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" ??Copyri CHAPTER I. David Moreland's Mountain. * Cnrlyle Wllburton Dale?known to himself and a few close friends as Bill Dale?had laid out a course of action almost before the northbound trnln _ had left the outskirts of the state capital behind. It Incurred facing big odd$; but other 'men had faced big odds and won out, and what others had done he could do. Indeed, he had already done several things which other men might not have thought of doing, and one of them was leaving a bride, not figuratively b\it literally, %t the altar In a fashionable church 1 But he knew Patricia hadn't wanted to inarry hlra any more than he had wanted to marry her. It was only natural for him to think of coal, now thnt he had cut loose for all time from the "set" In which he - had always been a colossal misfit, now that he must pull his own oars or virtually perish. He had heard coal talked since the day of his birth; to him coal. and business meant exactly the snme. One of his father's assochites had often />poken of a fine vein In the , mountains of eastern Tennessee?had often tried to persuade his father to look Into It, to no avail. Young Dale remembered that this vein lay not fur from a long railroad siding called the Halfway Switch, In the vicinity of Big I'lne mountain. The owners were mountain folk of English descent, his father's associate had said. Decidedly strange, thought Dale, that his father had never cared to investigate It. The clndery little trnln reached the long siding about the middle of n flnc Rprlng morning. Dale took up his hng. hastened out, and soon found himself standing alone In the heart of an extremely wild section of country. When the noises of the little train and the fast ma!! it had Just met had died away, there came the saucy chat taring of boomer-squirrels and the tweet twittering of birds. Pnle caught % the Joyous spirit. He could have fairly shouted out of the fullness of his very human heart. Here all was unspoiled and unprofaned, and something whispered within him: "They won't call you a savage nere? make this your own country i" From somewhere on a nearbj. mountainside a rllle's keen report spill the air; a bullet whined like a mud horuet; Dale's hat Jumped o little on his head. The awakening was exceeding^ rude. Daie wheeled, his (tray eyes ablaze, and snw only a tiny cloud of imoke-mlst rising from the luurels more than fifty feet away. "Come out, you coward I" he. roared "Come out and let me see you," curiosity taking the place of anger In his ;. . voice. "I've always wanted to know Just what a real highwayman was like I" | The muffled sound of a twig breaking a short distance off to his left next claimed his attention. He was being closely watched by a pair of th?? finest, clearest brown eyes he had ever seen. He saw her eyes first; he never %- forgot that. She was standing on a low elllt beyond the sparkling creek that flowed beside the railroad, and she was par- , tlall.v hidden by a clump of blooming laurel. But Dale could see that she was about twenty; that every line of her rounded, graceful figure whispered of a doelike strength; that she was as straight as a young pine; that her chestnut-brown hair caught the sunlight, and that her face was ovalshaped and handsome?rnther than pretty?In spite of Its tan. Dale took off bis hat There was a bullet hole in the very top of Its blghpeaked crown. "Who's the robber?" he frowned. The girl blushed. "Mebbe he ain't a robber," she said. "Mebbe he thought you was somebody else. Anyhow, you ain't bnd hurt, are ye?" Dale smiled. "Oh, not seriously!" "You ain't likely to be, ef ye behave yeself." o "If I behave myself?1" Dale i laughed. "Why. I couldn't be naughty If I tried; I'm the one and only mammn's little Wlllle-boy! I wonder If I could put up at some house near here; eh?" | "The' might be," she said, thought- I fully. "Where?" I "At pap's, or grnndpap's, or with v 'most any o* my people; or," she added with a pnntf?mntiiAna twlut ta hne llrva "you might stay with Home o' them Jow-?lown Morelands." "Where do your people live?" "About six mile hark that way." She iwlnted over her shoulder with f a forefinger. "Would you mind showing me the way to your parental domicile?" , "What's that, fo* goodness' sake?'' "Your home, you know," I>ale explained with a smile. "Oh, ray home. Why didn't ye say so, then? No, I worf't" she declared. Dale put his hag down and rested his hands on his hips. "Why, may I Inquire?" " 'Cnfhe I won't I don't never \ keep comp'ny with no strange menfolks. But yander comes By, and he'll show ye the way; he's a-goln'.over to the settlement" . Dale faced to the right and saw, coming toward him with steps that would have measured almost four fast, the tallest and lankiest Individual ha tied ever aaea outside a circus. ? AiS Npps wpibuigjLiebe ? Illutfti-attons jbti v v r Itwin Mvei',y ifl qHt by Ooubladay , ?oqt |i cnln. Tils conl-black hnlr wns long and his long mustache completely hid the uai m/u piii mm witn llin 111(111(11. Ill one hand he carried u repenting rifle. "Who's that?" Dale half whispered. "That's By Heck," answered the girl. She continued In a low voice, "His name's Sam Heck; hut pap. he called him 'By Heck' one day, and the nickname stuck to him like molasses. Bveryhody calls him that now even (he revenuers. By. he's the biggest eater, and the biggest liar. In the world ! But his lyln' don't never do no harm, and nobody keers. So ef ye want to go to the settlement, mister, By. he'll take ye over. They mehbe ain't got what you're used to t'o* entln', hut ye'U he welcome to wh-.t the' Js." She laughed a little, turned, ami disappeared among the blooming laurels. The man By Heck wore the ?ponr clothing of a poor hillman. Ills hat, which had once been black, was all brim and yet all crowu: his suspend "'Cause I Won't. I Don't Never Keep Comp'ny With No Strange Menfolks." era, which had been bought with n 'coonhide, were redder than tire; his rundown cowhide boots seemed ridiculously short because of the great length of his slender legs. When be had reached a point some three yards from Dale, he halted, placed the butt of his rifle carefully | between his toes, and leaned on Its muzzle; then he deliberately began to tuke eye measurements of the newcomer. Dale didn't like the stare?to birr it was impudent. | "\vell, that's the verdict?" lie asked sharply. "Spoke like a man," drawled IJy Heck. "I reckon you must be up here a-lookln* fo* coal." "How did you reach such a conclusion as that?" "Jest plain lioss sense." The drooping mustache multled the words somewhat. "The' ain't but three things 'at can bring n city man here, mister," he drawled on, "nnd them's moonshine stills, had health, and coal. You shore al'nt got bad health, and you ain't got the cut of u revenuer, though a few minutes ago 1 thought mehbe ye was." "And you shot at me!" said Dale. "No," objected lieck. "1 shot at yore hat. 1 alius hits at what 1 shoots at. mister. 1 wanted ye to turn yore race, so's I could see It, uud ye did. Aj? to' that coal? "The Morelttnds, they owns the coal In David Morelund's mountain, and Lliey won't sell It fo' no 'mount o' money. They lives over In the settlement. them and the Llttlefords. They're every dnnged one floe rolks. Cm a-gotn* over thar now. Want to go 'long? Say?dung my picture ef 1 didn't fo'git to ax what might be yore natne, mister I" "Bill Dale," came quickly?"Bill Dale. Settlement? Surel Lead the way, By Heck. Who's the young woman 1 was talking with when you came up?" "Who? Her7 That's old Ben Littleford's gyurl. Her nnme's Babe. That's what they call her. She's got another name; but It ain't been used fo' so long It's been fo'got, I reckon. She's the youngest one o' old Ben's children. She hain't like none o' the rest o' the Littlefords. By gosh, phe's awful highheaded. She can rend good, Babe can. Old Major Bradley, from down at Cnrtersvllle In the lowland, he spends his Miiinmem no here fo' lilu health and tie teached Babe how to road Pine feller, Major Bradley. Lawyer. Bahe ahe hus done read everything In the whole danged country. The's sev'ral Bibles, and a book about a Pilgrim's Prog-ress, and a Baker's LIoks and Cattle Almaneck, and a dlc-dlctlonary. "But we'd better light out fo' the settlement, Mr. Bill, or we'll miss dinner. inehhe. I'm a plumb danged fool about eatln*. 1 e-'t twenty-two biscuits o' flour-bread this moraln' fo' breakfua*. nsldes a whole b'lled hamahank, and other things accordln'. It's tho <4yln truth I Corns on, Mr. BIB." They went down to the creek, yysed ^ to climb the low cliff. After on hoar's traveljhg Heck stopped in the trail and put the butt of his rlOe-to the ground. "Krom right here. Bill," he said, "we can see every house In the whole danged settlement." They were standing on the crest of David Morelaud's mountain. Below them lay a broad valley checkered with small farms; and each farm bad Its log cuhln, Its log bnrn and Its apple orchard. Beyond It all rose the great and majesty Big Fine, which was higher and more nigged with cliffs than David Morelaud's motfhtaln. "The Morelands lives on this side o' the river, and the Llttlefords lives on yan side," drawled Heck. "They don't never have nothing to do with each other, but they don't hardly ever tight;, they're all strappin' big men, and they tights so danged hard It don't pay. My gosh. Hill, every man of 'em can shoot a gnat's eyelash off at four hundred yards?I wlsht 1 may drap dead ef they caln'tl Do ye see that big cabin right plumb la the middle the nigh half o' the settlement. Bill? Well, the boss o' the Morelands he lives thnr? John Moreland. That's whar you want to go. Bill, sence ye've got a oncyorable case o' the disease knowed as conl-on-the-braln. But I can tell ye aforehand, you ain't got enough money to buy that coal, don't matter how much money ye've got." Dale was not looking toward John Moreland's home now. His gaze had wandered to the other side of the nver. By Heck waited a full minute * lor a reply to his speech, then he spoke again: "The jgyurl, or the coal?Is that v. lint's a-botherln* ye, BUI?" Dale's eyes twinkled. "Must I choose 11 tween them?" he laughed. "Shore!" By Heck wasn't even smiling. "Shore! The Morelands and l.ittlefords hates each other wuss nor a hlue-tuiled hawk hates a crow. The gyurl, or the coal, B1U?" "We'll go down to John Moreland's." announced Dale. The mountaineer took up his rifle. "Let me gl* ye a word or two o' warnIn'," he continued seriously. "Don't you offer to pay John Moreland to' rutin' his grub, nor fo' sleepln' in his bed, nor fo' chawln' his tobacker. Ef ye do, yore goose will shore be cooked with John Morelnnd. But ef ye was to brag on the vlttles a little, John's wife a-beln' pow'ful handy In the kitchen, It wouldn't do a danged bit o' harm. Do ye onderatand It all now, 111117" I Dale nodded, and they began the descent. John Morelnnd's house was built of whole oak logs, which were chinked with oak splits and daubed In between with clay; the roof was of handmade boards, and a chimney of stones and clay rose at either end. John Mureiuiid himself sal on the front porch, and beside him lay a repenting rltle, two young squirrels that hud been very neatly shot through the head, and a weary hlack-and-tan bound. lie was an uncommonly big man, and about forty-seven; his eyes j were gray and keen; his thick hair and full hoard were n rich brown, with | only a few threads of white. There j was a certain Knglish fineness about tne mn 11. One felt that he enuld trust John Moreland. As tin' inoonshlner and his companion reached the gate Moreland rose and pushed his hat back from his fore, head. j "HI, Jotiu," grinned Heck. "This here feller wants to stay with ye u few days. John. Seems to be all i right." "Come right In." Invited the chief of the -Morelands. He Indicated the home-made chair he had Jest vacated. "Set down thar and rest, stranger. I'll he back In a minute or so." He hastened Into the cabin, carrying the squirrels with him. j "He's went to tell his wife to hatch | up a extry good dinner, Bill," whispered lleok. "I'epper-cyored ham, young chicken, hot biscuits, fresh butter. wild honey, huckleberry pie and peach pie and strawberry presarves? Bill, I cnln't hardly stand It. Blast my picture ef I couldn't eat two whole raw dawgs light now, I'm that dlngbusted hongry. Well, I got to ramblo on home, i live down the river naif a mile, we t nd my maw. Come to see me, MHI and we'll go a-flshln'. So long. Bill old l>oy 1" John Mercian' oresently. 1 he men from the city r->se and proffered Ills hand. "My name." he began, old habll strong upon him, "Is Carlyle?' Before he could get any farther with it. John -Moreland Hung the hand from Uim us though It were a thing of unspeakable contamination. His bearded face went deathly white with the whiteness of an old and bitter hatred. His great lists clenched. and every muscle in tils giant body trembled. "What's the matter, man?" Dale wanted to know. "Carlyle!" Moreland repeated in a hoarse growl. "You say yore uame is Carlylel" . A "Carlyl?lH Mor?l**t4 R?p??ted In a Hoarif Growl. "You Say Yor? Namo ' I ' ! I I "V"~l "" i | _ /uicotv& IIstrikeJI CigaretteI No cigarette has the same delicious flavor as Lucky Strike. Because Lucky Strike is the toasted cigarette. (j|| "Yes," wonderlngly, "but thnt's only pnrt of It. My name Is Carlyle Wllburton Dnle?Bill Dale. What's the matter?" "Did you come from West Vlrglnny?" sharply. Dnle {rave the name of his home town and state. "Thnt's dlf'rent." The mountaineer's countenance became lighter. "This man I'm a-thlnkin' about, he was from West Vlrglnny. 1 hope you won't hold nothln* ng'ln me fo' actln' up tlint away. 1 couldn't he'p It. shore, It seems. You'll know how I felt when I tell ye about It, Mr. Dnle. I owe It to ye to explain. Jest a minute?" He stepped Into the cabin nnd brought out another chair, sat down heavily and crossed his legs. Dale, ^too, sat down. "The mountain you had to come over to come here, Mr. Dnle," Moreland began, his big voice tilled with an old, old sorrow, "Is knowed ns David Morelnnd's mountain mostly becuuse David Morelaud Is buried In the very highest place on top of it, him and his wife. He was my brother, and was the best brother a man ever had. It was alius the talk o' the neighborhood how much we liked each other. Up ontel the time he was married I went with him whnr he went, and he went with me whar I went. I'd fight fo' him, and he'd fight fo' me. It's hard to tell, even ntter this long time.... "David, he was a strappin' big man, like all o' the Morelands. He was about yore size, and grey-eyed like j you, and he had brown hulr like you. When you walked up to the gale, it made me think o' him the day he was married; he was all dressed up In dark blue like you. . . . Then David he went up here one summer and found this vein o' coal. He got lawful p'sesslon o' the mountain, and moved his wife up here. The rest of us lived over In the Laurel Fork conn try then. "One dny I got a letter from David, I which said that a man named John K. Carlyle was a-goln' to buy his mountain and the coul, and said that his wife was pow'ful sick. A week later ahe died, apd left a baby which died, too. accordln' to a old Tnjun hv the name o' Cherokee Joe, who knowed my pap and knowed David. And a month later we was all dragged from our beds by this same Cherokee Joe, tellin' us that Carlyle had shot David. Carlyle, Cherokee Joe said, was a-drinkin' hard. 'Die Injun seed the shootin' through a window. I "It was might* nigh to three day* later when we got here and fount) pore David n-layin* whar he'd fell We scoured the mountains fo' miles and miles uround In a s'arch fo' ilie dnjvg who killed him, but we uevet found him. . . . The land up her? Itaiked purty, and it belonged to us by David's death; so we all moved u( here to live, and built us cabins. "Major Bradley found out about tin end o* my brother, and be wanted us to put the ca.se in the hands o' tht R. L. McMANUS Dentist Che raw. h'. C. Beginning June 1st, 1921, I will practice at Chesterfield Mondays nr,d on Wednesday evenings; at Pageland lUeslav, at Mt. Croghan, Wednesday morning ?>f each week. At Cheraw thursd y, Fridr.y and Saturday. | Tired | SLW "I was weak and run-down," J A M relates Mrs. Eula Burnett, of 4 Dalton, Oa. "I was thin and P Just felt tired, all the time. 6 f I didn't rest well. I wasn't M J A ever hungry. I knew, by M this, I needed a tonic, and B n as there la none better than? ^ IUIIIII STtie Woman's Tonic 6 ... I began using Cardul," 'm B continue* Mrs. Burnett V "After my first bottle. I aleDt kd Wi better and ate better. I took V| 4 (our bottles. Now I'm well, A SS feel Just fine, eat and sleep, Kj my skin Is clear and I have 'M gained and sure feel that 0 Cardui la the best tonic ever W _ made." S Wa| Thousands of other women VI M have found Cardui just as A Mrs. Burnett did. It should K H help you. ^ At all druggists. liw'. But we wouldn't do It. A More l! land never goes to law about anything I; He pays his own debts, and he collectt what Is his due?" John Mnreluud arose und paced tin porch floor, which creaked under hit weight. He stopped before Pale, not went 011 sadly: "Now ye'll know why 1 was so mticl tore up when I heered yore name, th? Cnrlyle part. John K. Carlyle klllet tlie beet man 'ut ever lived. And ineb be ye'll onderetand why we ain't uevei had the '*onscience to sell tlie coal | which e-.st Brother I >avid hi.-. i;fe." Moreluml's guest s. t starii g absent | ly toward a brown-winged buttertl.' i that wis Industriously sipping honey from the heart of a honeysuckle bloom. He gave no sign that lie bad | heard anything out of the ordinary, but in an odd, persistent way his mind seemed to connect Ills father, John K. Dale, with the story he had just heard. John K. Dale had come originally from West Virginia, and he bad flatly refused, time upon time, to make any investigation of the Morelnnd coal property. The hillmnn Interrupted young Dale's thinking: "Addle, she's a-goin' to have dinner ready purty soon. Would ye like to wash, Mr. Dale?" "Yes," was the nnswer, and in the tones of Bill Dale's quiet voice there i was a shade of meaning that More; land did not catch. "Yes, I'd like to j wash." CHAPTER II In the Cup. Dale found the humble home of his mountaineer host a home in the fullest sense of the word. ! At the noonday meal, he met Mrs. | Moreland and the sons of the household, and they were exactly as he had ( pictured them. Mrs. Moreland was quiet, motherly, always smiling, as straight and real as her husband. The I sons, Caleb and Luke, were as much alike as the lingers on your hands; they were tall and broad-shouldered, grey-eyed and brown-haired. Before sundown Dale had become acquainted with the rest of the Morelands, and he liked them, every one. He was at the cabin of his host's gray old father and mother for a long time. When supper was over John Moreland lighted the big glass lamp in the best room, and the family and their guest gathered there to spend the evening. Then the lanky moonshiner and his mother came in. Granny Hock had the sharp features and the stooped, thin tigure of a witch. She wore a faded blue bandana about her white head, and she carried a long hickory staff; there was a reedstemmed clay pipe in her mouth, ami her dark calico skirt had a tobacco pocket In it. Her son preceded her Into the room. He walked to the center table, faced about, and said with a low anil airy sweep of his right hand: "Bill, old boy, this here's maw. Maw, she tells forchunes." "So this here," creaked Granny I Heck, looking over the brass rims of | her spectacles, "Is Mr. Bill1 Well, j well I I Jest thought to myself 'at I'd come up and see ye, Mr. Bill, nnd tell yore forchune." She dropped Into the rocker that Caleb had placed for her. "Addle," she said to the smiling Mrs. Moreinnd, "will ye bring me a cup half full o' coffee grounds?" 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