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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.)
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Wireless Network.
If one set of radio instruments can
establish n wireless line of communica
tion, apparently the multiplication of
such sets will produce a wireless net
work. And there Is something pe
culiarly titling in the notion that the
government radio systems can uae
such n net for ‘.protecting aviators and
their passengers in airplane flights.
Apparently the radio netting will be
able to keep the airplane from stray
ing into areas of unfavorable flying
conditions ns effectually ns chickens
netting keeps the hens from straying
Into the gnrden.—Exchange.
As Marriages Go.
“Who Is that growling at the*
weather?”
“A weather man taking a day off.
Naturally,he thinks his substitute has
bungled things more or less.” —Louis-
ville Courier-Journal.
Encouragement.
“The first hundred years are
hottest," said the devil as a new mt*
rival registered."*—Life/ ';
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in New York City alooe from kid
ney trouble Jut year. Don't allow
youreelf to become a victim by
neglecting pains end aches. Guard
against this trouble by taking
ouirau.
The world’s standard remedy for lddney.
liver, bladder end nric acid troubles.
Holland’s National Remedy since 1696.
All druggists, three sixes.
*•* ■sraSSSHfi
Comfort Your Skin
With Cuticura Soap
and Fragrant Talcum
PATEMTS m^S^m
I FOREWARNED ""
Is Fweincd
Safasoard your tnraatmenta. How much
hare you k>it by not analyst ns your ee
corttlM? Bead •*.*• for one year's sub-
W. N. 0, OKNVKR. NO. 1-1*22.

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