Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1921-08-19

knOWed Whar them guns went tor
''She told me-" said Dale, "she would
give her life to stop the fighting. She
seemed rather badly worked up over
it."
From the cabins front doorway came
a woman's sorroWful voice:
'And me, too; I'd give my life to
stop this here fightin'. ! had boy
a big, strappin' boy"
John Moreland frowned toward his
wife and interrupted, "Now, Addie,
honey, don't do that"
1t ended the talk.
Mrs. Moreland dried her eyes on a
corner of her freshly ironed gingham
apron, and announced the MONDAY
meal. The mountaineers dispersed.
Grandpap Moreland went away claw
ing at his long white beard and grum-
bling over the loss of his beloved old
Lancaster.
An hour later Dale cOrnered the
Moreland leader on the vine-hung
front porch and suggested that they
look over the coal property that after
noon. He was eager to go to work,
eager to be doing something worth
while, he told Moreland. The hillman
stood very still for what seemed to
the other a very long time, and had
no word to say. Evidently the feud
had all his mind now.
When he did speak, he said simply
''AlI right, BILL"
after half an hour of fighting their
way through thickets of blooming lau-
rel and Ivy, they drew up before an
old and widowed cabin at the north
end Of David Moreland's mountain.
Moreland led the way in and pointed
to spot under a small, paneless win
dow.
THAR" said he, ''is whar we found
my brother David
The two men turned for the point
at which the coal vein ran out to tie
light of day.
Dale picked up a piece of the shin
ing black stuff. Judging by the little
he knew and the great amount of de-
scription he had heard, the vein was
very large and the coal itself Of the
finest grade.
1T was a big tind." he told his COM
panion, "a big find. 1t was pity to
let it lie here untouched for so long
and yet it's worth more today than il
was ever worth before"
His enthusiasm ran warm, and More
land caught it quickly. Together they
hastily planned out the little railroad
that was to wind its way through the
wilds and connect With the big rail
road at the Halfway switch.
Il know I'm a-doin' right about 1t,
the mountaineer said twice for the
benefit of his conscience. II know
pore David he would want me to do
this eff he could know"
I'm sure Of it," agreed Dale. I'll
start for Cincinnati tomorrow. I've
got enough money to take me there
and back. have very wealthy
friend there-his name is Harris;
think can borrow enough from him
to finance the beginning of this thing
And I'll buy a locomotive and cars
and all the other necessary machinery
while I'm in Cincinnat.-unless l fail
to get the money from Harris. When
/ get back, which should be within
eight days, we'l1 start the work. Al
guess, I'd say well need twenty
men. Can we. get shem?"
"Shore," nodded the mountaineer
''And all MoreIands at that"
They turned homeward. At last
Bill Dale was happy. He had some
thing to do now-an aim in life. He
had difficulties to overcome, obstacles
to remove, barriers to surmount-it
was his big chance!
It was almost shutdown when Dale
returned from his visit to the coal
vein-Big Pine mountain hid the sun
at little after three in the afternoon
He borrowed a fishing rod and a min
now pail, which made his going to the
river seem proper enough to John
Moreland, and set out to meet Babe
Littleford. He was glad that nobody
expressed desire. to accompany him.
lie found Ben Littlefords daughter
where he had found her twice before
sitting on a stone the size of a small
barrel. She was fishing with an I'M
baited hook, which was equal to fish
ing not at all, and she seemed pleased
when she saw him coming. He sal
down on the stone at her eide. She
moved over little shyly, and tried to
cover her feet with her calico skirts
.sNeedn't bother to hide them,
laughed Bill Dale. They're pretty
enough. Most feet, y'know, are neces.
sary evils, like chimneys and rain
spouts!"
Babe Littleford blushed He went
on, to hide her confusion, TELL me
about the rifles"
"You must shore keep it a secret, >
she told him.
81 promise"
Better put yore hook in, SOS eff any.
body comes along"
Dale threw out an empty hook.
ST want to tell We some other things
fust, SOS yen understand better when
| come to the part about the rifles.
Babe began, looking thoughtfulIy
across the water to where a kingtisher
sat in watchful waiting. She contin.
ued slowly, choosing her words care
fully, 81 was brought up to hate them
Morelands, butt don't think do. NV
people is jest like the Morelands. The
biggest difference We can find is that
ono eide mostly has rrov avoc ILL.,