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They were all on their feet now.
John Moreland gripped Dale's arm.
"Over thar aside o* the chlmbley,
Bill 1** he ordered, his native drawl for
the moment absent "Out, Addle,
honey I Luke, bring my rifle and hat?
jump keen 1 Cale, bring water and
drownd this here Are!"
It was done. Moreland took his hat
and the repeater and went alone Into
the night.
When some fifteen minutes had
passed, there came to Dale's ears the
sound of shooting. There were ten
shots In such rapid succession that they
made almost a continuous roar. Then
came echoes and Reverberations, and
then silence. Soon John Moreland let
himself Into the dark room.
His wife's voice was low and filled
with anxiety:
"What happened, JohnT"
A dull thud came through the darkness
as her husband's rifle-butt struck
the floor.
"This is what happened, Addle: As
I passed the cawner o' the house, 1 got
down that thar old oxwhlp to take
along. I went acrost the road and Into
the meadow, and thar I seen Adam
Ball a-comln'. I hid, and when Adam
was about to pass me, I Jumped up
and Jerked his rifle from him and
busted It ag'ln a rock. Then I lights
In and thrashes him with the oxwhlp
ontel he broke and run. And 'en this
here happened. Addle:
"I was a-watchln' to see ef Adam
had reely went off. when I seed n mnn
a-comln' toward me fast. I thought
It was Ball, o' course. So I up and
tells him to show me how fast lu^cun
run and commences a-shootln' over
his head to skeer him. But It didn't
happen to be Adam Bnll?it was Ben
Llttleford I lie was a-follerin' Babe
to see what she was up to. o' course."
"How do ye know It was Bon, pap?"
Caleb asked.
now do 1 know?*' growled John
Moreland. "When I got through ashootln',
he hollers at me and says:
Tomorrow, John Moreland,' he says,
we'll have a little Gettysburg o' our
awn 1' And 1 might mind ye, Cale, 'at
he keeps his word the same as I do."
"And Llttleford meant a?" began
Dale.
"That the*ll be a big fight tomnr
row," said Moreland. "Bill Dale, In
a-mnkin' this land yore lund and these
people yore people. I'm a-feard ye're
a-gols* t? git more'n ye expected, mebb?
more'n ye can handle. Do ye want
to back out of It and let the coal got
r are ye one o' these fellevs who
Chaws what they bites oft ef It's a
boss's head?"
"I'll stick." Dale's voice came Armr
ly In the darkness. "I'll stick."
CHAPTER IV
The Mystery of the Rifles.
An hour after John Moreland had
sent his ten ride bullets whining over
the head of Ben Llttleford, every
llorelaiu] and every Llttleford Id the
alley knew of the declaration of war.
And each man of them oiled his weapons
and pet them In better working
e order.
When Dale went to bed, there was
too mach on his mind to render sleeping
easy for him. Tomorrow he wouia
have to help In the light against the Littlefords,
kinsmen of the young woman
who had saved htm, without doubt,
from death by the murderous rifle of
the mountaineer Oollath?or break his
word flatly. It was a poor return for
such a favor I The longer he thought
over the dilemma, the more perplexed
he became.
He thought, too, o^the everlasting
wonder, the tall of John Moreland's
bedtime prayer. How a man could go
down on his knees and ask the blessings
of the Almighty upon men whom
he meant to light the next day was
a thing that BUI Dale could not understand.
It was after midnight before he
slept Ho woke at the break of day,
arose and dressed himself, and went
out. Going toward the flower-fllled
front yard, he found himself facing a
very angry John Moreland.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Matter enough." clipped the mountaineer.
"BUI Dale, I'm a-goln' to ax
you a question, and I want the truth.
Will I git itr
"You'll get the 'ruth If you get anything.
Shoot the question."
"All right What do you know about
my gun?"
"About as much as you know of the
lo/f Klnil D^n /<?.o>4a?
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What's wrong with It?"
Moreland's eyes were steady and
cold. He thrust his hands Into the
pockets of his corduroy trousers. Then
his face softened n trifle.
"1 reckon 1 ought to ax yore pardon,"
he said In a low voice. "Ye see.
my gun's plumb gone I"
"You had It only last night," Dale
sold. "Did it dlsuppeai^?"
"Whilst I slept," cut In the hlllman.
"Both o' my guns Is gone. And Luke's
repeater Is gone, and so Is Cale's, and
we hain't got nothin' at all to fight
thero d-?d Llttlefords with I"
"(lone J" Dale exclaimed wondering,
ly and?It seemed to him?aslulnely.
"It must ha' been the Llttlefords, I
guess," frowned Morelnnd. "Fo" because
who else would ha' done It? But
to save the life o' me I caln't see how
they got In-and took my rifle without
wakln' me up, Bill Dale. 1 slept twlcet
as light as a sick mouse."
Within ten more mlnuteo, every man
f the Morelands was gathered there
at the house of their chief?and every
~ 'T:
lapibu^Liebe
? IUttfitaitons by
r If win My e fy^SS
ight by DoubUday , Poqt t C-o.
John Morelnnd called Dnie aside
and said to hlin:
"You're high on ^ie good side o*
them thar trillln' Hecks, and, so fer
as they know, you ain't Int'rested In
the feud. I wlsht you'd go down thar
! and see By aud his mother, and see
ef ye can find out whar our rifles
went."
When Dale had gone off down the
dusty oxwagon road, Caleb Morelnnd
climbed a tall ash that grew behind
his father's cabin and kept a watch
toward the Llttleford side of the river.
He saw a group of men standing la
Beu Littteford'8 cabin yard, and unfiling
else.
A little more than a quarter of an
hour after Hale left John Morelnnd
be entered hy the gsteless gateway at
the" cabin of the Hecks. It was u dilapidated
place, and It stood not far
from the river. By sat In the front
doorway; he was lazily cutting a new
midday sun mark In the place of the
worn old one. Behind htm sat his
mother, who was busily knitting a
gray yarn stocking.
The moonshiner looked up and started
qt.l'--.iy to his feet.
"til, uiar, Mill, old boy!" he greeted
cordially. "My gosh, but ye've com*
at the ilull! time, shore. We're it-goU*'
to have young squirrels fo* dinner, and
b'iled hauishnnk with string beuus,
and eawnbreud made with the yeller
o' hen wigs. Live whilst ye do live,
says I. Come right In, Bill, old boy."
"La, lu, la!" cried Cranny lieck,
looking over the bruss rims of her
Bpeelacles. "How glad 1 am to see ye,
Mr. Bill! Come right In aud tell us
the news."
Bill Dale crossed the threshold aud
accepted a creuking chair. His eyes
took in at a sweeping glance the homemade
dining table with its cover of red
oilcloth, the broken cast-Iron stove, the
strings of dried peppers hanging on
the log walls, the broken stlllworm
lying in the corner. .
"Tlie Llttlefords," said Done, "have
declared war."
"bakes i" laughed the old womun.
"We kuowed that last night when we
beered them teu shots."
"And all the Morelund rifles are
missing." Dale wutched the effect of
his words.
"What I" the Llecke cried In one
voice.
Their surprise seemed genuine.
Dule pressed the subject further aud
ieurued only thut if they knew anything
C'oucerulug the disappearance
of the rifles they were not going to
tell. Then he started homeward by way
of the pool above the blown-down sycamore.
There was a chance that Ben Littleford's
daughter would be there flshiug,
Dale told himself, aud It was barely
possible thut she could throw some
llglit on the mystery of the rllles.
lie crossed the river by means of
the prostrate tree. Babe was there;
she sat on the stone on which she hud
been sitting the morning before; her
back was to him, and her bare feet
were In the water to her ankles. Dale
went up close, stopped and gathered
a handful of violets and dropped them
over her shoulder and Into her lap.
Babe looked around and smiled.
"What luck, Miss Llttleford?"
"Nctfcln'. ! don't much want to
ketch anything," she said slowly, a
spirit of sadness In her musical voice.
"I?1 Jest come off down here to be
whar it's quiet. You ought to hear the
noise 'at pap and the rest of 'em is
a-maklnl"
Dale narrowed his eyes. "Are they?
er, making a noise? And what about?"
"My goodness gracious alive I You'd
think so ef ye could hear 'em 1 Y'ought
to hear pap cuss John Morelund I"
She shrugged her pretty shoulders,
lifted the small end of her rod to Its
pr per place, and went on, "I never
did see pap half as mad as he was
when he got home last night from
a-follerln* me."
"Mad at you?" asked Dale.
JttllllUHIIIIIf?1?
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"Mad at You?" Asked Dal*.
"No; bat be would ha* been ef he
hadn't ha' had all his randneaa turned
ng'ln them Morelands. You Itnowed
about pap's trouble on jran side o' the
rlYer last uightT" K ,
j "Yea. I knew shook that," Dale anI
tWAfid slowly "HIM John Mortltti
thoSShf yotrf father tras "my antagonist
of yesteray."
"An?antagonist?" Babe mattered
inquiringly. "What's that?"
"I mean Adam Ball, y'know."
"Oh. That's what 1 told pap. But
D8D he wouldn't hellov? i? ?
won't never believe It?'cause he don't
want to believe It. 1 told blin 'at John
Moreland wasn't a-shootln* to hit, and
he wouldn't believe that, neither. Pap's
as hard-headed as a brlndle cow, when
he gits a fool notion on htm. What?
what did them Morelands say about
their guns a-beln' gone?"
Dale straightened.
"How did you Und that out?"
"Don't matter howl" She smiled
almost saucily. "1 Itnowed about It
afore you did, Mr. Bill Dale. Don't
you think whoever done It done a kind
thing?"
"To disarm the Morelands so -that
when the enemy comes they will have
nothing with which to defend themselves?"
Dale didn't know much
? about these hill feuds. "No. Miss LitI
tteford. I can't say that 1 think It was
i a kind thing to do." . "
Miss Llttieford arose and faced
Dale. Her cheeks were flushed.
"Has the Inemy come?" she demanded
Idly.
"No, but? "
"All right." the young woman broks
in sha^iy. * If the Inemy hain't come,
what're you .a-klckln' about?"
ller brown eyes were fall of Ore,
T'u'y defied, and they withered, and
1'. II Dale suddenly felt that be was
, smaller and of less account In the
I s. heme of things than that uneducatI
ed, wildly superb creature that stood
b. fore blm.
| "I beg pardon," Dale said evenly. "1
didn't mean to ottend, y'know."
I His quick contrition struck the girl.
Iter mouth quivered. She dropped
1. r tlshlng-rod, and began to toy abt
ntly with the end of her long, thick
plait of brown hair.
"I've seed so much o' this llghtln',"
she murmured tremulously, "that It
makes me go to pieces. 1 ought to beg
yore pardon, mebbe, and 1 d-do. . . .
I've seed a good many tine, strong
men brought home dead or a-dylu'
ftom the Moreland hnllets. And thn
J.ittlefords has killed Morelands, too.
One side about as many as t'other, i
reckon. I'd be glad to. give my life
to stop Itl"
"I'll help you, If 1 can," Dale told
her. "Ferhnps we can make friends
of the Morelands and your people."
"You don't know what a hard thing
It'd be," she replied tearfully. "The
two sets hns hated each other ever !
1 sence 1 can rlckollect. And you won't j
be here very long, i reckon." !
| "1 may be here for the rest of my 1
life," said Dale. j
, "is It the coal?" Inquired Babe. !
"Partly?yes, It's the coal. I'm going
to develop It for tli'e Morelands."
Babe looked at him with a tiny herald
of hope In her eyes. Before she
could speuk again there came from
somewhere back in the meadow the
6onnd of her father's voice?
"Babe! O-oh. Babel"
"Coiuin' I" cried the girl, half turning.
"We'll try to make 'em friends;
we'll try. Old Mnjor Bradley, he'll be
up here afore long to spend the summer,
and he'll help us. Be's a mighty
good man; you're shore to like him. '
Be gen'ully stays with us when he's
here. You go eusy with John Moreland
1 But when ye git him, ye'll have
'em all. I'll work ou pap. The' ain't
no danger o' trouble right now. any- '
ways. Qoodby, Bill Dale!"
"One moment, Miss Llttleford," and
he took a step after her. "Are you
sure there's no dunger right now?"
Buhe halted, faced about uervously,
and smiled u little.
"Don't call me 'Miss' no more," said
she. "It makes me feel old. Cull me
what everybody else calls me, et ye
don't mind. Why, every one ?' tho
uHuciviuB iusi ineir rmeK last tilgnt |
the same as the Morelnnds <lld! Meet (
ine here at sundown, and I'll tell ye ?
about It Uoodby, Bill L)alel" a
"Uoodby, Babel" he sinilecL
CHAPTER V. 3
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At the River Again.
1 John Moreland met Dale at the gate. ,
"What did ye tind out?"
"1 learned," was the answer, "that
the Ltttlefords all lost their guns Just f
as the Morelands did."
"The devil 1"
The mountaineers began to crowd
about Dale.
"/nd who," asked their leader, "do
: ye think done It?"
j Bill Dale shook his head slowly and
threw out hlg hands. '
j "How should I know?" He went (
on: "Babe told me uhout the Llttleford
guns disappearing. 1 saw her down ?
at the river; she was fishing."
j "Did she say anything," pursued
j John Moreland, "'at sounded like she
knowed whar them guns went to?"
"She told me," said Dale, "she would
give her life to stop the lighting. She
seemed rather badly worked up over
It."
From the cabin's front doorway came
a woman's sorrowful voice:
"And me, too; I'd give my life to
stop this here tlghtin*. I had a boy,
1 a big, strappln' boy?"
John Moreland frowned toward his
wife and Interrupted, "Now. Addle,
honey, don't do that."
, It ended the talk.
Mrs. Moreland dried her eyes on a
1 corner of her freshly Ironed gingham
apron, and announced the noonday
, meal. The mountaineers dispersed.
Grnndpup Moreland went away clawing
at his long white beard and grumbling
over the loss of his beloved old
Lancaster.
An hour later Dale cornered thp
Morelnnd lender on the vine-hung
. front porch and suggested that they
j look over the coal property that after'
noon, lie was eager to go to work.
1 eager to be doing something worth
while, he told Moreland. The hlllman
stood very still for whnt seemed to
the other a very long time, und had
no word to say. Kvldentl.v the feud
had all his mind now.
Whrti he did speak, be said simply:
-All right. Ulll."
After half an hour of tlghtlng their
way through thickets of blooming laurel
and Ivy, they drew up before an
old and mildewed cabin at the north
end of l>avld Moreland's mountain.
Moreland led the way In and pointed
to a spot under a small, paneless window.
"Thar," said he, "la whar wo found I
toy brother David."
The two men turned (or Hie point
*
fill
OrL
_ sealed in by toasting
light or day.
Dale picked up a piece of the shining
bluck stuff. Judging by the little
he knew and the great amount of description
he had beard, the vein was
very large and the coal Itsilf of the
Unest grade.
"It was a big dnd," he told his companion,
"a big find. It was a pity to
let It lie here untouched Tor so long;
and yet It's worth more today thau It
was ever worth before."
tils enthusiasm ran warm, and Moreland
caught It quickly. Together they |
dustily planned oat the little railroad
thai .v ? to wind Its way through che
wilds mid connect with the big rail*
roau ui ilie Halfway switch.
"I Unow I'm a-doln' right ubout It,"
the mountaineer said twice for the
benefit of his conscience. "1 know
pore David he woald want me to do
this ef he could know."
"I'm sure of It," agreed Dale. "I'll
start for Cincinnati tomorrow. I've
got enough money to take me there
and back. I have a very wealthy
Trlend there?his name Is Harris; 1
think 1 can borrow enough from him
to tlnance the beginning of this thing.
And I'll buy a locomotive and cars,'
ind all the other necessary machinery, J
while I'm In Cincinnati?unless 1 fall
to get the money from Harris. When
1 get back, which should be within
ilght days, we'll start the work. At
i guess, I'd say we'll need twenty
uen. Can we get them?"
"Shore," nodded the mountaineer.
'And ull Morelands at that."
They turned homeward. At last
Bill Dale was happy. He had something
to do now?an aim In life. He
lad difficulties to overcome, obstacles
to remove, barriers to surmount?It j
ivas his big chancel
It was almost sundown when Dale
eturued from his visit to the coal
rein?Big Fine mountajn hid the sun
it a little after three In the afternoon. !
tie borrowed a tlshlng rod and a mln-(
low pall, which made his going to the
lver seem proper enough to John
Uoreland, and set out to meet Babe
Llttleford. He was glad that nobody
sxpressed a desire to accompany him.
ne found Ben Llttleford's daughter:
vhere he had found her twice before?
lifting on a stone the size of a small
mrrei. sne was nshing with an un)alted
hook, which was equal to flshng
not at all, and she seemed pleased
vhen she saw him coming. He sat j
lowu on the stone at her side. She
noved over a little shyly, and tried to j
*over her feet with her calico skirts.
"Needn't bother to hide them,"
aughed Bill IJule. "They're pretty
nough. Most feet, y'know, are necesinry
evils, tike chimneys and ruinpouts
1"
Babe Llttleford blushed. He went
>n. to hide her confusion, "Tell me
ihout the rltles."
"You must shore keep It a secret,"
the told hlin.
"1 promise."
"Better put yore hook In, so's ef uny>ody
comes along?"
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Dale threw out an empty hook.
"I want to tell ye some other things
fust, so's ye'll onderstand better when
I come to the part about the rifles," ?
Babe began, looking thoughtfully
across the water to where a kingfisher
?at In watchful waiting. She continued
slowly, choosing her words carefully,
"I was brought up to hate them
Morehinds. but?1 don't think I do. My
people Is Jest like the Morelands. The
biggest difference ye can And Is that
one side mostly has grey eyes like
you and t'other side mostly has brown
eyes like me. Ail but their everlastln'
ugh tin', they're good people, B'ii i?nie.
"Each side, ye see, Is brought up to
bate t'other side. I'm ashamed to tell
It, but?I onderstand the fust plain
words my Uncle Saul Llttleford's Inst t
baby said was these here: D?n John
Moreland !' It started a long time ago,1
and It started over nothln'. Urandpap
Llttleford and John Moreland's pap
got In a dispute over whether Kaln-.
tucky was In Vlrginny or Nawth Ca'-liner,
and went to flghtln' about It.
Purty soon my Uncle Saul and Abner
Moreland happened along, and they
went to tlghtln', too. Thank goodness,
it was on Sunday, and none of 'em
didn't have their rifles with 'em. Whatever
else we are or ain't up here, Bill i
rv- i-v - * '
ume, we g?n any respects tne isubbath
day to keep It holy. . .
"I see," Dale muttered sympathet-i
Ically.
"I've seen my own mother set down,
In the floor and take her boy'a head
In her lap?oh, such a big, One boy he
wasl?while the blood run through her
dress from a Moreland's bullet. He
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1'ho Wamble Hill National Farm Association is entitled to do
business in the entire county, and it charges 1 per cent for its
iervices if loan is made, other wise all is refunded except actual
*ost. Bring your land deed for inspection when making application.
B. J. Dougl ass, Sec. Treas.
Wamble Hill N. F. I.. A.
(Mfice in Rear of Bank of Chesterfield Building
Hardware,
Furniture,
Farming Tools
Going At Greatly Reduced Prices
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