The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1922-05-25

the fortunes OF war in exactly the
same way. Come with me: let's go. l
need your help; / can do very little
without your help. Come, John More
landw
The hillman replied slowly: swell,
I'll go with We over thar. But Ben
he'll hat to make the fust break at
a-bein' friends, cause I'm purity shore
/ never will. AS soon as I git my
hat, Bill" va e
T He went to the front porch and
took from chairpost his broad
trimmed headgear. Then the two set
out. 4a 81. s,8
They crossed an ox-wagon road,
sweet-scented meadow, the river by
means Of the downtown sycamore,
another sweet-scented meadow and
another ox-wagon road, and entered
the cabin yard Of the Littleford chief.
Here, too; many old-fashioned flowers
were In bloom; a cane fishingpole,
slender and white, leaned against the
porch; 1t made Dale think of
.'You wait out. here" whispered
Dale, with Q. hand on his companions
arm. "Pll go in and see If can per-
suade Littleford to make the advance.
I'm pretty sure can"
He started forward when hound
rose from the stone step and growled
warningly. AT that Dale halted and
sang out: - 81
.'Hello, Ben r. e.
The front door swung open, creak-
ing on wooden hinges, and Babes ia
ther, bareheaded and with lamp in
his hand, appeared IN the doorway.
He knew the voice that had summoned
him. ~
"Come right in, Mr.. Dale" he In
vited with the utmost cordiality.
| "Come right inl',
He scolded the dog away and Dale
entered the primitive home. He was
shown into the best room, where he
dropped easily into a roomy old rock
er that was lined with an untanned
sheepskin. Ben Littleford put the
lamp on crude table, drew up an
other chair, and sat down facing his
visitor. Il
az hope We amt Jest happened over
To- minute. or two on business" he
drawled; II hope we've come to spend
the night wi me, anyway"
'Tm here In the interests Of peace.
Dale began, looking at the hillman
squarely. II want you Littlefords to
| be on good terms with your neigh
bors, the Morelands. john is out
there at your gate now; he is waiting
for you to ask him In and say to him:
| Let's begin anew; let's be friends,
your people and my people, you and
me- You want that, don't you, Ben?
Babe did, I'm sijre."
| Littleford frowned, laced his big fin
gers together and twir.ed his big
thumbs. Now that he was once more
at home, with assurance that his
daughter. would entirely reco, er, he
was no longer weak; he had all his
old courage and all his old, stubborn
hill pride back.
| "rll ak John In" he finally de-
cided, "but he'll hat to make the fust
break at a-bein' friends. Me AKIN
him into my house is>a purity burned
| good start toward friendship, amt
itY"
He arose; took up. the lamp. walked
to the front door and opened 1t, and
called into the night:
wont We come in, JohnT
81 reckon / will, Ben" was the lazy
answer. $50 a minute, anyhow. But
! reckon I CANT stay long,"
Moreland followed Littleford into
the best room. Littleford put the lamp
beside the worn leather-bound Bible
on the table,, and they sat down. They
looked steadily at each other, and
Dale saw plainly that both were Ill
at ease. Surely, thought Moreland, he
had done greats deal when he had
come into his old enemy's house.
Surely, thought Littleford, he had
done great deal when he had asked
John Moreland into his home.
| Came a, silence that was heavy.
Each was depending upon the other to
make the advance. THE two clansmen
stared, at each other, more and more
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