American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1922-01-20

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like her, too, or you never would have
gone with her to the hospital-now
don't your"
II reckon l CANT deny" the More
land leader muttered, "'at 1 like Babe
Littleford. She amt like none o. the
rest Of 'em, Bill"
Dale went on:
"All there is to do to enlist the Lit
tlefords on our side is this: you go to
old Ben and say to him: Let's begin
anew; let's be friends, your people
and my people, you and me- He'll be
glad you did 1t. Then it will be easy
sailing for us. The Balls never would
dare to attack such a force as the
Morelands and the Littlefords com
bined. Don't you see? 1 admit it will
be something of a sacrifice on your
part. But a man like you can make
sacrifices. Any man who is big
enough to go down on his knees and
ask the blessing of the Almighty on
his enemies is big enough to make
sacrifice. COme-let's go over and see
Ben Littleford now; won't your"
The mountaineer didn't answer.
"You won't throttle the cause born
In David Moreland's good heart on ac-
count of a little personal pride-I
know you WON'T" Dale said earnestly.
Moreland Strengthened.
"You mean WELL" he said slowly. 81
think you're one o. the very best men
in the world, Bill Dale. You often
make me think o. pore David himself.
But Pm afeared We don't quite onder-
stand, Bill. I've seed my own son die
from a Littleford's bullet. To go and
offer to be friends with a man who
might be the same one at killed my
boy is a pow'ful hard thing to do. Pm
afeard We don't quite understand"
1T was a terrible thing, | know"
said Dale. "But 1t was the fortunes
of war. The Littlefords have endured
the fortunes of war in exactly the
same way. Come with me; let's go. l
need your help; I can do very little
without your help. Come, John More
landI'
The hillman replied slowly: swell,
I'll go with ye Over thar. But Ben
he'll hat to make the fust break at
a-bein' friends, cause I'm purity shore
I never viii. AS soon as I git my
hat, Bill"
He went to the front porch and
took from a chairpost his broad
trimmed headgear. Then the two set
out.
They crossed an Ox-wagon road, a
sweet-scented meadow, the river by
mean 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
Babe.
"You wait out here" whispered
Dale, with a hand on his companions
arm. "Tll go in and see if / can per-
suade Littleford to make the advance.
I'm pretty sure / can"
He started forward when a hound
ross from the stone step and grOwled
warningly. At that Dale halted and
sang out:
'Hello, Benz"
The front door swung open, creak-
ing IN wooden hinges, and Babes ia
Their, ~bareheaded and with a lamp |
his hand, appeared in the doorway.
He knew the voice that had summoned
him.
"Come right In, MIR. Dale" he In
vited with the utmost cordiality.
"Come right / al"
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
err that was lined with an Unframed
sheepskin. Ben Littleford put the
lamp on a crude table, drew up an
other chair, and sat down facing MS
visitor.