New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-10-16
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Drawing by W. NJ. Berger

by W. M. Berger
X7HATisa feud anyway asked Ton Root He
who opposite.
The other two men looked up expectantly. For
minute Franklyn did not speak Then, IN throaty
voice, he answered:
"A feud sir is fight to the death 1t lasts from gen.
Grafton to generation honored inheritance from
father to son. 1t has nothing to DO with pr1ogerlTe
but family affair free for all from the eldest to the
Youngest The only law OF teud is that the families OF
those at war shall fight until the other IS exer
minated Like fire in the heart OF live oak 1t s1no
ers until the last co1brstble bit has Crnbled to ashes
Like the oak fire too, may quite dead when some
wandering wind OF passion will fan 1t into consuming
flame. ~
Are they never wiped out by outside interference?
asked Thompson.
Sometimes said FRANKLIN; but it's oftener the
irterferer than the feud that is wiped out
There was difference between the kentuckian and
his three fellows the difference between out OF doors
and the city. He of the Lincoln type. uncouth
titanic man catch and hold the eyes OF all who saw
him. IMPLYING force in all its crude immensely.
Again he broke the silence in that deep bass of his
If you like hear it, III tell you OF chap who tried
to break up a teud-
They were quiet trio and only nodded; when Frank
Ign talked, no one else had much to say.
WHEN was nineteen I went back to the noun
v" tans | had finished my studies at Lexington
I wanted breathe The monotonous responsibility
had got on my nerves Four years had grubbed and
never seen one of my kin They couldn't have en-
dured the town; but loved them and wanted them
only country boy can want his own.
L got the cabin at shutdown. No one was expect
ing me. The hounds swarrned meet The
dishes had not been washed. But 1t was home and |
liked it. The mountaineers undenonstratlve. My
mother did not kiss but she looked me over and
said, Welcome, SOM
That night we sat late and heard the news: four
years condensed into many hours First OF ALL the
tale of fool missioner, my father called him.
Robert Raymond, rich Yankee who had come among
my people teach a narnby- PANTY creed of peace
earth still the white heat OF scOrn with which
my mother informed me He don't preach her
This had lived among them two years Though
they sneered at his creed, they had regard him
almost as an equal For all his ressness as to final
punishment, he a good friend and could fight like
catamount when he believed he right. How he
stood it and is thing beyond my comprehension
Reared in Boston, surrounded by luxury and
every influence for good with the soul of a sweet
and the heart OF lion he had dedicated his life
the uplifting of people who did want him. who
looked down him from height of sodden ignorance
and superstition that seemed unaSSallabe.
met him a week after my arrival and learned from
him that the Carews and aclsons had been at again
their fathers and grandfahers had been until the two
tribes had dWindled in each to q single family.
After old Carew shot old Jackson, Mrs. Jackson with
her baby and a rifle the other had shot
Carew. This left only the two women each with a boy
baby five months old.
Raymond knew these women after each other
He parolled the neghborhood at all times hoping to
avert further bloodshed was wild for adventure so
spent lot of time with him. Day after day he watched
those cabins, helped the too, and took them food
and game. He tried to get the other leave to
go the town where they could get work.
He might have talked TO the wind with more effect
Those hawk eyed polished their rifles and roamed
the hills, waiting to make good the heritage hatred
lett them by their husbands
one day coming down Bald Notch when the
~ burst in a sudden flare of light and showed
us the women spur about four hundred wards below
We couldn't reach them, and the wind would have car
RED voices in the opposite direction We both knew