, do yOu"
She looked at him as though she
were surprised at his asking that. They
sat down.
Bill Dale suddenly leaned toward her
and took one of her hands; and he
didn't take it as Jimmy Fayne had
done-aS though he were afraid of ii.
You know love you, don't you
Babe?"
i've been believin' IT," she told him
after moment of painful silence. She
was q trihe pale now. but it-Bill
Dale. it somehow don't seem just right
for you to love me. Because I'm such
a pore little nobody. I'm as ignorant
as sin; and hain't-haven't even go'
good manners. But-but if you love.
+, if you're sure you do. tell me why!
There came another minute of pain
full silence.
I Because" said Dale. speaking slow.
,ly. you have always seemed TO he
one of my own kind. You seem real.
TO me. ] was so sick OF artitciaitieS
in women that / loved you the moment
! | saw you. know you are primitive
but am primitive, too. Aud y"n
weren't calling yourself 'Ma-a-aiu-mai'
: to q ID poodle.
+ Major Bradley" he went on. feels
sure that / will be acquitted. l. IL
turns out like that, l want you to
marry me at once. Tell me-will you,
Babe"
I How boyishly impatient he was. Was
lie afraid he would lose her by wait.
ing?
You love me, don't you, Babe?" he
pursued.
She faced him with the sudden,
queer light of a tragedy in her eyes.
But she didn't speak He pressed her
hand until it hurt and demanded:
You do, don't you, Babe:'
"Ycs," she told him, in voice that
he barely heard.
"Then why won't you marry me?"
She didn't answer. She wouldn't
answer.
The day Of the trial daWned clear
with the snap Of autumn in the
air. Tie courthouse was lilled to rs
capacity within fifteen minutes after
the doors were thrown open. Ever
man who had q rifle was forced 10
leave it behind with the sherilI'S dGpu'
ties; a company of the states militia
was there, and each member OF 1t had
q hundred rounds OF ball cartridges
in his belt-the authorities were taking
no chances.
Amid q brcathleSs hush, the whcels
of the law began to move. Caleb More
land quickly told what he had TO say,
and backed it up with proof; he
brought out perfect alibi. Tie
judge and the jury frOwncd and smiled
in the same instant. Dale went for
ward and took his place. He pleaded
"NOt Guilty" 4 little later the state
introduced its evidence and rested.
The counsel for the defense, patri-
clan and soldicr-liic. immaculate from
his toes 10 the crown OF his head,
went eagerly to his feet. lie had fully
prepared himself, and he delivered his
argument with an eloquent and force
full swing. 1t was plain that the jury
was favorably impressed by the words
Of this man who never accepted case
unless he was absolutely sure that his
client was in the right.
Major Bradley hinged his argument
on the mysterious third shot. ii pale,S
bullet had Killed Adam Bali, would
not Adam Ball have been shot Squarely
or at least nearly sQuarely from the
front? As it was, the Goliath had been
shot straight through the temples
That third shot had been fired Ly some
hidden friend Of Dulc's, the major de
clared, and it had been done Cor tho
purpose Of saving Dalc'S life. BaIl
had been in the act OF playing Il COW
ardlv trick; he had killed man in
North Carolina by just such trick
md he had Toasted of It.
The attorney for the state made a
reioindrr that almost favored the de
frndant. Then the court charged the
iury, and the twelve coed men retired,
The jury was out not more than
+vnufy minutes, but to Elizabeth Lit