The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-02-04
inquiringly. whats that"
~~,@n., r71yv,
mad at Your" Asked Dale.

Il mean Adam Ball, y'know." a.
"Oh. That's what told pap. But
| pap lie wouldn't believe it, and he
won't never believe it-'cause he don't
| want to believe it,. ! told him 'at John
Moreland wasn't a-shootin' to hit, and
he wouldn't believe that, neither. I'aps
| rs hard headed as Il brindle cow. when
he gifts fool notion on him. What
what did them Morelands say about
| their guns a-bein' gomez" -. S.'~., o.. ~.
Dale straightforward. ~.
| "How did you find that out?" II
"Don't matter howl" She smiled
| almost saucily. Il knowed about it
| afore you did, Mr.. Bill Dale. Don't
you think whoever done it done kind
| thing!" ,>s.- - - -,
ITO disarm the MoreIands so that
when the enemy comes they will have
nothing with which to- defend them
selves?" Dale didn't know. much
about these hill feuds. mo. Miss Lit
tleford, can't say that think it was
a kind thing to do" ,..,~
Miss LittiefOrd arose and faced
HAS the inemy Gomez" she de-
manded icily. p ! ,> -,
"AIl right the young woman broke
in sharply. IF the inemy hain't come,
what're YOU a-kickin' abOut?" +
Her brown eyes were full OF fire.
They def1ed, ana they wfthered. and
Bill Dale suddenly felt that he was
smaller and OF less account in the
scheme Of things than that uneducat-
! ed, wildly superb creature that, stood
| before him. ,->-.' -. ..
Il beg pardon" Dale said evenly. u
didn't mean to offend, yknow." Il
His quick contrition struck the girl.
Her mouth Quivered. She dropped
, her fishinsrod, and began to toy alb
| sently with the end of her long, thick
| plat OF brown hair. -. ..>,- 49, -
eve seed SO much o. this tishtin',"
she m,lr1nured TREMENDOUSLY, chat 1t
makes me so to pieces. l ought to beg
yore pardon, mebbe. and DIDO. :.
I've seed, good many fine! strong
men brought home dead or a-dyin
from the. Moreland bullets. And the
l4ittlefords has killed Morelands, too.
| One side about as many as tother, l
reckon. I'd be glad to give my life
to stop it,"
I'm help you, if l cam" Dale told
her. "Perlaps we can make friends
Of the Morelands and your people"
you don't know what Il hard thing
it'd be- she replied tearfulIy. "TIie
sence can rickollect. And you won't
be here very long, reckon"
II may be here for the rest Of my
life" said Dale.
s"Is it the coal?" inquired Babe. - -
'Partly-yes, it's the coal: I'm go
ing to develop it for the Morelands."
Babe looked at him with Il tiny her.
aid Of hope in her eyes. Before she
could speak again there came from
somewhere back tn the meadow the
sound of her fathers voice
''Babe! Ooh, Babel" .,
'Comin'!'' cried the girl, half turn
ing. ''We'll try to make 'cm 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 Il mighty
good man; you're shore to like him.
He gen'ally stays with us when he's
here. You go easy with John More
land! But when We git him, yen have
'em all. I'll work on pap. The amt
no danger O trouble right now, any
ways. 'Goodby, Bill Dale" ~ -.
zone moment, Miss Littleford," and
he took a step after her. Are you
sure there's no danger right now?":
ss; Babe. halted, faced about nervously,
and smiled little. ztEf -
Don't call me Miss no more" said
she. ut makes me feel old. Call me
what everybody else calls me, ct tye
E8don't mind. h why, every one o the
| Littiefortis lost their rifles last night
the same as the Morelands did! Meet
me here ut shutdown, and I'll tell We
about it. Goodby, Bill Daie!'N @s9ess
..Goodby, Babel" he smiled.