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The Clan Call
(■TpHAPTER XVII. — l4_ " till Dale Laughs. thinking of what he i K, mere in the Big Pine coun stone-and-clay chlm . of the Littlefords on . of tlie river the howling f tc t*d sprays of blue wood , yj* Morelands had gone to > around Curtersvllle In the oa each of which a fair-sized bad been made, the bor* 1 was to remain borrowed The Morelands were their outlandishness Moreland's dream was at last .^Kimiistd. frowned heavily. If only HJd do u much for Babe’s peo be couldn't. The men of tbe still worked the coal mine. almost twice the custom- K|ta but even that wouldn't buy and educate their children. hli eyes lay two unanswered bis parents. He found he Was still somewhat bitter them—toward his father be- M».father's ill treatment of Moreland and David Moreland’s toward his mother because she Hit Mm go hungry for mother-love as a child, as a boy, and as toward them both because he reared a do-nothing. door opened suddenly, and By ■ came stamping in with a gust of at his back. He carried In ■nd tbe mail satchel; In the other Hli ever-present rifle. After throw satchel to the floor at Dale's turned to the glowing wood dang nigh friz, Bill," he chat “My gosh, I couldn’t be no cold- B*b«t I era ef I'd ha' dim’ the H pole oeck-ed. Say, Bill, why’n't Hm coal ’stid o’ wood? Igod, It’s Hi is worth money. Wood Isn't” H* ran through the mall hastily, ■rew aside a letter from the Alex- B.Oayfleld Coal corporation, which Btbe entire output 'of the mine at ■tnordinary figure, and picked up B* which bore the postmark of hla m*vr- B**from Babe Ltttleford. Since Bd lo little attention to the letters B parents, they had requested her Bte to him—they wanted him to ■ borne for Christmas dinner. Bn't he coine? Harose and paced the office floor P or three minutes, then he sat ■a* h,s desk and dashed off a let- Bt contained only two sentences. ■ Heck sat beside the stove and Bd his god with thoughtful eyes, ■deretood, lie believed. How any B on earth could turn down a Bke Bill Dale was utterly beyond ■By Heck was a great deal like a ■Mured dog. . . . Bil would only laugh, It would be ■or him. It had been so long since B beard BUI laugh. By Heck de ■ that he would make Bill Dale B hoy?” ■n r ■ Jo want me to tell ye a funny ■ drawled Heck, He barely beard Bwer: Boss I don’t mind. By.” B’« sympathy made hlu»" gulp. ‘ ■b swallowed the lump that came ■“» throat and began bravely: B Utn * the’ eras a fe»ler named ■ Odd name, Bill, ain’t It? *Hoss- Bth. they called him, ’cause It . Bid ”at ~he could easy shoot a ■.offen a boss’s ear'and never ■ hide on the anljnlle. He wms a . ■; to °* One time Hosafly, he was ■ t 0 Sit app'lnted the chairman ■e sort o’, politics dole's, and on ■me day he was a-drlnkln’ sort ■able heavy. They agreed to ■him the temp*rary chairman, but B be didn’t want that. So he ■ght up in the middle o'the meet ■d he hollers out and says: ■Her citizens.* he says, 'I want ■Jhe permanent chairman! I ain’t ■ to act In the cap-nclty of a ■ temp’rary chairman; I abso- Ptely ain’tl’ 1 old inemy, Eb Wright, he yello ■od says smart-like: ‘Set down ■lossflygays Eb—‘you’re drunk, ■u don’t know tbe difference a ■ temp’rary and permanent!' tlj ey knowed Eb bad It a ■ to him right then, and they lls ■°’ It Hosafly, he addresses the ■ weetln’, and this here is what ■ says: ■Her citizens,’ says he, 'Eb ■ tliar lowa I don’t know the dlf ■ atween temp’rary and perma- U ll Prove to you that Ido know ■Terence. Eb Wright says I’m ■ 1 am. That’s temp’rary. Eb ■ Is a poke-nosed Idjit. That’s * Rent r ” P finished with a lazy laugh: ■ ®aw, bawl Hee-haw, hee-haw I” ] ■t story” Dale said wearUy, « R* n told on docent of politicians, ■become a part of the history of t W' «o«b I" moaned By Hock, t B«bt deeply ter a moment, de- i Bat BUi Dale wouldn’t laagh et i By Hapsburg Liebe the story of Tom Jones' pig—-which htd drank all of a gallon-pall of but termilk and then gone to sleep In the self-same pall—and went on: M Here’s one, by Jake, ’at ain’t been told on dozens o’ politics men. And every word of It Is the solemn, dyin’ death-bed truth, too. “One time I was out In the moun tains a-huntin’, a-goin’ along slow and a-lookln’ fo’ a squirrel, when all of a suddent I hears a skeery noise right ahead o’ me In the laurels —Z-z-z-z-zl Z-z-z-z-z! Jest like that. I stops. I stops de-e-ad still. I looks keen. Thar was a den o’ rattlers, and the very least one was as big around as my left hind lalg! Then I hears a turrlble growl right ahlnd o’ me. I looks keen. Thar stands a big old she-bear with her teeth a-showln’, and two cross eyed cubs! Then I hears a whine at my left. I looks keen. Thar stands a she-panther as big as a hoss, with her eyes jest a-blazin’ I Then I hears a splttln' sound out to my right. I looks keen. Thar was seven full-grown wild cats, and all of ’em had been bit by a mad dawg I Some fix to be in? Yeuh; some fix! “Well, I thinks to myself. Ef I shoots the rattlers, I thinks to myself, the bear and the panther and the wild cats'll git me. And ef I shoots the bear, the panther and the wildcats and the rattlers’ll git me. And ef 1 shoots the panther, the wildcats and the rattlers and the bear’ll git me. And ef I shoots the wildcats, the rat tlers and the bear and the panther’ll git me. And ef I don’t shoot none of ’em, they’ll all git me I Some ongodly fix wasn’t It, Bill? Now, how do ye reckon I got out of It?’’ BUI Dale only smiled. “I can’t Im agine, By,’’ he said. “I cain't imagine,, neither," grinned Heck. "But anyhow, I’m alive today. Well, now that ye’re in a good humor one time more, I’ll tell ye some news. I hated to ruffle ye up Hke a yaller goose a-llyin’ back’ards whilst ye was so cussed, danged blue. Bill, old boy, it ain’t but five days ontel Christmas. A lot .o’ them Nawth Ca’liner Turners from Turner’s Laurel Is a-vlsitin’ their kinfolks, the Balls, and they’ll every dadslatted one of ’em git drunk on white lightnin’ llcker fo’ Christmas, and —they’ll shore think o’ Black Adam. The Morelands ain't with ye no more, Bill, rlckollect; only the Llt tlefords Is here now.’’ Bill Dale rose and stood there star ing at By Heck with eyes so bright i that they sparkled. “If they came down on us looking for trouble, I’d be a sort of clan chief, ! wouldn't I?" he asked. Without wait ing for on answer: “I wouldn’t mind that, y’know. I’ve got a letter here, By, that I wont you to put üboard the next southbound train that passes the Halfway switch. You’ve got about an hour; can you make It?” “Ef the world was made In six days, by God, It shorely looks like By Heck could make six miles In a hour, don't It?" The tall hlllman left the Moreland Coal company’s office with the letter In one liafid, his rifle In the other, and y 'ln his eyes. For Bill Dale ha<T laughed, actually laughed, • ’••• • • • By Heck pufthe letter on the traib. Tlie train carried It te Bill Dale’s hon)d city, and the postmap carried it to tlm staftely mansion’ of Old Coal King Jo|pt "You Scared Me, Jlmmyl” Laugheo Mies Elizabeth, a Trifle Nervouely. K. Dale, and black laham, the aerrant, carried it to Mlaa Elizabeth Uttleford. Uiaa Elizabeth Uttleford waa alttlng alooe on aa Iron eettee among buahea of Iliac and cape Jeaaamlne; the we»U»- er hsd made another of It* remarkably endden cbaogea, and the day waa aun n, and pleaaaat. «he waa a boat to CHEYENNE WELLB RECORD k» taMhr, Ftp * Oa. i tear open the envelope when the tall, straight figure of Jimmy Fnyne ap peared before her. lie had on riding clothes, and there was a rawhide quirt la his hand. “You scared me, Jimmy!” laughed Miss Elizabeth, a trifle nervously. ”J didn’t know you were anywhere around J” "Beg pardon,” Jimmy smiled. “May I alt down beside you?” "Yes.” He sat down beside her and began thoughtfully to flick the toe of one of his shining hoots with the tip of his quirt. She knew what he had come to say, before he said It: “Once more," looking pleadingly into her eyes—“won’t you marry me and make me happy forever afterward?" She turned the letter over in her lap in order that Fayne might not see. ac cidentally or otherwise, the address. "Jimmy,’* she finally said, “I’d like to have a little more time to think about It. Things like this oughtn't to be decided in a -hurry." "You’ve already had months! Or were they years—or ages? Why do you keep putting me off like this, Eliz abeth r “As I told you, Jimmy, I don’t— ** He Interrupted almost sharply: “I know you don’t love me. But you'll learn to—after you’ve seen how much I shall adore you.” He made a move as though to take her Into his arms, and she shrank from him; he had done that same thing, and she had done that same thing, dozens of times before. . . . With unseeing eyes Elizabeth watched Mrs. Dale step from her motor at the porte-cochere and go into the house. Jimmy Fayne, . too, saw Mrs. Dale, but he was wholly by the sight of her; Mrs. Dale, somehow, did not objefct to his seeing the girl quite as much as she had once objected. “Jimmy,” after a long silence had passed between them, “I—l’m afraid L ain’t the right woman for you. . . . If you knew, for sure, that I pnce took a rifle gun" and killed a man with It, would j v ou—would you still wont me?” Faytie laughed as though at a good Joke. “You -kill a man? Why, I couldn’t believe It. But If you had killed a roan, or a. dozen men, it—lt could hardly make any difference to me. If you did do lt.’ : you did it because there was nothing else to do; I’m sure of that. We w'6n’t mention it again, If you’re willing. I neither criticize nor attempt to understand your hill codes. Marry me, i/vVon’t you, Elizabeth?" “If I did,” asked Ben Littleford’s daughter, “would you help my i>eople back In the hills?” ,f Educate ’em? Yesl Every blessed one of ’em.” “Freely?” "Yes!" Once more Elizabeth Llttle/ord tried to decide. Fayne’s eyes grew more and more hopeful as he watched her lips. He became impatient,- “Tell me,” bp begged. The girl took up the letter. <d*e had Just received from BUI Dale. "As soon as I read, this,” she .mur mured, “H ?<iil yotf, Jlmnjy. If you don't mind, please, loolf tlfe'olhir'Way for a minute." , She jtorq. off-oue-end of the envelope, 1 drew out tiip_slngle«*hpf&Aod,unfoJded it. HeV >yes parrowed; hap face flushed, -then, become Just a -little pale. # . Hfir underlip. quivered. sa'she* folded^the sheet and put It. back tiie "envelope. * f v-» . "I can’t murry ypu, she told him.. . , jv-,. .*-• • • • Without another jvprd and left, him. She hastened- to -the -bouse, ■ hastened upstairs, and went to her* room. Half an hour later Mrs. Dale found her dying face downward on her bed, and beside her lay a crumpled sheet of paper. Mrs. Dale picked up the sheet, straightened it out, and read this. In the bold handwriting of her son: “Believe me, I am very appreciative of your invitation. But I um having Christmns with your mother, here in my own country.” CHAPTER XVIII. The Last Fight. It was early in the morning, and Bili Dale had just sent for Ben Little ford. The liillimm hurried to the of fice, for he believed he knew what was in the air. He had already gone to work at the mine, and his thick beard, Ids face and his hands were black with the dust of coal. “Sit down, Bep,” said the general manager. “We’re going to hold a council of war.’’ Llttleford took a chair and crossed his legs. “Ia It the Ball outfit?” he drawled. “Yes,” answered the younger man, and forthwith he told the other of the news that By Heck had brought him a few days before; he had not given the matter really serious considera tion until that morning. “Now,” he finished, “I want to know whether you think there’s any danger?” Llttleford tugged at hla blackened beard and frowned. “Bill,” he aald soberly, “do you rickotlect what John Moreland celd you oncet about them BallaT He teM y ‘at you wasn't safe, and 'at he wasn’t safe, ontel they was dead and burled, didn’t he? I believe he did. By Heck says tbe’s a whole big passel o' them Nawth Ca'llner Turners; he's shore them and the Balls'll outnum ber us more’n two to one. Yes, the's danger, BUI, and 'specially to you. They think It was you killed Adam, and they don't think the law handed ’em a square deal at the trial." "Then listen to this plan," said Dale. “I’ll By Heck up the river watching for them. He will have three sticks of dynamite tied together and capped and fitted with a fuse. If he sees them coming this way In any thing like a force, be will fire ofT the dynamite as a signal to us. Our men will gather here in the upstairs of this building, and bar the doors—” "Oh, Bill," moaned the old fighter, "you shorely don’t think we’d ever let ’em git to the doors!’’ "I hope they don’t, certainly,” smiled Dale. "Where are your rifles. Bill?’’ "At the mine," said Llttleford. "Ye see. Bill, we’ve been a-lookln’ fo’ trouble." Dale went on: "At By Heck’s sig nal, I'll get on tny horse and ride to the lowlands for the Morelands. 1 can “Gun* and Ho km a. Boy*!" get them a lot quicker than I can get competent help from the law. What do you think of It?" "It’s a good plan. I reckon," growled Ben Llttleford, “only 1 don’t cotton very easy to the Idee o' us a-rutinln' from the mine to this here bulldln'. 1 never did like to run from any inan wo’th a durn, BUI." “But that wouldn't be cowardly.” Dale protested. “It would be purely u strategic move, and It would save lives for us. For, when the Balls and their kinsmen come, you'U have to de liver roe Into their hands or you'll have to fight like the very devil, that’s sure; and, according to By Heck's fig ures, they outnumber you more than two to ,one." “All right,” Llttleford replied, with a shrug of his. huge shoulders. "What ever you, say, jhat, same we’ll do," .'So By Heck.was sent for, and short ly afterward he sneaked Into the lau rels and'.went off toward the settle-, ment of the Balls. In the crook of his arm -Ire carried tils rifle,'and Insfdejhlf. shirt* he carried* thrbe pieces Of dyna mite all» feady for'-tlte he' chose every - ate* with great* care- f3t : feay-of jarring the explosive too much. - ,He had not been hour when 5 Bill Dale heard, a dull, smotherdd-soar* from soiqewhere,- to Jibe northward. Dale sprang yp.from big desk, ran jo hfs ready ajid waiting horse, mounted and rode,‘streak toward the ■lowland. *'• t ' Dale arrived *at John’ Moreland’s big white farmhouse a little before the middle of the day, and halloed lustily at the gate. John Moreland and bla two sons hurried out In response to the call. Dale waved aalde all greet ings and inquiries sfter his health, and told that which he had come to tell. The elder Moreland turned quick ly to his two stalwart sons— " Guns and hosses, boys! It'll be our last fight, and le'a he at It and make It a good fight" Less than five minutes later the three erstwhile mountaineers rode oat at the barnyard gate with full belts of cartridges around their waists and with repeating rifles across the pom mels of their saddles, and joined Dale. The four hastened to the homes of the other Morelands; and not long afterward the old clan, In full strength, rode toward the big, dim blue hills with Bill Dale acting as its leader. It was to be the clan's last fight, and a fight for a good cause, and every man of It was eager for the fray. . . . Bill Dale bore himself proudly, and he rode like a man born to the sad dle. He found a queer Joy—a Joy that brightened his steel-grey eyes and flushed bis sunburned cheeks, a joy that he didn't even attempt to understand —In the thought: “For this one day lam | dan chief; I am leading my own people against a foe, In my own country—” And so overwhelmingly did the Idea take hold of him that ho wished, even then, for the repeater that awaited him at his often hack la the heart of 'i ~ . r the si—nf U>4. Ooeo his conacleaee , asked him • qpslisi and he no-- j swered It with -anotherf-questlon. Was I he doing that which was rifhtT Might not the Llttlefords aU be killed hj those drunken cutthroats while he was waiting for the arrival of a com- ( pany of militia from a city miles* die- « tant? Anyway, the militia Would fight His clan would do no more than that He satisfied Us conscience guicltly. When they had reached the lower 1 end of the cleared valley, there came I to them the sounds of slow firing, the firing of snipers. Each man kicked 1 his horse's flanks and rode faster. When they came In sight of the be sieged building, they saw puffs of pow der-smoke rising laxity from the upper windows and from the mountain side above and to the right Again they I kicked the flanks of their horses and rode faster. At John Moreland's old cabin they I dismounted hastily and turned their j horses into the drab meadow. With < Dale still leading, they hurried on foot ’ to the river’s nearest bank and -went ' rapidly, under cover of the thickly standing sycamores, to a point within seventy yards of the office and sup plies building. -Then they made a dash across the open space, and Ben Lit- ' tleford, with one arm bound up In a | red-stained blue bandana, opened the door for them. “Who else la hurt?” panted Dale. “Little Tom,*' answered Llttleford, “and Saul. Little Tom, he got a bul let onder the shoulder. Saul, ho got one In might* nigh the same place. They've riddled the whole t’other side o’ the house to splinter*. They're a-callin* fo’ you." “They'll get nil they went of me," Dale growled. He turned and ran np the rough stairway, and Ben LIttletord and the Morelands followed close upbn his heels. At the front snd side windows, behind anything they had been able to find that would stop s ballet, knelt Llttlefords with rifles In their hands, patiently watching for a human target to appear on the mountainside above. Saul and Little Tom lay in a corner, where they were fairly safe from chance bullets. Hayea had bound up their wounds as well as he could with the material at hand. They were both white and helpless and Buffering, hut still full of the old. Llttleford fighting spirit. Dale seised his Winchester and belt of cartridges from the hands* of the man who had brought them to him, and turned to the others. A bul let crashed through the wall and struck tjie.floor at hla foot; bo paid no attention to It "Listen to me, boys." Dale was buckling hla cartridge-belt with rapid, steady fingers. "From where they are hiding, the Balls and Turners can hardly see the lower story of this building. We'll, go downstairs, open the front door, and run to the edge of the laurels at the foot of the moun tain. Then we'll turn to the right make a wide detour, and get above the Bail outfit; we'll be fighting down hill Instead of uphill. Get met Are you all ready?" To a man, they were ready. They reached the thick under growth without being seen by the en emy. While the Balls and Turners fired more or less aimlessly at the building, drank white whisky and called drunkenly for the surrender to them of Bill Dale, Bill Dale and his men were making their way steadily In a wide half-circle up the side of David Moreland's mountain. Half an hour after they had left the office building. Dale had stationed his mto, deployed as a line of skirmisher* beblhd sheltering tress some two hun dred. feet above tbe> Balls nnd* their* kinsmen. John Moreland, Ben Llttleford and ‘BHl -Pale wars not far apart. "It’s a shame to do'It," said Dale... "I Swear, i We can’t! shoott.mcn in Jitf back Uk$ .thfsr *" m * ~~ : ; John Moreland, twisted his mouth Intern queer smile of contempt, and so &d Ben Llttleford. They knew, fafftetter than their leader, 4k* of that people without a principle. The Balls and Turners wouldn’t hesitate to.-shoot them In the back! "Well," John Moreland replied, and It was almost a sneer, "ye might gb down thar: and. give ’em some candy, and kiss ’em, and ax 'em won’t they please surrender I" Dale leaned around his tree, a great gnarled chestnut, and called boldly: "You’ve got a chance to aurrender now—and you'd certainly batter taka It quick 1" One of those below yelled surprised ly: "Wlio’re you?” Then they all whipped to the other side of their sheltering timber. The answer came at once: "I’m Bill Dale, and I’m peeved! You’re at the mercy ot the finest hill clan that ever looked along rifle barrels; will you surrender, or fight It out?” "You said It —we’ll fight It out!” cried a burly cousin of Black Adam Ball, deceased. "You’re on 1” growled BUI Dale, slipping his rifle out beside the tree. "Give ’em h —1, boys!" He was unused to this sort of thlnfe and he was Incautious. He showed a little too much of himself —there was a sudden keen report from below, and a bullet hole appeared In the rim of his hat 1 John Moreland fired the next shot, and he broke the right arm of the man who had just fired at BUI Dale. This opened the battle In earn est. (TO BE CONTINUED.) West Virginia Exports Gas. Wan Virginia exports to other states natural gaa to the amount at nearly 125,000,OM)uMO cubic (eat • year. CRAMPS, PAINS AND BACKACHE StiNkVoBMilUlimd by St b* Ha-"I «a bothered with cram IBdMlM mry nuoU end ——-^n—jkr 1 l^***t * mi jcoi not work. 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