The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-07-14

thought your father ''was my antaso-
mist Of yesteray."
"An-antagonistr Babe muttered
inquiringiy. "What's that9"
IL mean Adam Ball, y'know."
"Oh. That's what I told pan. But
pap he wouldn't believe II, and hs
won't never believe it-'cause he don't
want to believe 1t. told him at John
Moreland wasn't a-shootin' to hit, and
he wouldn't believe that. neither. Pap's
as hard-headed as a bripdle COW. when
he gifts fool notion on him. What
what did them Morelands say about
their guns a-bein' gone7"
Dale Strengthened.
How did you find that outr'
Don't matter howI" She smiled
almost saucily. IL knowed about II
afore you did, MIR. Bill Dale. Don't
you think whoever done II done a kind
thing?"
ITO disarm the Morelands so that
when the enemy comes they will have
nothing with which to defend them.
selves2" Dale didn't know much
about these hill feuds. "No Miss Lit.
tleford, can't say that think it was
a kind thing to do"
Miss LittIeford arose and faced
Dale. Her cheeks were flushed.
"Has the inemy conner she de-
manded icily.
mo, but"
"All right" the young woman broke
In saa-.hy. II the inemy hain't come,
what're you .e-kickin' aboutr
Her brown eyes were full OF nre
They dered. ana they withered. and
u Dale suddenly felt that he was
Smaller and Of less account in the
s|heme OF things than that uneducat-
ell, wildly superb creature that stood
b. fore him.
81 beg pardon" Dale said evenly. IL
didn't mean to offend, y'know."
His quick contrition struck the girl.
Ter mouth quivered. She dropped
Er tishing-rod, and began to toy alb
ntly with the end Of her long, thick
plait OF brown hair
I've seed so much O. this tightin',"
she murmured tremulously, that 1t
makes me go to pieces. ought to beg
yOre pardon, mebbe, and l DIDO.
I've seed a good many tine, strong
men brought home dead or a-dyin'
from the Moreland bullets. And the
].ittlefords has killed Morelands, too.
One side about as many as tother, 1
reckon. I'd be glad to. give my life
to stop it'll"
"Ill help you, II / can," Dale told
her. perhaps we can make friends
OF the Morelands and your people,"
you don't know what a hard thing
It'd be-" she replied tearfully. 1.-THE
two sets has hated each other ever
sence can rickollect. And you won't
be here very long, 1 reckon"
II may be here for the rest of my
life," said Dale.
us 1t the cOai7" inquired Babe.
"Partly-yes, it's the coal. I'm GO
ing to develop 1t for the Morelands."
Babe looked at him with a tiny her
aid of hope In her eyes BEFORE she
could speak again there came from
somewhere back in. the meadow the
sound OF her fathers voice
Babe Ooh. Babel"
"COmin'!" cried the girl, half turn
Ing. "We'll try to make 'em friends;
we'll try. Old Major Bradley. he'll be
up here afore long to spend the sum-
mer, and he'll help us. He's q mighty
good man; you're shore to like him.
he gen'ally stays with us when he's
here. You 60 easy with John More
landl But when ye git him. yen have
'em all. Ill work on pap. The amt
no danger o trouble right now, any
ways. ,Goodby, Bill Dale"
"One moment, Miss Littleford," and
ne took step after her. Are you
sure there's no danger right now?"
Babe halted, faced about nervously,
and smiled little
Don't call me Miss no more" said
she. ut makes me feel old. Call me
what everybody else calls me, et ye
don't mind. Why. every one o the
lost their rifles last night
the same as the Morelands didl Meet
me here at sundOwn. and I'll tell We
about 1t. Goodby, Bill Daler
"GoOdby, Babe" he smiled.