The spectator., 1922-01-10
CHAPTER II
In the Cup.

mountaineer most home in the fullest sense of, the word.
 At the monday meal, he met Mrs. Moreland and the sons of the house. hold, and they were exactly as he had pictured them. Mrs. Moreland was quiet, motherly, always smiling, as straight and real as her husband. The sons, Caleb and Luke, were as much alike as the fingers on your hands i; they were tall and broad-shouldered, grey-eyed and brown-haired.
 Before sundown Dale had become acquainted with the rest of the More lands, and he liked them, every one. He was at the cabin of his hosts gray old father and mother for a long time
 When supper was over John More land lighted the big glass lamp in the best room, and the family and their guest gathered there to spend the eve ming. Then the lanky moonshiner and his mother came in.
 Granny Heck had the sharp features and the stopped, thin figure of witch She wore a faded blue bandana about her white head, and she carried a long hickory staff; there was a reed stemmed clay pipe in her mouth, and her dark calico skirt had q tobacco pocket in it.
 Her son preceded her into the room. He walked to the center table. faced about, and said with a low and airy sweep of his right hand:
 Bill, old boy this here's maw. Nav, she tells forchunes."
 "So this here" creaked Granny Heck, looking over the brass rims of her spectacles, lis Mir. Bill We'll. well l jest thought to myself at I'd come up and see ye, Mir. Bill, and tell yore forchune."
 She dropped into the rocker that Caleb had placed for her.
 'Addie," she said to the smiling Mrs. Moreland, twill ye bring me a cup half full O coffee grounds?"
 When the cup came, the fortune teller took it and shook it and patted 1t, all the while muttering mysterious words that she had learned from the old Indian, Cherokee Joe which served her purpose very we'll
 Il see" she mumbled more or less sepulchrally, "a pow'ful good-lookin' gyurl in caliker dress, with her hair a-hangin' away down her back. A bare footed gyurl, with big, purity eyes. She's a-standin' on a low clift, a-peep- In at you through the laurels, Mir. Bill. This is in the past.
 Tn the future" she went on slowly. "I see this here as plain as daylight through knothole a awful big man, with curly black hair and curly black beard. and with eyes like clift- hawks; and l see you, too, Mir. Bill and see fight, master fght-Lord fa' musSy, what fight But you'll marry the gyurl after all, Mir. Bill"
 Dale laughed. The old woman had described Babe Littleford. But who was the "big, dark man.? Some fel- low who had lost his heart to the mountain girl, perhaps.
 When the Hecks had gone, John Moreland leaned forward and touched his guest on the knee.
 That thar big man mentioned in tellin' yore forchune," he said, might ha' been Black Adam Ball. Black Adam. he lives with his pap and mother few mile up the river. As big as a skinned hoss, he Is, and plumb on- godly strong. He's been a-beggin' Babe Littleford to marry him fo' year or two, and she won't listen 90 h.m.
 Eff ever ye do haf to fight Black Adam" John Moreland went on. i've want to fight him with two-eyed shotgun and buckshot. He's the mean est man on earth; snake-broth and pizen vine is religious aside O him. But ontel ye begin a-makin' love to Babe Littleford, reckon the aint no danger o' you a-havin' trouble with Black Adam; and you ain't likely, I take 1t, to make love to Babe"
 But Babes the hest one O the Lit. tlefords," declared Luke.
 John Moreland reached for the leatherb0und old family Bible. he opened the Book at random.
 Its about time we was a-goln' to our rest, and we'll go jeat as soon as we've had prayers. Mir. Dale."
 When half chapter from St. Mat thew had been laboriously but rever- ently read. the Morelands knelt at sAeir chairs and| @ did Bin Dale. John