Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 9, 1922, Page 2

aid, 8YNOPSIS. | _CHAPTER I.—Young Carlyle Wilburton 1 Dale, or “Bill Dale,” as he elects t5 be inown, mon of a wealthy coal operator, John K. Dale, arrives at the Hal{way in eastern Tennessee, abandon- ite of idle_ease—and incidentally & bride, Patricia Clavering, at the altar— determined to bis own way in life. ,He meets “Babe" Littleford, typlcal ‘mountaineer girl. “By” Heck, & charac- r of the bills, takes him to Joln Blore- 1and‘s home. ~Moreland is chlef of his “clan,” which has an old feud with the Littlefords. He tells Dale of the killing | of hia brather, David Moreland, years 2g0; owner of rich coml deposits, by a n named Carlyls. Moreland's descrip- R:n of “Carlyle’’ causes Dale to belleve the was his father. c II—Dale arranges to make his home with the Moreland family, for whom he entertains. a deep respect. CHAPTER III.—Talking with ‘Babe” Littieford next day, Dale:is ordered by o Adam” Bal ully of the district, to leave “his gi Dals replies alone, iritedly, and they fight. Dale whips o bully, though badly u up. He ar- with Johyi: Doy to develop ranges m‘fia‘ conl daposits.’ n_ Littleford aends a challenge to John Moreland to mest him with his followers next day, in bat! Moreland agrees. QEAPTER 1V.—During the night all the i the guns belonging to the Littlefords and e Morelands mysateriously disappear. CHAPTER V.—Dale srranges to g0 to Clucinnat! to secure mouey for the min- ing of the coal. The two clans find their weapons, which the women had hidden, and line up for battle. *“Babe,” in an effort to stop the fighting, crosses to the Moteland side of the river, and is accl- deptally shot by her father and serlously ‘wounded. g CH. APTER VI—To get proper surglcal John Morsland, Ben Littleford and Dale convey “Babe,’”” unconscious, to the city. Doctors assure them she is not soriously hurt. Dale meets an old friend, Bobby McLaurln, who had married tricla Clavering. Telling his father of vid Moreland’s coal, the old gentle- man’s actions convince his son of his father's guilt in the killing of Moreland. (Continued from last issue) CHAPTER VII. Lonesome. ! When John Sloreland and BLen Lit- tletprd’ had finished - their brenkfast there i fhte dining room of the Biais- drdnk the water from their fingerbowls, tureatened with sudden death the waiter who snickered, and found the way. to the lobby. T'o_Littleford the mingtes dragged goddenly, - Finnlly he ‘told Moreland, in 4 sentence filled with double neg: tives, that he could bear the suspense no Jonger, and proposed that they set ontiat once for Doctor Bracmer’s hos- pital. The hotel manager overheard Romle Of the one-sided tonversatl he “phoned the surgeon and learned that the yYoung wolmun Was resting easily, which intormatlon he passed on 'to the mountain men. Ben Littleford was quiet for five winates, more or less. Then he ugain proposed to John Moreland that th £0 to the hospitul to see Babe. More- Jand retused flatly, and accompanied his refusal with an unmistakable look of contetopt. | “You're as restless as a dawg In a fen town,” he told his old eneiny, and with that he walked away, I ‘A few minutes later Ben Littleford 8tole out unnoticed. by his mneighbor from the Big £Ine, and went at a hrjsk galt up the street. Moreland, found it out shortly atterward; he tollowed the Litueford chief hotfoot, aud overtook nim. ‘Crust your hill dwellet to note tandmarks when he goes fito unknown territory — Littleford was headed straight for the hospital. | Whey walked for two blocks In si- lence. Moreland had assumed the at- titude of one who has hdd the guard- tanship of an Irresponsible person thrust upon him, But soon he soft- ened somewhat. 1 shore cain’t onderstand, Ben,” he drawled, “how Bill Dale ever could bear it to llve here.” . #1 wonder,” Littleford said absent- mipdedly, as though he had not heard, “whar Bill Dale {8 at? It's mighty durned lonesome without him, ain't it? A'bat was good ham we had for break- Mus', John.” |41t wasn't ham. It was beel.” !i t was ham.” "~ - N 1%1t was ‘beet.? U 4 1t was ha—" N ' | {Don't ye reckon,” flared Joho 1and, “that 1 know: g, ang cQy,s meat when I see ft? It was beef!” | S'hey had balted in the middle of & stream of pedestrlans. A policemwan ciotvded his way to them..*7i i *Move on!” he growled, e e i Bill Dale whs at'that moment enter- ing the lobby of the Blalsdell with Robert McLaurin at his side. Dale had just told McLaurin that he meant to-go to Cincinnati to borrow touey from his wealthy frieud Havris, Then | McLaurin “told Dale something that saved him the journey to Cincinnati, “You haven't heard about Harris, Bill? I'm sorry, because he would have accommodated you. He went broke a few days ago in the cotton smash. « He: was: here yesterday, and 181t Inst night for Ciney.” Dale did not try to conceal his Bur- | prise and disappeintment. Harrls, for ight by.Doubleday . Page" &‘a,‘ AL his youtl, bhad been @ business mar- vel. “Ill have to try somebody here, 1] Zuess. But 1 won't take it from fa- ther—mothér wouldn't permit it, any- way, if she knew—and there are sev- eral other reasons. Queer how a fel- low’s mother would turn him down Jike this! Usually, y’know, it's a fel- low’s mother that sticks by him the longest. . . . “L wonder where I could. find old Newton \Wheatley, of the Luther- Wheatloy Iron company? 1 know him, all right. He always liked me, Bobby.” “Yowll tind him at home,” McLaurln answered. *“He's out of business, and here all the time now. He might take a shot at coal. Why not 'phone him from here?” “F1t do that,” Dale declded. *Look up my two friends for me, Bobby, Wil you?’ He was soon speaking to Newton Wheatley. He was briet in stating his- wishes. To the question as to why he did not go to his father for funds— well, he had his reasons, and it was rather a private matter.’ Wheatley, of course, remembered the near-wedding. “he old fron man was silent for what seemed to Dale a very long time. Then his voice came over the wire with an almost ominous calm: “Who besides you has seen this vein; Carlyle? Anybody that knows coal?” “Yes, my father,” Dale answered quickly. “He went over it years ago. Ask him about the coal in David More- land’s mountain, 'Phone him, and then ‘phone me. I'm waiting at the Blais- dell.” Wheatley agreed a little reluctantly. Dale waited patlently for fiftcen minutes. Then the clerk called him to the 'phone. He took up the receiver with boyish eagerness. Whentley began cordially: “Your fa- ther tells me it is a good proposition, Carlyle, so I'll let you have all the money yow'll need. And if you want a zood mining man, 1 know where. you can lay your hands on one; also I can furnish you, at half the original cost, all the necessary machinery and acces- | sories. You didn’t know' the okl Lu- ther-Wheatley company dickered in conl as welt as iron; eh? Well, it did. Let me see you at three o'clock this afternoon—" Dale was jubllant. Here was a rare stroke of good fortune. He went to McLaurlu—who had not yet found John Moreland and Ben Littleford— and told him about it. McLaurin was almost ag happy as Dale over it. A bellboy- appeared Jike a jack-ln-the-hos in the center of the floor. “Mistoh Cahlyle Dale! Mistoh Cahlyle Dale!” Dale wheeled. “Well?” “Wuted imwefitly at Doctoh Brae- mel's hospittle, suh!” Dale shook hands with MeLuurin® and hurricd toward the street. A few minutes later Doctor Braemer met bim in the reception room. “What's wrong, doctor?” I'he surgeon beckoued, -“Coute with me.” He turned and led the way through a long corridor and to & swnny white room where Babe Littléford lay with a bandage about her temples. Ben Lit- tleford was on his koees at his daughter’s bedside; he was slowly wringing his big, rough hands and beg- ging piteously to be forgiven. Babe stared at him a tritie? coldly. She had not yet seen the two men who stood in the doorway. Then she in- terrupted her father: “You hush, pap, and go away. ¥'d told ye a hunderd tiwes about fightin® n-bein” murder, and ’specially to- us wimmenfolks, and you never would pay any ’tention to me. You hush, pap, and go away. Ef I die, I'll jest hat to die. And ef I dle, 1 shore do want to die in peace. Go way, pap.” “But ye must live, Babe, hone Ben Littleford moaned. “Ef you was to die, what'd 1 do?” “1 don’t know what ye'd do, pep,” Babe said weakly. “You ough to thought o' that afore, pap. It mgy be too lite mow. 1 want ye to go oh eft and' e’ me alone. Lt I die, I wagt to die in peace. The Lord knows 1 er got to live in peacel” - : 2 There was a worried look In her wondefful brown eyes, and the doctor saw’'it. Mg Strode forward declsively and hetped Littleford to his feet. LThe hillman: wiped away (@r.tear-with-his faded blue bandanajiand hung his head. He had beenijnnde a brok wman in one day. ) “Go out to your ffiend Morelwnti smiled the doctor, “and walt therai£o! i o A little whitel” % i Babe’s father walked unsteadily ou” of the room, Dale:went to Doctor Braemer and whispered, “Isn’t she go- ing to 'make it?” anxiously. “Certainly she’s going to make it,” Braemer assured himi “Go on; she wants to see you.” Dale drew & chair up.close to the white bed and sat down. Babe'’s eves lighted at once, and_she put a haud uncertainiy out:toward-him. Dale: took the hand in his. He saw that it was a Httle pale under its delicate sunburn. | ing to die, Babe?” ;hig own, and-as-swhite ag-a:- , Babe,” Yie told her *“Why do you think you're go- softly. She:smiled at him. *“Why, I-don’t think I'm a-goin’ to die,” she said.. *“1 know. I'm .a-goin’ to live, Bill Dale. 1 Teel like 1 could walk ftifty miles Xight now " . “But 1'hedrd you tell your father—" #1 was a-tryin’ to skeer him out o' fightin’. any more,” she - interrupted. ot ““'BY el | Wag a-Tryin’ to Skeer Him Out o' Fightin® Any More,” She Inter. rupted, % “And 1 helieve I 'bout done it, don’t you?” Dule was relieved. “I do. Is there anything you want, Babe? 1f there is, Lll get it for you if it’s in the uni- verse.” . *“The universe?” she repeated Inquir- ingly. “What's the universe, Bill Dale? Somethin’ to eat?” “The world, the sun, the moon, and the stars.” . She smiled at him again. “No,” she sald, “the’ ain’t nothin’ 1 want, and ain’t nothin’ ye -can do fo' me, 1 reckon.” “But 1 thought, ‘as they sent for me—" Babe Littleford’s tingers held tightly to his. It was me that sent o’ you.” She turned her face the other way. “1 was so lonesome, Bill Dale!” Robert McLaurin’s. wife, Fatricia, visited Babe twice daily, and a friend- ship that was none the less warm for being unique sprang up -qulckly be- tween them. Patricia declared to her husband that she was going to keep Babe—whom ' she was already calling by her proper name, the sume being Ltizabeth—and educate her. There was room in the bungalow, Patricia sald; and she really needed compauy, because Bobby was away so much. Babe accepted little Mrs. McLaurin's offer as soon as BIIL Dale convinced her that she wouldn't be merely an ob- Jeet of charity. The hill pride’s first luw Is that one wmust pay for what he gets—and it's probably the first law God laid down for old Adam in Eden. Ben Littleford seemed bewil- dered and blue when they told him of the arrangement, but he voicéd no ob- Jectlon. Dale pressed ,upon lim a loan of a hindred dollars, and or- dercd him to give it to his daughter, which be did. Elzabeth Littleford, of course, would need new clothing, I ain’t even got any dresses at home,” she whispered to Patricia, “but two” Bill Dale was sure now that le loved Babe, -and lie was almost sure that she cared for him. But he w: quite properly in no haste to come to an understanding. He had known all aloug that Babe would have to be cducated! and a woman's tastes, he reasoned, might change with ednca- tion. And he wanted her to have the opportunity of knowing other men of his class. If she couldn’t love him with a lasting love, he didu't want ber to love him at all. "’ Qddly or not, he never thouglt of Jimmy Fayne. CHAPTER VIlI, | Major Bradley and Henderson Goff. When Bill Dale, the expert mining man Hayes and the two mountaineers stepped from R short passenger train at the Halfway switch, they were ap- proached by the moonshiner, Heck, and a man whom Date had never scen before. He was tall, and his bearing :was erect and soldierlike, though he .was eyery day of sixty years old. ‘His ‘eyes were blue and twinklivg with | everlasting “good humeot; “his grdy’ mustaches and Imperial were .exceed- ingly well cared for; his teeth were girl's, and they bore out his genorai' Al of neatness. He ':&:é;"fi;i . Southerner of the old typés™ 8 3% ElinoMoremaa, 2 | Ty But Moreland didn't hear. He ran forward with his right hand out- stretched, and so did Ben Littleford. Men could not have greeted a brother with more gladoess, Dale thought. i “HI, thar, Major Bradley!" the hill-; man cried. “And how d'ye cuwe on| today?” . [ “I am very well. gentiemen, thank you,” said the major, smiling. He shoéok their hands heartily. “The | trainmen guve us your message yester- 123 &y,” he weaton, still_smiling, “and (Contnued on Page 4) i fencel’” ¢ g weé were delighted To 1earn What e Young woman was out of danger. I trust you are all in good health, gen- tlemen.” They assured him that they were, Moreland turned to introduce Bill Dale uand the mining man. KFrom the mo- ment that Major Bradley gripped Dale’s hand they were friends, “Mighty glad to knmow you, sir!” " exclaimed the old lawyer. “I've been ‘hearing s ‘great ‘deal about’ you, sir, over in tlie; valley of the Doe. They ew 1o think ‘théle'snobedy just like 11 Dale! It was “Bill -Dale this, and Bill'"Dale-‘that it was. ‘Here) or, ‘Here's where Bill Dale was stand- ing when such-and-sgch happened,’ o ‘Here's. where: Bill Dale crossed the “Hah-hab:hah1” sluggishly lsughed Wwho§too@ “leaning on t muzzle of his rifle. “Bill Dale is all right, major; ye'ye shore got my word 10* that.” & . The others laughed. Then John Moreland -said they’d better be mov- ing, or they'd be late for dinner. © When they had put a bundred yards of David Moreland’s wountain behind them, the old Southerner tugged slyly ut Dale’s sleeve and- whispered: “Let us fall behind a little, if you please. 1 want to speak with you privately.” They began to lag, and soon there was a distance of several rods be- tween them and the others. “1 heard through Addie Moreland,” began Bradley, bis friendly hand on { the younger man's arm, “about you { and what you're planning to do for the Morelands. . I’ tell you, sir, [ thanked heaven for your coming, and you may count on me to help in any way I can. ‘The Morelands are quite friendly to me now, though up to the middle of last summer they didn't lke me any too well because I made Beu Littleford's cabin my home when out here. “It was a simple thing that brought | as together. John_Moreland’s little nephew was lost in‘the woods and his mother was frantic. There are pan- thers, you know, and wildeats, rattlers, and copperheads, I was fortunate enough to find the boy, and carried him home. That was all. Lhey'ré a fine people, my boy, and so are the Littlefords. Good old English blood that somehow wandered off. There's no purer, cleaner blood in America, sir., p “And noiy—how are you getting along with your plans for the opera- tion of the coal mine?” “Lxcellently,” answered Dale. “We have the necessary finance; a geared locomotive and’ cars and light steel have been bargained for.” “Good !” Bradley gave Dale a hearty slap on the shoujder. 7 ‘“There’s something else I wanted to say, Mr. Dale”” ‘he continued, his voice grave. “You're nearly certain to have a barrel of trouble: with a shyster coal man named Henderson Goff. He's a villain, sir, if ever there was one! And he's quite the smooth- est article I've ever seen. He can make you believe black is white, if only you'll listen to him long enough.” “Is he—has he been here recently?” Dale wanted to know. “He's here row,” answered the ma- jor. “He's been here for three days, and he's been working devilment fast. He was up here last summer, trying to buy the Moreland coal for a song he knows all the people, you see. As soon as he landed here on this pres- ent trip, he found out about your in- tentions. Then, at night, he freed Adam Ball from his tobacco barn pris- on, and went home with him. “Well, By Heck followed them and did some eavesdropping—poor By has his stroug points!” the major went on. ‘“Goft learned that Adam Ball's father knew about the coal vein long before David Moreland discovered it and got lawful possession of the moun- tain. Then Goff made the Balls be- lieve that they were due a big share of the proceeds of the Moreland coal! Tt wasn't very hard to do, I guess. The Balls, this set, at least, were originally lowlanders; the§ took to the moun- tains, 1 understand, to keep from he- ing forced to fight during the war.” Goft's idea,” muttered Dale, “is to get the Balls to scare me into selling instead of developing, eh?” “Exactly,” nodded old “Then be would settle with the Balls by giving them a dollar or two a day for digging coal; perhaps he. would put them off uantil the mine was worked out for half of that, and then skip. Anyway, Goff would come out at the big end.” “1 see,” said Dale. “If there’s anything that.1 can do, at any timne, you won't hesitate to let me 'know?” said the major. “You may consider yourself attorney and legal adviser for the Moreland Coal company, of which I have the honor tobe general manager,” smiled Dale, “it. you will.” . Major Bradley's voice came happily, “My dear boy, I am glad to accept! And there shall be no charge for any Fervico-that I Wiy fender.” = i They were not long In reaching the “green valley, which lay very beauti- ful and very | in_theXwarny he low, slow {Idkling ©F the cowbells made music that was sweet and pleas- ing. . Suddenly John Moreland stopped, uttered a swearword under his breath, turned and went back to Dale. “Thie’s a man a-waitin' on 'us ahead thar, Bill,” he drawled, “'at ye shore want to watch like a hawk to keep him from a-stealin’ the eyeteeth out o yore head. His nawme is Hender- -son Goft, and he wants coal.” They wen: on. Soon they met a man W] | manner, where Bill Dale whipped Black Adam,” Bradley. | ! ht of the ea Ju%{Sun. LT RULT | et 0w urmuring of %‘;rfim:l riveryahd’ an kecp i niade ‘Dale think~ of storfes he bad leard and read of Mississippi river steamboat gamblers of the long ago. His eyes were black, and as keen as. a pair of spear-points; his mustaches, too, were black, and they had sharp, upturned ends like those'of a Mephis- to. The major had said that he was & smooth article; be certainly looked it. He met John Moreland with aun olly smile and thrust.out his hand. But Moreland wouldn’t.see the ha i “Anything ve' the whole business; and when he opens - his m@gth, e can, cocl ) ead to one sfde aud listen fo!igaw: | had nothing whatever to say. They walked on toward the cabin of the Moreland chief, with Goff keéping up a running fire of talk concérning the scenery, the climate—anything but coal. At John = Moreland's gate, Goff nudged Dale with an elbow and whis- pered: “Meet me at one o'clock down- there where the big sycamore lles across the river. Ive got something to tell you that will interest you.” He didn't wait for a reply, but turned away with By Heck. He went to the home of the Hecks ostensibly to have his fortune 'told—really, to get his dinner. The old woman didn’t pitality wouldn’t permit her to refuse him a meal. ' She felt-that she was almost even with him when, after” him to look out for a big, tall, grey- eyed young man with an oak tree in one hand and a couple of cliffs in the other. . . . . Dale told Major Bradley and John Moreland of that which Goft had said to him at the gate.” The major sug- gested forthwith that he go to meet the man; it couldn't possibly do any harm, and there was a chance that he would learn something of Goff's 1n- tentions. So Dale went. Goff was already there, waiting. He was sitting on a stone .on the More- land side of the river, whittling idly. When he saw Dale approaching, he smiled and nodded, rose and pocketed his knife. “I want to make you an offer for that coal,”” he said at once. “All right,” Dale replied. “If your offer is big enough, it will be consid- ered. But no shyster price is going to get that coal, Goft.” Goft frowned uneasily. “You 'don’t know coal, Mr. Dale. You don’t know the business of min- ing—or I've got you sized up wrong. .- . . trying to do things they weren't ased to doing. There’s a big chance, too, that the coal isn't what it looks to be on the surface. You'd better take a sure thing, and avoid a possibllity of cash, for that coal.” Dale shook his head. “Youll have to come heavier than that, y'know, if you get the Moreland coal.” “Aund an extra thousand for your- self!” Dale laughed a low, queer laugh. “You amuse me, Goff,” said “Seems to me you've missed your call- ing in life. What a peach of a king- villain you'd make in melodrama! You wouldn't have to act, either; you'a have to be just your natural self. And you make me mad, too, Goff. Because JI'm on: the square with the More- lands and everybody ‘else-wnow, get that!” . The corners of the shyster coal mav’s mouth came down. “Oh, bosh—don't pass me that vir- tue stuff. Every man hss his price, high or low. You've got yours, and I've got mive. T give you five thou- sand, spot cash, If you'll . persuade John Moreland to sell to me for five thousand, and nobody'll ever kmow you got a rakedown from me. Tt's all the coal is worth, that ten thousand. Well, yes?” with anger, and he was.pale now. He clenched his hands. “You can't insult me like that and zet away with it. Goffy’ he clipped. “We're going to fight, Goff, and I'm going to put a licking on you that fifteen horses can't pull off. Get me?" He threw aside his coat and rolled lis sleeves to his elbows. Henderson Gofl ran his right hand quickly to a rear trouser pocket and brought back a stub-nosed automatie pistol, which he turned threateningly toward Bill Dale. “Go easy, friend,” Goft sald very complacently. _ *There’s no use in getting sore. I want:thé coal, that's all. If T can't get it by fair means. T’ get it fo another-way: O, I don't nyind telling you; one man's oath is as good in court as another man's. It Lll--give. Fou. o much.. : Fou'll B¢ glad ‘to sell it to me later for halgbat amount. The Balls thiak s e S o8 b the, e Well,’1 can’t waste tinéiin. dickeri with you. What do you say?” “I say,” and Dale smiled an odd lit- tle smile, “that your plan appears to be perfect, except that you've ove! looked oue or two important detail: | For instance, there's the law, y'knorw. *“The law—now don’t go and fool yoursel{!” exclaimed Goff. “The state { couldn’t afford to keep a hundred men here, month o and month out, just to _protect your little mine. My patience is about gune, Dale—for the last time, what do say?? like him, but her inborn spirit of hos- | shuffing and reading the ‘cards, she | told him -that it would be :wise for | Thousands of men have gone busted | loss. TI'll give you five thousand, spot | he. | o I Dale was of the type that goes pale you don't take me up at ten thousand, | # =% % 3} i | d ,Wmeegm | Datg, th# ot whom* e tready heard:' Dela | “T say t Tll beat you at any game you put up against me,” very quietly. “Furthermove, 1 say thatyou are a coward and a scoundrel, ‘and that you.haven’t got the insides in you to fight me a fair man’s fight. It/you'll only pocket that thing you've got in your hand, I'll mow down half an acre of meadow bush with your body.” The other turned red, then white, then red again, Bill Dale's words had lashed him keenly. "His eyes became like ‘hard blgek: beads, and he began e e And He Began to Raise the Wicked. Looking' Pistol As Though He Meant to Fire. though he meant to_fire. Then there was. the sound of a breaking twig behind him, and a voice drawvled out: little ‘gun, or the middle o' Tarinent is yore po’tion right now!” It was the moonshiner, By Heck, and his rifle was leveled. Goff dropped the pistol. Heck grinned, advauced slowly, took up the weapon that the billfolk call a “coward’s gun” and tossed it into the river, - “Now- git—cut the mustard—light a away from here,” he ordered, fore I let Bill Dale loose on yel!” Goff went away rapidly. “I wonder if you heard him say anything that would make you valu- able as a witness,” muttered Dale, “in the event we want to have him ar- rested?” I heerd- you tell him ’at he was atdéard to fight ye a fair man’s fight, and?at ‘ef ‘he’d -pocket that thing he beld in bis hand ye'd mow down twen- 1y.acres o’ meadow bush with his low- down body—tbat’d be vallyable in co’te wouldn't it?” Dale smiled. Then he frowned. (Continued in Next Issue) PRETTY CONSTABLE ABLE TO SERVE LEGAL PAPERS (By unT;- Press) TFoledo, 0., Feb. 9.——A constable i with bobbed hair flapping galoshes, minus the false whiskers, is pretty | Miss Lena Buckley. 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