The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-02-13

I speak at time. No playing bad with
me; and remember that, gentlemen.
III certainly drop the fellow who
starts playing boss with me, II it's the
last move / make on earth. Now some
body gently use his powers Of speech"
Major Bradley, more isoldierlike than
ever, went forward. "As the attorney
of Mr.. Dale, who stands accused Of
killing Adam Ball. he said to the Of
ticer, II beg leave to state that my
client will do no talking at present"
Dale understood, and he did not
open his mouth. ii .,,a 4 Il 81,
3:;s:..E Buts old Ball had something to say,
\ aud he proceeded Ii. say il, 3.
re Killed my son, ADAM" pointing
to Dale, Fir cold blood. Me and about
Va dozen r. my kin was on our way
: Oven, Long ridge 10 look at a yhea tree,
when we heeFeds three pistol shots. We
was right up thar pointing to the
!. porthward, "and we come a-rlnnin'
over here to see, by gonnies, what was
F. the matter. Well, by comics, we found
! Bill Dale thar, down on his knees
aside o. my son. Adam, who was as
dead as Ill or ideader; and Bill Dale
was a-sobbin' and a-sobbin'. about it.
And eff he never killed my son Adam,
what was he a-sObbin' and a-sObbin'
about, ak you that2 And my son
Adam, he had a rifle. by comics. but
. bo c:h ,,n,IaNtot at Hn u,oS
with lis up to few minutes before, and
he hadn't shot none all mornin'.
Shurift Flowers, / visit ye'd gi' nue. a
good, big chaw O. tobacker, by gon-:
MES, cause my son Adam his death.
it has made me feel bad" IT. -. -:
Major Bradley stopped caressing his
well-kept gray imperial, walked oyer to
the dead mans rifle, picked it. up and
put its muzzle to his nose. He scented
fresh powder smoke. Then he faced
old Ball with strange, hard glitter.
In his blue eyes.
"You are liar, sir" he said with
peculiar politeness. is#vS : ss-asSzy5ss IA
A stir ran quickly over the Balls.
md TorTeys. Sheriff Flowers called
out: II; Is -...*i1 /, -
'Quiet, there!" and there was quiet.
He continued: ''Where is Mr.. Dale's
revolver?" l.. +. x &. EsS' =. a..
The Balls had it. They produced it.
1t had three empty chambers when
1t should have had but one! e..
i, *sPass it to me butt first" ordered
the laws representative. He knew
that many man had been shot while
taking revolver. barrel first. and he
was taking no chances. = '> ~; -.
Old Ball sobediently turned the weap-
on around. T >...s = :. ...G'&. F =:
4 "Say, sheriff" he chittered, '.have
ye plumb fo'got about me AKIN ye TO
a chaw 20 sterebought? !. BY comics,
Adams death" ~, -
Flowers turned, to Dale.
81, have heard through Luke More
land" he said with more or less Of
feeling in his voice, "a good many
things in your favor T want you to
know that I'm sorry to have to. take
you and place you in the Gainesville
Jail. To show. you that I mean it, IN
spare you the irons and ALLOW you to
ride your own horse along beside me.
as though you were not under arrest
at ALL" s.ls% (. ., ~ -, ]t;
Dale had by this time worn the keen
edge from his grief by means Of. his
great will power. He bowed slightly
to the officer and repls led with grave
courtesy: 80 Z. .."-.'s =
Believe me, SIR" with the very
faintest trace Of a smile, IT am very
much obliged to you" e n.ys}. +. -:}s
Luke Moreland led up the sleek
young bay that Bill Dale had named
Fox, and Dale swung himself easily
into the saddle. He faced the sheriff.
IF you're ready to ga Sir" he said,
II am.",- -, - - a ,...t-.l,t i.
Together they rode through the
woodland toward the br pad, green val
ley, with the Littlefor Dis, the More
lands, Major Bradley and Hayes fol-
lowing closely behind them. >9@''1 : s.
Up on the side Of David Moreland's
mountain there had been a, silent and
unseen witness to the arrest of Bill
Dale. She was hidden; behind a
gnarled and twisted clu1np Of sheep
laurel, sitting on a Isatch of tiny,
dainty, pure blue daydowers'-
in her hands the tiny purple blossoms
that are known as Jobs tears. ,...
':Lord. what'n do nowe" she MUIR
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