The spectator., 1922-02-17

boy is a pow'ful hard thing to do. I'm afeard ye don't quite understand.
 Ut was a terrible thing, l know" said Dale "But it was tbe fortunes of war. The Litt3eferas have endured the fortunes of war in exactly the same way Come with me; let's ge. need your help; l can do very little without your help. Come, Jehn More land '"
 The hillmaa replied slowly: Well, I'll go with ye over thar. But Zen hen haf to make the fust break M a-bcin friends, cause IA pnrty shoro I never win. As seen as l git my hat. Bill"
 He went to the frent porch aHd took from chSirpost his broad trimmed headrear. Than the two set out.
 They crossed an o1-uagon road, sweet-scented meadow, the river by means of the blswn-dewn sycamore another sweet-scented meadow and another ox-wagon read, and entered the cabin yard of the I.ittlef0rd chief. Here too. many eld-fashioned flowers were in bloom; cane fishinGpo!e, slender and white. leaned agains. the porch; it made Dale think of Babe.
 You wait out here" whispered Dale, with a hand on his companion,s arm. I'll go il, snd see if can per suade Littlsford te make the advance. l'm pretty sure can.'
 lie started forWSrd when a hound rose frcm the stone step and growlsd warninSly Al that Dale halted and sang out
 Hello, Ben "
 Tie front deer swung open. creaE ing Gn wooden hinges, and lahe's ia :hcr. barcheaded .nG with Il lamp in lis hand. appeared in the doorway. He knew the voice that had SnNmnaeG him.
 "Come right Is, MT Dale |" in. Nited with the utmes: cordiality. Come right iS,'
 lie .colded the dog away and bale
  shown into tte best room. where he dropped easily in.o a roomy old rock or that WAS lined with an nr;anhed ~hccpSl,in. Ben Lh.lcford put ihe lamp on crude tah:e, drew up .u- ctAcr chair, and sal down facing lis visitor
 "I hope ye aiu,t jest happened or"e fa' minute or two on business. lie GraW,ed; "I hopc ye've come tu spenG the night wi me. anyway"
 I'm here in thc interests af peace, pale began. looAiu% at the hiilAaH ,Quarcly. "I watt you litiietordS to he on eood terms NiIh youg neigh lurs, tHe Mor~g"nds. ,iohn is out tEere at your gate now he is waiting for you to ask hi.n in and Say To him Lets begin anew: le,'S be friends, your people and my people, you and me. You want that, don't NoG. Eea Babe did, I'm sure
 IittlcfoYti frouned, laced lis big tin- gers together and twlrlrd his big thumbs. Now that he was once morV al home, with assurance that his daughter would entirely recover he was no longer weak; he had all his old courage and all his old, stubborn hill pr,Gc back.
 "E'l ax John in" he GnaGy dc ciGed. but he'll haf te mako the fu>' break at a-hcin friends. Me axin' ElIn into my house k a puriN dUrnc'l guod start toward friendship, amt i:f"
 He arose, took up the lamp, walked to ,hc front door and opened 1t. and called into the night:
 Wont ye come in, .ohn?'
 "I reckon l will. Ben" was the lazy answer. To minute anyhow. Eu. , reckon l cain't stay turg
 Moreland followed Li,tlcford into ike best room. l.ittleford put the lamp beside inc worn l-nther-honnd Bible on the table, and they SAt down, They looked stcndily st each other. and Dale SEW plainly that both were i'll ;t cage Surely. thought MorC.and, he had done q great deal when lr had cenc into lis old enemy's house. SHrely. thournt littleford, Ee had lone great deSl when nc had asked