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THE REAR PAW mOTTNIT MTV.VP THE REAR PAW MOUNTAINEER re The Clan Call By Hapsburg Liebe Coiser.tre• by eneneter. rear • ce. -a A FEUD OF THE TENNESSEE MOUNTAINS Prom somewhere on a nearby mountainside a rifle's keen report split the air; a bullet whined like a mad hornet; Dale's hat jumped a little on his head. The awakening was exceedingly rude. Dale wheeled, his gray eyes ablaze, and saw only a tiny cloud of smoke -mist rising from the laurels move than fifty feet away. \Come out, you coward!\ he roared. \Come out and let me see you,\ curiosity taking the place of anger in his voice. \I've always wanted to know just what a real highwayman was like!\ The muffled sound of a twig breaking a short distance off to his left next claimed his attention, lie was being closely watched by a pair of the finest, clearest brown eyes he had ever seen, lie saw her eyes first; he never forgot that. She was standing on a low cliff beyond the sparkling creek that flowed beside the railroad, and she was partially hidden by a clump of blooming laurel. But Dale could see that she was about twenty: that every line of her rounded, graceful figure whispered of a doelike strength; that she was as straight as a young pine; that her chestnut - brown hair caught the sunlight, and that her face was oval -shaped tad handsome—rather than pretty—in spite of its tan. Dale took off his hat. There was a bullet hole in the very lop of its high -peaked crown. \Who's the robber?t' he frowned. 7'he girl blushed. \Me/the he ain't a robber,\ she said. \Mebbe he thought you was somebody else. Anyhow, you ain't bad hurt, are ye?\ Dale smiled. \Oh. not seriously!\ \You ain't likely lit he, if ye behave .\ And th•t's how the hero aid heroine of \The Clan Call\ meet. Out of the ordinary! Retire. But then they meet in an extraordinary part of the United Stmes of America where live \the p t -blooded of •II Americans, whom other and educated Americans left in the darkness of ignorance in order th•t they might send missionaries and educators to foreign countries -the kreatest mistake of church and society since the Civil war.\ But it's • fascinating country and a fascinating people. And this is a fascinating story of it and them. Of course it's a feud story. The hero is a city man, with an out-of-doors mind; the heroine a girl of the mountains. A feud int between then,. hat love laughs at feuds, as it does at lovk•miths. Hapsburg (Charles lisiren) Liche men of all men Ls tell this story. fulittiva of the Tennessee otoonts:o., sold Cr, lumb•rj•ck, saw -fitter, patriot and self -rondo hter•ry craftsman, he knows the land and the people. And his story is a labor of love CHAPTER I. —1— David Moreland's Mountain. Carlyle Wilburton Dale—known to himuelf and a few close friends ma 11111 Dale—had laid out • course of action almost before the northle llllll I train had left the outskirts of the state cap- ital behind. It Incurred facing big odds; but other men hail roved big odds and won out, nnil what ethers had done be could do. Indeed, he had lilreildy done Nevem' things which other men might not have thought of doing, end one of them nits leaving a bride, not figuratively but literality, ut the tiller in au fashionatble church! But Iii. llieW l'iltl'ICIR IliltIll't ti) marry Mtn any more than he 111141 %sainted to marry her. It was ouiiy nature' for him to 1111nk of coal now that he haul cut loose for all time from the \set\ In which in. had always been a colomsal misfit, now that lie must pull tile own mire or vir- tually perish, Ile had heard C0111 11111(01 sine.. tile tlit Of Ilk birth; to hitn eon! nod bilMileSS Ilieltill exactly the Saute. (Inc of his father's nimociattes had often spoken of it fine vein in the mountains of ewer's] TelillesSee—Iiiid often tried to persuade his father to look into it, to no nvall, Young Dale re- membered Butt this velta lay not far from a long relining' adding called the Halfway Switch, In the yin tilt Ilig Pine uniuntnin. 'flue owners %%ere mountnin folk of English deecent, his father's associate Ii iii sold. Iseclileilly strange, thought Dale, that his father had neser eared to investigate it. The cindery little train reitelted the long siding shout the Middle of a fine spring morning. Dale took up his bag, hastened out, and R01.11 limed himself standing alone In the heart of Oil ex- tremely wild seetion of comitry. When the noises of the little train and the fast mall it haul just met had died away, there clime the gamy chat- tering of boomeraquirrels mei the sweet twittering of bird.. Dale 'aught the joyous spirit. Ile could have fairly shouted out of the fullness of his very human heart. Here all was unspoiled and unprofaned, and some- thing whispered within Mei: \They won't cull you a sal age liere--make this your own country!\ From somen here on a nearby mountainside a rifle's keen repert shIll the air ; a bullet whined like a mad hornet ; Dale's lout Jumped a Iltile hia head. The awakening wns exceedingly rude. Dale wheeled, hie gray eses ablaze, and saw only a tiny cloud of smoke -mist rising from the laurels more than fifty feet away. \Come out, you coward 1\ he refired. “Come out and let toe see you,\ cert. amity taking the place of anger in his voice. \I've always wanted to know Just %%lint 0 renl hIghwnytnan was like!\ The muffled sound of a twig break - big a short dixtance off to his left next elathned his attention. Ile was being eloaely watched by n pair of the fin- est. clearest brown eyes he had ever *Pen. He saw her eyes first; he never forgot that. Ike woe istosidllid on a km ellff be' beside Ilie railroad, said she Wile par- tially 1,1,1,14.11 by a dump of idoomitig tt i ip n r i was talking with when you came laurel. But Dale could see that she was nleell twelltY: lbw every line of her rounded, grneeful figure e pi -red of a doelike 'strength; !hut she we% as Modell, as m young pine; that her chestnut bruin ii heir eaught the sunlight, and that iter face wag oval - shaped it betide ruttier than pretty—In spite of its tan. Dale took off his hat. There was a bullet hole In the very top of Its high - peeked crown. \Who's the robber?\ lit. frewited. The girl blushed. \Melthe Ile rnliber,\ she amid. \Alehlie he thinight you WM. uu.iuueiuuuuly else. Motion, you ain't buil hurt, Sr.' ye?\ Dale smiled. \Oh nut ker.. \You ain't likely to be, ef seself.\ \If I behave myself—I\ Duli• toughed. \Why I cotildn't be nattight% if I tried; I'm the one end only Mem 's little Willie -boy! I wonder If I could put tip tit some house nem here; ell?\ \'fin.\ might be,\ tulip' %alai thought fully. \Where?\ \.tt pap's, or gratelpap'e, or with 'most nny o' ny people; or,\ she milled with n eontemptimus twist to her lips, \you might stay with some o' them low down Morehunds.\ \Where do your people live?\ \About six mile hack Hutt way.\ Shut' pointed over her shoulder nith it forefinger. \Would you mind fallowing me the way to your parental d teller\ \What's thet, fo' goodness' sake?\ \Your home, you know.\ Dale ex- pinined with a smile. \oh my home. Why Milli', ye say so, then? No. I won't,\ eht e declared. Dale put his lung down and reeted 1111/1 halide on MR hips. \Why nifty I inquire?\ \'enure I n tell. I 11..111 never keep eoniti'lly nIth tutu strange men- folks. But 3 antler comes By, and he'll show ye the way; lice over to the settlement.\ Dale faced to the right and Raw, coming toward him nil hi steps that would lutve inensured almost four feet, the tidiest and lankiest intlivid- tint he hail et er seen outside at drew', lieWe0111011' hail R R11100t111) shaven chin, hie coal black hair was long and Itha long Mustache completely hill the narrow slit that was his mouth. ha Olie hand he carried a repenting rifle. \Who's flint?\ Dale littlf %Mistimed. '''fhairti fly Heck.\ nnsnereil the girl She continued In a low coley, name's Sant lies - k; but lulls he Itim 'By Heck' one day, and the niekrinine stuck to him like moin—es. Everybody calls him that now. ii‘iin 1114. risen tiere. tit he's the higgeet eater, and the biggest liar. In the world! But MN 'yin' don't never hi no harm. and nobody keers. So ef ye want to go to the settlement. mister. By, he'll take ye over. They melt* ain't got what you're used to fo' eathi, hut yell be nelcotne to what the' ie.\ She laughed • little, turned. and • distippeured emong the Id lllll lau- rels. 'flue man By Heck wore the poor clothing of • poor Millman. IIIR hat, which had once been liMck, was all brim and yet all erown: lila suspend- ers. which hail been bought with a 'coon bide, were redder than fire; hls rundown cowhide 'mote PlePII11.11 ridicu- lously short beenume of the great length of his %lender When lie hod reached s point some three yeasts from Dale, he halted, placed the butt of his rifle curefully between his totes and leaned uiii its muzzle; then he deliberately began to take eye measurements of the new- comer. Dale didn't like the stare—to him It was impudent. \Well what's the verdict?\ he asked sharply. \Spoke like a man,\ drawled By [leek. \I reckon you must be up here fo' coal.\ \How did you reach such a conclu- sion as that?\ . \Jest plain boss sense.\ The droop- ing musittiehe Haunted the word* some- what. \'Flip' ain't but three thInge 'at min bring n city man here, milder,\ Ile drawled on, \and titem's moonshine stills, bad henith, slid coal. You shore anal got Intil health, find you ain't got ihe cut of a revenuer. though a fe‘% , minutes ago I thought white ye was.\ \Anil you Shot at me!\ staid Dale. \Ni objected Heck, \I shot at yore tint. I 'Ilium hits at what I shoots at, mister. I wanted ye to turn yore face, se's I could see It, and ye did. As fo' ri at coal- - 1'11e Morelands. they owns the coati ut David Moreland's mountain, and they violet Neil It fo' no 'mount o' money. 'flu.) . lives over In the settle- ment, them and the Littleton's. They're every deluged one tine &aka. I'm a-goin' over thar now. Want to go 'long? Slaty--dasig tny picture ef I didn't fo'stit to at %%hat might be yore 110111P, mister!\ \Bill Dole,\ Dule, Settlement 7 Mire! Lead the ;ie. spai Sittig \reek that filmed way, Hy Heck. the young wom- \Who? Her? That's old Ben Little - had been very neatly shot through the ford's gyurl. Her name's liabe. That's head, and a weary black -and -tun what they call her. She's glut another hound. the was an uncomutonly big natne; but it ain't been used fo' so 111811, auth about forty-seven; his eyes were gray fund keen; his thick hair and full beard were a rich brown, with telly a few threads of white. There was a certain English !Mertens about the man. One felt that lie could trust John Moreland. As the mieutishiner and his compan- ion reached the gate Moreland rime and pushed his hat back front his fore- head. \HI John.\ grinned Heck. ''This here feller wants to stay with ye a tew days, John. S'eetus to be all right.\ \Come right in,\ invited the chief of the Slorelands. Ile indicated the home-made chair he hail just vacated. \Set down thur and rest, stratnger. I'll be back In a minute or so.\ Ilt• Iinstened into the cabin, carrying the squirrels nIth hltn. \He's went to tell his wife to hatch up a extry good dinner, 11111,\ whis- pered Heck. \Pepperwyored ham, young chicken, hot biscuits fresh but- ter. wild h .y. huckleberry pie and match pie and strawberry preettrves— Bill. I ettin't hardly stand it. Blast my picture et' I couldn't eat two whole raw dawgs right now, Ptu that ding - Misted hongry. Well, I got to ramble on home. I live down the river half a mile, we and my tnaw. Come to see MP, Bill, and we'll go a-flshin'. So long. Bill old boy!\ John Moreland returned preeentIy. The man from the city rose and prof- fered his hand. \My name.\ he began, old habit strong upon him, \Is Citrisle—\ Before he could get any farther with It, John Moreland thing the hand from him as though it were a thing of lite applIkilble contamination. His bearded fare it emit deathly white with the nhiteness of an old slid bitter hatred. His great lists clenched, and every muscle In his Omit body trembled. \What's the matter, man?\ Dale vaunted to know. \Carlyle!\ Moreland repeated in a o' Mum -bread this niornin' Di break- hoarse grain I. \You say yore name is Carlyle:\ - Yes.\ wonderingly, \but that's only a part of It. My name Is Carlyle Wit - lemon Dale Bill Dale. Vtint's the matterS\ \1 114 you come from West Via-. gluey?\ sharply. Dale gave the name i,t lie home basun anti state. difrent.\ l'he mountain- eer's countenance became lighter. \This man I'm atthinkIn' about, he was from West Virginity. I hope you won't hold nothin' ag'in me fo' actin' up that eway. I couldn't he'p It. shore, It seems. You'll know how I felt when I tell ye about it. Mr. Dale. I owe it Iii ye to explain. Jest a minittr--\ lie stepped Into the cabin and brought out another chair. sat down heavily and crossed his legs. Dale, too, sat down. \The mountain you had to come over to come here, Mr. Dale.\ More- land began. his big voice ailed with \'Cause i Won't. I Don't Never Keep Conm'ny with No Strange Men. foiks.\ long its beim fo'gid, I reekon. She's the youngest o' Mil Ben's children. She hadn't like none o' the rest o' the LIttlefords. By gush, she's sinful high - headed. She 1.1111 read good, Babe can. Old Major Bradley, friim damn at Car- tersville III the lowland. he sweats his summers up here fo' his health, anti he remelted Babe how to read. fel- ler, Major Bradley, Lawyer. Babe she has dotie read everything in the abide daunted country. 'fine's seem' Bibles, anti a book about a l'ilgrinfe Prog-ress, and it ilnkers Ross sail Cattle Aintaneek, and a dicidletlotlary. \But we'd better light out fo' the settlemeut, Mr. BIM or Well MIMI din- ner, Imbibe. I tu it plumb danged fool about eat in'. I e't Ithietilts rue', settles a whole billed hanusheek, and other thing* aceordin', Ile the OM' truth: Come on. Mn. Itili.\ nem down to the creek, eriiiinell It 011 stones, and begnta to climb the low' cliff. After au hours traveling Heck stopped In the trail and put the butt of his rifle to the gr d. \Front right here, 11111,\ he amid. \we can see every house In the whole damps(' settlement.\ hey %% ere standing 4111 the crest of David Sloreland's lllllll Below thc‘111 My it broad Villley checkered nith small farms; end each farm hail Its log mites Its log barn and its nettle orchard. Beyond It all rose the great and inajeetie Big Pine, which Wag higher and more rugged with cliffs than David Moreland's mountain. \The Alorelands lives on this side o' the river, and the lAttlefords lives on las side,\ drawled Heck. \They don't never have oothing to do with each other, but they don't hardly ever tight: they're all strapplte big nein, and they tights hard It don't pay. My gosh. Bill, Pt ery man of 'rut cult shoot gnat's eyelash off at Nur hundred yards -1 wisitt I may drap dead ef they entail! Do ye awe that big cabin right plumb In the middle o' the nigh half o' Hot settlement. Bill? Well. the Mom o' the Slorelands he lives thar-- John Moreland. That's cc liar you want to go, Bill, melee ye've rut It tancyor- able case o' the disease knowed as coal-on-the-bratu. But I can tell ye aforeltand, you ain't got enough money to buy that coal, don't mutter how much money ye've got.\ letle Wits Ind looking toward John Moreland's home now. Ills gaze html watutlered to the other side of the river. By Ileek waited a full tisinute for a reply to his speech, thee be spoke «galn: gyurl, or the coal—ls that H11111'14 e-botherlre ye, Bill?\ Dale's eyes twinkled. \Must I choose between them?\ be 'nutted. \shore!\ By !leek wasn't even smil- ing. \Shore! The Slorelands and Littleforils bates each other wusx nor a blue -tolled hawk hates a crow. The gyttri, or the coal, Bill?\ \We'll go down to John Moreland's,\ announced DuIP. The mountaineer took up his rifle. \Let me gl' ye a word or two o' %emit - in',\ he continued seriously. \limit you offer to pity John Moreland fo' euthe his grub, nor fo' sieepin' in his bed, nor fo' chawite his whacker. Et ye.alo, yore gmuse will shore he cooked With .101111 -Moreland. But ef ye wits to brag oil the vittles a little, John's wire a-bein' powlul handy In the kitchen, It wouldn't do a (hinged hit 0* harm. Du ye otelerstaind it all now. Bill?\ little nodded, and they began the de- scent. John Alorelautifm house was built of whole oak logs, %utile') were ellinkcsi with oak splits snit daubed in between with clay; the roof was of handmade boards, and a chimney of stones and clay rose at either end. John Moreland himself sat on the front pore's and beside Mtn lay a re- peating rifle, two young squirrels that an old, old sorrow, - Is Snowed as Da- vid Moreland's utiourtiatut hiliStly be- eall ,, e David Simulate' is buried in the very highest place on top of it, him and his wife. Ile was my brother. and was the best brother u man ever had. It was altos the talk o' the neighbor- hood how ituutitu Re liked each other. Up ontel the time lie was married I \Carlyle!\ Moreland Repeated in a Hoarse Growl. \You Say Yore Name Is Carlyiel\ went with hitn whar he went, mei he went with me wilar I went, Jul tight fo' him, and he'd fight fo' inc. It's ttli mop,ard to tell, even alter this long \David he was a strappin' big man, like all o' the Alorelands, lie was about yore size, and grey -eyed like you, and he had brown hair like you. When 31111 walked up In the gale, it rtilltIP me think re hltn the day he was married; lie NOR all dressed up in dark blue like you.... Then David he went up here one summer and found this vein o' coal, lie got law- ful pMession o' the 11101111i11111. and 1110VPII his wife up here. The rest of its lived over in the Laurel Fork coun- try then. \(Inc dny I got • letter from David, whieh said that a man named John K. Carlyle was n-goin' to buy Ids motile Olin mid the coal, find said that his wife e as powlui sick. A week later she 'lied, and left a baby which (lied, too. accorilin' to a old Injun by the name o' Cherokee Joe. who knowed Pap and knowed Havld. And a month later we was all dragged from our beds by title same Cherokee Jim, it'll In' us that l'arlyle had shot David. Catrlyle, Cherokee Joe R11111, was tedritikin' herd. The Blinn si..ed the shisit'it' through a WIIIIIOW. Was might' nigh to three days later when we got here and found pore David telnyin' Vk liar he'd fell. We scoured the mountains fo nines and miles arl.tnitl in a s'arch fo' the itawg elm killed 111111, but we never found him.... The land tip here !yoked purty, and it belonged to UP by David's death; SO we all moved up hire to live, and built us rabbet. \Major Bradley found out about the end 0' my brother, and he wanted up to put the ense In the hands o' the law. But we wiunldn't do it. A More- land never goes to law about anything Ile pays his own debts, and he collects cc hint is his due--\ John Moreland arose and paced the porch floor, which creaked under his •elght. Ile stopped before Dale, and went on sadly: \Now sell know why I wan so much tore up when 1 heered yore name, the Carlyle part. John K. Carlyle killed the best man 'at ever Used. And melt - hi e y-e'll onderstfted why WP ain't never hod the conscience to sell the Coal, which cost Brother David his life.\ Moreland's guest sat staring absent- ly toward a brown -winged butterfly that was industriously !tipping honey from the heart of a honeysuckle bloom. He gime no sign that tie had heard anything out of the ordinary, but in an old, persistent way his mind seemed to conneet 1)19 father, John K. Dale, with the story he had just heard. Jolin K. Dale had come °Heiman, from West Virginia, and he had Moly refused, time upon time, to tuake any investigation of the Morela1111 coal property. The hillman interrupted young Dale's thinking: \Addle she's a -gob' to have dinner ready purty soon. Would ye like te wash, Mn. Dale?\ \Yes.\ was the answer, and in the tones of Bill Dale's quiet volee there was • shade of meaning that Mere - land dld not catch. \Yee I'd like to wash.\ TURKEYS FOR THANKSGIVING Six Weeks in November and Decent. ben Cont lute Duration of Market for Big Birds. (Prepared by the United States Departntent uf Agriculture ) The Anwrienn public demands tur- key for Thunksgiving, amid gets it ustedly If it is humanly possible. On no other festival of the year do the people of this country feel It neves- sary to have any one kind of meat, but l'hanksgiving nithout turkey is Hamlet without the ghost to most Americans. Many serve turkey at l'hristnias and New Year's also, but after the holiday season is past the ileum:id for turkey - a is usualls' small. fhis makes the merketing season for turkeys very abort, running as it does from the middle of November to the latter part of December. In sections where turkeys are grown In large numbers, as in Texas, dress- ing piani' In vu' been built by poultry Many Turkeys Are Prepared on the Farm for Market, leaders, who buy the 'Mils alive ate' dress them for the %Parlous city IIII1Y- kets. In such eases practically all the turkey raisers sell to these Odle's., who often send buyers out into the lllll try to gather up it drove of several hundred birds by Rimming at each farm as they pace, weighing whatever turkeys the farmer may have to sell. and adding them to those already col- lected. Turkeys to be killed and dressed on the farm should first be deprived of feed for 24 hours, but given plenty of fresh, clean water in order to demi II.,' crop and intestines of all fee -11 When ready to kill, the bird should lic hung up by the feet; holding the bird in one hand, a sharp, narrow -bladed knife Is used to sever the veins In the throat by making • smell cut Inside the mouth on the right aide of He - throat, at the base of the skull. After making this cut and bleeding begins, the knife is thrust up through the groove in the roof of the mouth and into the twain at the back part of the skull. The bird gives a peculiar *quart k. the feathers are too:rioted by t quivering of the muscles, and death instantaneous. In dry -picking, the feathers should be plucked Immediately, and it' die bird has been properly stuck they rome out very easily. The tall and large wing feathers nre removed first, after which the body feathers are pulled out. Wheu the turkeys are to lie marketed locally or are to be shipped hut a short distance, they are cooled In a temperature of about XI legrees Fahrenheit by hanging in the awn iii r, provided the Wenther is eold enough, otherwise they are plunged into Ice water and kept there until thoroughly cooled. After cooling they are peeked tui !limn in boxes or barrels. It Is in- tolvistible for the producer witl proper refrigerating facilities to ship dressed turkeys, as losses from In, proper cooling and front their being *spotted to warm weather durittg trail dt are liable to occur. Aside from 'his it Is seldom profitable to ship tar ieys any great distance except in ear °ad lots; when this is done the bur iteys are cooled to :T2 degrees Fahreti lett packed In boxes or barrels. and (hipped in refrigerator cars. YOUNG FOWLS BEST LAYERS --- Seldom Pays to Keep Hens for 1...•y- ing After They Are Past Two Years of Age. — -- There are people whe have tie. lglit varlets - of fowls, who house and 'eed them properly, and yet who esti- tot elitain eggs emly In the winter %remise their fonts are tisi eld. It a Selilfelli that it pays to keep hetis 'or laying after they are tn. and e half years Old; uuuui dust they wi'l tot give a profit, hut loPentiRP younger 'ORIR is ill give a greeter profit MAKE PROFIT OUT OF FOWLS Farmer Should Keep Hens in Pout, of Condition by Giving Good Care and Procter Feed. l'artners stioutil too meleator -nise liens limier natural n..n.iltion• Tor a boo raised tinit it ay is a liebit ty rather than ea usset. To make wont out of henc u, feepior shonld Pep Went iti the pink of condition 'hie rim only 4e item by giving extra otod e•rt end plenty a nr , 1004 . \Mita eras yes a-tlitis' hots v. -talkie' to Nis emerir (TO SS CONTINUILD.)
