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CHAPTER XIX Continuad,
Morelnnd winced ;crceptlbly. The
big, crooked finger cmno woy from the
hnir-flnc trigger. He had never expect
ed to hear the man whom ho knew aa
John K. Cnrlile mjr tJiut which ho had
Just said. It hud never entered his
Mind thnt John K. Cnrlyle could he
Then the grout and hitter deslro for
revenge rushed into his lirnln agnln,
ii nd Ids lirnd went down, mid Ida keen
right eve looked along the alghtii nnd
to the kneeling man's breast. Ilia trig
Bfcr linger began slowly to crook
Until this Instnnt Kllznbeth Utile
ford hiid hrcti ns one frozen, tin it been
us it figure enrved In stone. Now she
spmitg to her feet mid went between
Mnrolniid nnd bin undent enemy.
"Put 'nt gun down wait ontel t tell
)e, John Mon-lnm), lint I've got to tell
J el" ilia cried tensely, lapsing Into tho
old dlulect In her excitement. While
.Morelnnd stared, the went on!
"It wasn't Newton Whentloy 'nt put
up the money to start yoro coal mine
ngoln'; It wns this innii boro I And the
Alexander Criiylleld Conl corp'ratlon
which hns been u-pnyln' you two ,rlces
fo, yore conl thnt wns this tnnn hero I
Mr. Huyes wns his Ids ally through It
nil. And ho's sorry, John Morelnnd,
this innn Is so sorry thnt ho wunts to
die; mid cnln't yo see It, John More
lnnd?" She caught her breath agnln mid
continued tearfully: "Oh, bo don't
desnrvc to be killed, nnd cf bo did
you're too good n man to kill him.
He's done pnld you don't know, llku
! do, bow he's pnld. You murtn't
fo'get that. And you mustn't fo'get
Hill Dale, his son. 1'ut down that gun,
John Morelnnd I Yore people Is snved,
ns Dnvld wanted 'em snved. Now
d-d-dnn't go end s-s-spoll if all, fo'
i The big mountaineer's eyes wcro
wide with amazement, for Kllznbeth
Uttlcford's every word bad horno tho
ring of truth. Ito wns too dnzed to
understand her allusion to Kill Dale
ns his old incmy's sou. The rifle camo
hack from across the palings, nnd Its
stcnl-thod butt found a place In tho
mow beside John Morelnnd's foot.
Slowly John K. Dale arose and
drew close to him, and then from
John K. Dale's soul came pouring the
pent-up anguish of remonto that had
seurrd It throuj.1i the years. The tor
rent of words flowed on, whllo the
mountaineer stood rigidly regarding
him with a strange light In his pierc
"I enn't ask you to forgive me,"
Dale Unshed brokenly. "I don't ex
pect forgiveness; my crime was too
great. Hut can't you, (or the sake of
the boy, Irt me keep on trying to
stone for my slnt"
John Morelnnd looked long nnd
srnrchlnidy Into the fare of the plead
ing mst before him, The bitter
struggle that wns going on within him
was mirrored on his rugged coun
tenance. Hut gradunUy the bitterness
faded i bis huge frame trembled; ho
pat a hnnd slowly down on tho other's
"Tho boy," ho muttered "mil Dale:
Is be yoro boy? Yore mimo wns Car-
"My boy, yes my hoy, Hill Dale.
Carlylo Is an old family mime. My
father was at the head of a big conl
concern; he sent mo down here ln
cognlto to get a line on the Morelnnd
vein, Mnybe ho thought thn price
would be high If It were Itftown thnt
lie wnnted It; I don't kiio-. I I enn't
lien uttlcrorus daughter was
watching closely, hoping ngnlnst hope,
praying to benven with nil her lionrt;
and then tho saw John K. Dale put
Ills right band up to John Morelnnd i
hnnd, take It and press It and she
saw John Morelnnd, his bearded
mouth Jerking, give the nnswerliig
squeeze that meant something very
ktu to forgiveness.
She ran out nt the gnte, run up to
the giant hllltmin and put her arms
round his neck: sho drew his great
brown head down nnd kissed him on
the cheek. And John Morelnnd let
his tille fall unnoticed to Die snow,
Vjjt Ills nrms nround her shoulders ni
though lie were his own daughter,
tiowcd his bead nnd sobbed out n
-few word she did not understand
Night hnd fallen when they readied
lléíi Üttleford's cabin home. The girl
wan welcomed with much Joy ; old
Dole was received with almost nffee
tlbnate cordiality. A retiring tiro wns
soon going In the best room, and old
í)ne wns piven the cnsleit of the
jberpskln-llued rockers, lien Utile-
'ford, washed scrupulously clean of
C6M smut, sat nenr the guest of honor.
iJohn Morelnnd, who was so thought
fill thnt ho seemed to hear and see
nothing, sst close to Hen Uttlcford.
Suddenly Dale looked toward his
tfiost and asked: "Where Is my son?
At that moment Dale the younger.
In boots and corduroys, appeared In
the outer doorway and answered for
"Here he Is, father. Are you well?'
Dale the elder arose, nnd their
tmnds clasped warmly. Young Dale
thro shook buds with Kllznbeth, who
blushed In spite of herself as she
To lildo her confusion, Elizabeth
turned to tho tall and lanky Hy Heck,
who had como In behind Hill Dale,
How nro you, Hy?" she greeted
"Hongry," grinned Hy Heck, taking
her hnnd awkwardly. "I novcr o't
nothln' hut a couple o' baked 'possums
nnd a peck or two o' sweet 'tutors fo'
dinner, and I've been as busy ns the
tlcv as thunder n'tloln' notlil:,' ever
seuee. Doln' nothing shore docs make
me hongry, M-M-M-MIss Hnbe."
Supper wns nnnounceil, nnd they
went Into a long, log-walled room thnt
served ns both kitchen nnd dining
Hill Dnto snt hesltlo his father nnd
tnlkcd of nothing hut conl veins big
and little conl veins, long and short,
hrond and narrow, deep nnd shallow,
blue nnd blaelc conl veins. Ilnlio Ut-
tlefonl, who wouldn't mnrry him, who
hnd como bnck to tho hills to torturo
him with n beauty thnt be hnd never
believed inisslblo In any woman,
shouldn't know that ho wns even
thinking of tier I
Ho talked conl with bis father until
bedtime, and he was w iser In tho ways
of the black diamond when nlno
o'clock came. After Hen Mttlcford
bud hnltlngJy conducted family pray
ersand In this ho mentioned even
the Hnlls, Turners nnd Torreys Hill
Dale bnde them nil good night nnd
stnrtcd for his ofllco to sleep, rolled In
n blanket on the llonr. Thero wns n
lack of beds at Hen Uttlcford's that
A Utile later, John Morelnnd drew
old lien nut to the cabin yard, Tho
skies were rJenr, nnd tho moon wns
shining brightly; every whero there
wns beauty nnd pencefulness,
Hen," softly, "I'vo got to bother ye
n minute, ns late as It Is. I wanted yo
to find mo n l.jtnmcr nnd n chisel nnd
"I've got 'cm all three right thar
In the house," replied Uttlcford. "Hut
wliHl'n the name o' Torment nr-J
thunderntlon do yo want with a ham
mer and n clilttol and a lantern, John,
Tho answer came straightforwardly.
It was the Morelnnd way.
"I'm a-goln' up thar to whar poro
David be'a burled at, and cut off some
them letters offen tho stone, Hen. I
caln't sleep ontel It's done. You can
guess what part I'm a-goln' to cut off,
Yes," said Uttlcford. "Habe told
me about what happened up thar
"The Doy," He Muttered "Dill Dale;
Is Ht Yor Doyf Yort Nams Was
And I'm pnw'ful glad
to do It, John, old
Ho went with Morelnnd to tho llttlo
enclosure on the highest point of
David Morelnnd's mountain. Ho held
the lighted lantern while Morelnnd
worked. They were there for hours.
When the work was finished David
Morcland's brother arose from his
knees In the snow, put the hummer
mid the chisel Into his pocket, nnd
spread ojien bis cold, cramped lingers.
"Kf Dnvld could know," bo said
wearily, "I believe he'd be glnd 'at
1 done It. Anyway, It makes me feel
Hen Uttlcford I nit a big hand on
John Morelnnd's shoulder.
"Yes," he agreed, "ef David could
know about It, bo'd be glnd 'at ye done
It, John. The' hain't no doubt o' that.
And who can say ho don't know about
KllcabcUi learned of It early on tho
following morning. When breakfast
was over, she whispered to John K.
Dale that there was something she
bad to show him. flhu wouldn't tell
him anything In advance. Ho he went
with her to see for himself.
When nt last they stood Inside the
wcatherbeaten pnllugs, Kllznbeth
pointed nnd snldi
"Look there, nnd Umnk God I"
Dalo looked and snw. The color left
his face, then camo bnck. He shut his
oyes, swaied a little on his feet, op
ened bis eyes, looked nnd snw agnln,
Ho turned to Die young womnn with
a great Joy shining on his fnce.
"I hnven't been so glnd," be told
her, "for twenty-five years."
TJio chiseling nwny of tho lower live
lines had not only obliterated the
curwi! It hnd loft nn nlmost perfect
croHs. Then John Morelnnd's bnro,
cold nnd tlndess hnnds hnd gone to
work nnd tnndo It, In every respect, n
The End of It All.
Tho sun shone very brightly that
day, and tho snow began to melt on
the plnces that were not shaded.
When be returned with Kllznbeth from
tho crest of David Morelnnd's moun
tain, John K, Dnto took a rocker be
fore the tiro and sat thoro thinking,
thinking, until the midday mcnl was
announced, when the midday meal
was over, ho resumed his chair nnd
snt thero thinking, thinking, until the
nftcrnoon wns hnlf gone.
Then ho called Kllznbeth to him.
"Will you go to my son nnd tell him
I wish to see him?" he said. And he
added under his breath! "I think It In
best that thoy should know,"
Kllznbeth heard that which be had
snld to himself ns well ns sho heard
that which ha hnd snld to her. Should
know I Know what? Sho had n sud
den wild fenr that Mrs. Dnla had
broken her promise novcr to bren tho
a word of the truth concerning Uie
Adam Hall affair. Nevertheless, she
put on her hat and her gloves nnd
went to Illll Dulo's office.
Dnlo snt with his elbows on his desk
and with his head In his hands. To
all appearances, ha was unaware of
tho presence of the glti In tho door
She spoke. "Hill I"
Ho sat up straight and faced her.
Ho scorned surprised.
"Yon- father wants you," In a low
voice. "He's got something to tell
you thnt Uiat will make you think
almost nothing of met"
Young Dale frowned. "What Is It?"
"I'd rather he'd toll you about It.
Hill Dale, I don't think I could bear
to tell you myself"
Sho turned and was about to hasten
away, wliei. ha called to her:
"Wnltl" nnd she waited.
"Has It," ho asked, "anything to do
with 'our mnriiago to Jimmy Kayno?"
He uroo and put on his broad
rimmed hut. "I'll ndmlt," ho smiled,
"that I'm worso than a granny woman
for poking my nosa Into other people's
affairs when aro you going to marry
The answer came quickly : "Never."
repeated Kllznbeth, very
cried Itllznbcth, ernspor-
i '(loudness I" Inuglied Dale. "You're
I dramatic, or vehement, or both. Muy
' I walk home with jou, Hnbe?"
i "Yes, sir,'' promptly, "If you wunt
' They set out ncrosa the snow-covered
incnduwa, nnd neither spoke an
other word until they bud renehed
lien Ultlefnnl's log house, The girl
looked nt him qucerly us they en-
leied. After bo knew
Did Dale still sat before the II m,
and near him sat silent John Moto
laud. Old Dnlo motioned toward an
"I'lcuto close It, Kllzabcth," he re
quested, and sho obeyed. "Now tit
down. I've got something to tell the
three of you. And I funcy It will In
terest all of you."
The two who hnd Jut come In took
chairs at the fireside. After n mo
ment, John K. Dnlo begun:
"J.'ou've often wondered, Hill, about
thnt savage streuk its you tiiooso to
call It thnt is In you. You Inherited
It. Much of that which we are, It Is
claimed, Is Inherited, nnd it must he
correct; like begets like, of course,
Hut thero Is no savage streak In you,
Hill. You nre hot-headed, that's all.
Your virtues overbalance that, by far.
I have never seen another man who
Vinn a greater love for honesty and
fair play, ur a greater hatred for all
that is hollow atid false, or morn cour
uge to stick up for thnt which seems
to be right, than you. Now I'll tell
you how you came by those fine qual
ities ami the not-neadedness-"
Kllzabeth Uttlcford sat wide-eyed.
tense, half breathless. If he meant to
tell It, why didn't he tell It I Why did
ne neat auout me nush like that?
"Illll, this la hard for me. It brings
back a terrlMe thing. Yon know about
Utavld Morelnnd. , . . When I awoke
that morning nnd found him lying
dead at my crazed, drunken banda, 1
wished that I, too, ware dead. . . .
That great and silent wilderness
smothered me, 1 Imagined that I could
hear voices calling to me, saying
Cain I calnr
They came from the laurel thickets.
from the tree overhead, from the
ground, from everywlieie. You see, I
wasn't all bad, even In my wlld onts
days. Then I thought of the law, and
I ran. . ,
"Hut the cry of a child from the
cabin I wns leaving halted me before
I had gone thirty ynrds. Dnvld More
Itind's wife had left him with a baby
only few weeks old, which I didn't
pny nny particular attention to until
that morning, that black morning. At
Hint time '.hero was no other house
for miles around. I couldn't leave the
child there to dlo of starvation, after
killing Its father. So I went bnck and
got the bnby, nnd nil lis clothing, nnd
took It nwny with me. I left It nt a
farmhouse down In the lowlnnd, nnd
went to another city, nnd stnrtcd llfu
nfrcsh, , , .
"Hut later I imirrled, nnd shortly
nflcr thnt I went to the farmer nnd
luTMiiitlcd tilín to let mo adopt tho
child. I brought It up ns my own, and
educated It. ns n sort of compensation.
And I cnnie to love It Hut It was
yenrs before my wlfo loved It. Sho
didn't like children then, Hut she does
"Well, Babe, Kltttn, Must I Drag Yeu
to the Altar, or Will You Qo With Me
of Your Own Fra Will?"
now. She Is paying now, and I am
paying. Don't you understand, Illll
don't you understand?"
There was a choke In his voice to
ward the last. Hill Dale went to his
feet. Ills eyes were wide, but ho did
not seem unhappy; and for that Kllza
bcth was grateful, John Morelnnd sat
as still, with his bearded, viking fnce
as expressionless as though he had
known It all along.
'And so I really am In my own
country I" cried Illll Dale, "I nm a
Morelnnd, and tho Morelnnd really
nre my own people I"
"Yes, you nro In your own country,
nnd you are a Morelnnd and your
baby name wns Duvld," snld John K.
It was then that John Morelnnd
Illll, when I fust seed you, you
mude me think n' my brother the day
ho was married. I ain't never fo'got
that. I surumly ain't su'prUotl none
ut all. Wo didn't know nhout tho
baby. Cherokee Joe told me the bnby
"Ami now, son," pleaded old Dale,
tils voice breaking, "nny thnt you for
Hill Dnle, Dnvld Morelitud'H boy,
knelt beside tho old shcepskln-llncd
rocker, took the old conl king's hnnd
in both his own nnd bent bis head
'It's nil right." he snld thickly. "It's
Kllznbeth Uttlcford arose and stole
blindly nut of the house. Her foot
steps led her, quito without her real
izing where sho wns going, across the
meadow nnd to the river above the
blown-down sycamore. And there on
that "acred spot, where she had first
felt her heart leap at the sound of
Illll Dale's voice, she sank down In
a heap In the snow and cried, and
Twilight was gathering rapidly, hut
situ did not notice It. Shu did not
notice, cither, that the air was grow
ing slendlly colder with the approach
of the mountain night. To her a
warm sun was shkilng ubovo In a
bright blue vault; to her the spirit of
summer wns everywhere; In her ears
there wns the liquid song of a meadow
Inrk, the sweet twittering of wood
thrushes, the low humming of wild
bees. The pouring of the crystnl wa
ters between the two boulders above
the pool made music to her, nnd blend
ed with It sho seemed to bear tho voice
of a big, clean, strong mnn
"1 wns thinking of the difference be
tween you and some other women I
Then a ray of hopo shone Into her
heart. Hill Dale was really n More
land nnd, therefore, of tho hill Mood
even as she was of the hill blood, and
that should make them more nearly
equal, She told herself that ho wouldn't
bo so apt to condemn her fnr being
nble t; take n human lire easily ns
one of another blood would be; he
would be morn npt to understand. And
yet, the woman h bad knowu were
gentle, tender and reflnedTtiie, fur In
stance, Patricia MclJiurln. Boon the
ray of hope died within her, and sha
bent her head and sobbed again.
On of her bare hands began to
grope Idly In th snow nt her side, and
she did not feel the cold. Suddenly
she realized that her hand war full
of shavings, whittling. Home tnnn
had been sitting thero whittling with
a pocket knife It must have been a
man, for who ever heard of a woman
whittling? She felt In the snow with
both hands, and found more whittling
them wero Inmhels of whlttllngs, It
seemed to her, lying I litre under the
Then she wondered wondered wln
It could hnve U'cn.
It wns quite dark now, but the moon
wns not jet up, A great, bright star
blitzed above David Morelund's tomb
like a beacon lire. Sho beard the muf
fled sounds of stow masculine foot
steps In thn snow behind her She
did not turn her henil. In her soul
she knew It could be but one mini.
Hill Dale's bead wits down, and he
moved ns though be neither knew nor
cured whither ho went. Then he snw
the dark heap on the river's bunk be
fore. Mm. and ho halted. Ho knew in
his soul Unit It could bo hut one wom
nn. Dule went on and snt down on s
stone the size of n snlnll buriel Hint
lay at tho river's rim,
"Hnbe?" bu snld. It wns the muting
call of bis heart In the sprluglluio of
"Who d-ilone nil ' this whltilln',
Hill?" asked Kllznbeth.
"I did," softly.
"Hut I thought you were so busy
here I It's nobody but Idlers, of
course, Hint whittles Hint Ik, most '
the Urn.' It's nobody but Idlers Unit
"Hut I'm not bus;- on Sundays, y'
know," replied Dale,
"Tell m tills," Kllznbeth iiskcf1
pointedly: "What minie you come to
this one spot to do your whlltllii'?
Couldn't .von whittle tip there In my
dnddy's cabin ynrd?"
He answered her unhesitatingly!
"IleenuHe I like to bu here. Tills
place is a shrlno to me. It wns hero
thnt I first loved you, Hnbe. Now you
tell mo this: Why did you come to
this particular spot to sit down In
tho snow? There's snow In your dad
dy's cubln ynrd!"
Hold Kllznbeth, In a voice that sound
ed smothered: "Hecnuso I like to be
here this place Is a shrine to me,
too It was hero that I tlrst loved you
"Then why," ho demanded, "won't
you marry me?"
"Hecnuso It was me Unit shot Ad
Sho went on, and (hough emotion
hnd set every fibre of her to quivering,
sho did not fnll Into the old hilt tntk,
which was proof of the magnificence
"I thought you wouldn't wnnt me
If yon knew Uiat I did that, nnd I
couldn't marry you without telling you.
Hut you know now I And do what
ever you ft el like doing or saying, you
can't hurt me; I can never be hurt
any nny m-m-m-more "
Hill Dale shot erect. Truly, this
was a day of surprises for him. He
stooped and caught her up.
"A real womnn!" he said happily,
straightening with her In his nrms, "A
real, all gold, pure gold womnn! You
loved mo well enough to kill n man
to snve me, and wouldn't let mo know
It I Woman Is n mystery, sure enough,
Hut perhaps It's because women nro
so fine nnd so fur nbovn menfolk thnt
menfolk cannot understand theiu.
Well, Hnbe, kitten, must I drag you
to the altar, or will you go with ma
of your own accord?"
Sho put her arms around his neck
nnd drew them tight
"I'd go with you. Hill Dale or Dnvld
Morelnnd. whichever It Is to the very
Inst Inch of the cud of tho world," sha
Knrly the neit morning, there enrue
strolling lazily up the river's bunk 11
lull nnd Innky mountaineer who wore,
among other things, n Mngnrn rails
mustache and cowhide boots Hint
seemed ridiculously short hecnuse of
tho grent length of his slender legs,
Ho curried n rlflo in the hollow of one
nnn; lie was looking for rnbblt-trneks
In the snow. Nenr tho pool nbnve tho
blown-down sycamore, lie enme upon
trnekw Hint hnd not been made by nny
four-footed nnimnls. There were tho
footprints of n mnn coming from one I
direction, nnd the footprints of n wmii-1
nn coming from another direction:1
only the footprints of the man went I
nwny tnwnrd Hen Uttlcford's cnhln.
Hy Heck wns puzzled. "Here come
Hill," he frowned, "and over here
comes Hnbe. And thnr, ns plain ns
dny. goes Hill; hut what become n'
Hnbe? Whur In the name o' the devil's
pet rldln'-hoss did she go to? Not
straight up. shorelyl"
He scrutinized the suns with the
understanding eye of the born woods
mnn. Then he grinned brondly ami
snld to himself:
"Well, dnng my forrnrd nnd blust
my eyes! Tho dnuged old Injun, he
Jest picked her up bod'ly nnd cnrrled
her off home, and i know whnt thnt
tnenns, thank Clod. I caln't prny, hut
I shoro can sing-
"Oh. wbn I die, don't bury me deep.
1'ut a tomhutnne at my lifsrt and t'et;
rut a txr's Jawbone In my right hand,
On my way to ths I'rom-lsed La-a-snd,
Oh' on my wsy to ths Promlnnl tandl"
Ancient Roman Elections.
Ancient Pompclnns hnd both primary
nnd general elections, similar to those
we have In cicry town and city each
sping. They were In the midst of
an exclllng local election, It If Indi
cated, when I'ompell was destrojed In
TO K D.
Krt. McCwfcr AYtifeJ Swim
OpentiM WfTaJtiM Lyik E.
f MakWl Vef eiaUt C-
O ear go town. 111. -''After 7 tea
Baoy WM Dora 1 wan area so wi ca bit
Pino uil 1 cwttia
not walk actcm tfe
floor unless I wan all
humped over, hold
ing to my aide. I doc
tored with Mveral
doctor but found no
relief and they said
I would havo to have
an operation. My
mother InslateJ oa
my taking; l,ydia
bio Cimnound and t
soon found relief. Now I can do all my
own work and It Is tho Vegetablo Com-
Kund that has saved me from an opera
n. I cannot pralso your medicino too
hlghty and I toll nil of my Wends and
nclRhWa what tho Compound did for
mo"-Mra. Maroarct McCumder,
27 8. Frnzler St, Georgetown, Illinois.
Mra. McCumbor Isonooftho unnum
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Observing the Properties.
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The Envious Parent
"Hns his schooling been of benefit
to your boy Josh?"
"Some," replied runner Corntossel.
"I often wish I hnd hnd his advan
tages so's I could say 'ngrlculture' In
stead of fnrmlti' without stnppln' to
Helgtum hns been thn scene of mnrt
Important hntlles than any other
country In the world.
The Same Old Backache!
Don every dty bring the (ame old
backsche? Da you ilrig along with
your luck a dull unceaiing ache? Kve
nlng find you "all pUyed out!" Don't
be dltcourigcdl IImIUs It It merely a
sign you haven't taken good care of
yourself. This hsa probably strained
your kidnrya. Take tilinga eaaler for
awhile and help your kldnevi with
Dean's Kidney rflli. Then the back
ache, dilllne, headicliei, tired feel
Inge anil bladder troubles will go.
Doan'i have helped thounnnda tnd
ahould help you. Alfc your nclgklort
A Colorado Case
rea . i.uccp,
brick mfr. and con
tractor. It It, No. 1,
Ilox No. U, IJttle.
ltlver, Coin., aya:
"I suffered for thre
years from gravel.
My bladder waa very
weak nnd the kid
ney tecratlona con
tained a brick duat
Ilka sediment. Th
secretions acaldad In
patanga, My back
waa wets, too. ana
often I waa doubled
tin wtlh nnlne In mv
ana iner curta me or mo annex.
Oat Deu'a at Aay State, SOa a BI
FOSTER-MILBURN CO- BUFFALO. N. V.
Retí u. s.Pat.orr.
dre9kí cuts anil
sores. K time-tried
tmrnaEamgom toe, cm.
KatiiStml"' ' Nw Yorfe