The Mena weekly star., 1922-01-05
The CLAN CALL By Hapsburg Liebe
 - r2ius.rztions by Irwin Myuss
c5Eynsht. bT Douhlsasy, PaEs O (Continued from a Previous Issue.)
A mlnnta sf silence; then
Tlius.r.fions by Irwin Mysrs

 parents didn't take to him because n was worker and not flop. Mothe wanted Pats cousin. poor dear liar " CIaverIng, for my best man. Poo dear Harry and had fight, onc' upon time, and I--I had whipped him; and I didn't like him. chos' Bobby McLaurin for my best man, an' I wouldn't give him up.
 aIt was only when we met befor' the chancel in a big crowded churcl that l fully realized the tragedy of | for Pat. saw that her face was clean white. and that her eyes held the shadow of something that wal very terrible turned my head and saw the same shadow in the eyes oi my greatest friend. Bobby McLaurin I knew then. Bobby and Patricia loved each other, John Morelandl Bobby didn't have any money to speak of, and that mad held them apart
 sIt had been the finest thing in the world. McLaurin's acting as best man for me. There was friendship for you couldn't take from them their one chance of happiness.
 T couldn't see anything else to do, go ran, l went home, pulled off my wedding rig and put on the clothes I'm wearing now, threw some things Into q bag and hurried down to the union station. l found that l could have my choice between a tiier for Atlanta and the = the train that brought me here. bought passage to at,snta, but I never meant to use it; eseant 10 take the other train and pss cash fare. In doing that, l hoped to lose myself from them. wanted to go unhindered to some country where wouldn't be consid. cred a--a savage. y'know.
 q went out to the train-shed, and ] hadn't been there minute when Bobby McLaurin came. l asked him how he knew where to find me. He said:
 "T thought you wouldn't care to stay here after doing what you did. and l wanted to say good-by. Bill.' He always called me that, and 1t made me feel like man. Then l put my bag down and took him by both shoul- ders and told him this:
 Hook here, Bobby, I'm going to give you some advice, and you take 1t. You steal Pat and marry her. Steal Pat and marry her If you have to live ID noie In a hillside You're as good as any of them, and lots better than nest of them. You can work your way to q better salary. You sec told him, we get about what we deserve In this world. Most of us don't deserve much
 T asked him If mother was badly cut up. He said she was; that she had tainted. Dad swore aloud. he said, there in church. told Bobby good-by and got aboard the train without say tug anything about where was go- ing-but l didn't know myself where ] was going at the time.
 "Now you've heard 1t. Every word was truth. If yop'n trust me with the coal, I'll make this land my land. your people my people. I'll suffer with you when you suffer. and be happy with you when you're happy; and when you ! light, I'll fight with you.p
 The Moreland chief arose, and Bill Gtale arose. The hillman put out his hand, and Dale grIpped it.
 T believe in ye. BIn." said John Moreland. "Fo another thing, I've seed ye fight. You can work the coal.'
 Re looked toward the closed inner door and called, "oh, Addie; you and the boys can come back now"
 Out of the night face appeared at one of the small windows. !, was a feminine face and handsome rather than pretty. Two slender, sunburned hands gripped the window-ledge nerv- eusly. The face pressed closer to the glass. then disappeared. Soon after ward the outer door of the guests room opened. and Ben Littleford's daughter entered Her skirts were dripping wet.
 Mrs. Moreland arose and went to ward the young woman. She knew that only something of great impor tance could bring Llttleford into hel home in this fashion.
 -What's the matter, Babe7"
 Babe Littleford gave no attention so Mfrs. sforeland. She went on tl Hill Dale. walking softly on bare feet
 sBlack Adam Is a-goin' to kin yo, ton -ht. Bill Dale"
 That soY' Dale's smile was rather grim. How did you find that out Miss LittlefordY
 T found 1t out. all right. As h' went off from the river this mornin l made fun of him; and he patted tn stock of his rife and said he'd git yol through a window He was at ou house this evenin' 10 help fix pap gun. and when he left he started thI way, a-goin' by the blowed-down sycs mere l waded the river at Blue Ca shoals Co beat him here. l thought 70 might want to know about 1t. so's ' could mebbe save other folks the tro, oie O maxim funeral fo' ye."
 She backed toward the door. hs eyes never leaving Dale's face. Anoths second. and she was gone.
 They were ali on their feet no' John MorelaEd gripped Dale's arm.
 Over thar aside Q he chlmbIe