The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-12-31

me. He needs me here"
Il appreciate that. He will be older
later. You can go now, and come back
to him when he needs you more II
what ! urged meant disloyalty to your
people. could cut out my tongue be-
fore ] argued for il. You must be-
lleve me in that. ! want you to be In
the fullest sense your peoples leader.
| want you to be not only their Sam
son--but their Moses"
The boy looked up and nodded.
81 reckon 80 aims ter be friendly,
all right" was ms conservative re-
sponse.
The painter went on earnestly:
Il realize that ] am urging things of
which your people disapprove. but 1t is
only because they misunderstood that
they do dfsapproye. They are too close,
Samson, to see the purple that noun
tains have when they are far away. |
want you to go where you can see
the purple. If you are the sort OF mau
J think, you won't be beguiled. You
won't lose your loyalty. You won't be
ashamed Of your people"
Il reckon | wouldn't be ashamed
said the youth. Il reckon there hain't
no better folks nowhar."
'I'm sure of it. There are going to
be sweeping changes in these noun
tains. Conditions here have stood as
immutably changeless as the hills
themselves for a hundred years. That
day is at its twilight. l tell you, !
know what I'm talking about. The
state OF Kentucky is looking this way.
The state must develop, and 1t is here
alone that it can develop. Here are
virgin forests and almost inexhaust'
ible coal veins. Capital is turning
from an orange squeezed dry, and cast
ing about for fresher food. Capital has
seen your hills. Capital is inevitable,
relentless, omnipotent. Where II comes.
II makes its laws. Conditions that
have existed undlsturbed will vanish.
The law OF the feud, which militia and
courts have not been able to abate,
will vanish before capitals breath like
the mists when the sun strikes them.
Unless you learn to ride the waves
which will presently sweep over your
country, you and your people will go
under. You may not realize it. but
that is true II is written"
The boy had listened intently, but at
the end he smiled, and in his expires.
sion was something of the soldier who
scents battle, not without welcome.
81 reckon if these here fellers air
a-comin' up here ter run things, an
drowned out my folks, hits right
good reason fer me ter stay here-an'
holp my folks"
''By staying here, you can't help
them. II won't be work for guns, but
for brains. BY going away and com
ing back armed with knowledge, you
can save them. You will know how to
play the game"
81 reckon they won't git our land
ner our timber, ner our coal. without
we wants ter sell hit reckon eff they
tries thet, guns will come in handy
Things has stood here like they is now
fer a hundred years. reckon we kin
keep 'em that.away fer spell longer.
But II was evident that Samson was
arguing against his own belief; that he
was trying to bolster up his resolu
tion and impeached loyalty, and thai
at heart he was sick to be up and go
ing TO q world which did not despist
"eddlcation." After little, he waved
his hand vaguely toward down be
low"
"Ef went down thar" he questioned
suddenly and irrelevantly. would
hev' ter cut my harp
"My dear boy" laughed Lescott,
can introduce you in New York studio,
to many distinguished gentlemen VIII,
would feel that their heads had beef
shorn IL they let theiE locks get al
short as yours. In Ne. York, yol
might stroll along Broadway garbed Ii
turban and burnouse withUgt great
ly exciting anybody. think NY owl
hair is as long as yours"
Because" doggedly declared tn
mountaineer, 81 wouldn't allow nobod.
ter make me cut my ha'r."
"Why?" questioned Lescott, amuse'
at the stubborn infection.
81 don't hardly know why" IL
paused, then admitted with glare a
though defying criticism. Sally like
hit that-away-an' won't let nobod
dictate ter me, that's all"
The leaven was working, and on
night Samson announced TO his uncl
from the doorstep that he was study
in erbout goin' away fer spell, al
seein' the world"
The old man laid down his pipe. II
cast a reproachful glance at tn
painter. which said clearly, thoug
without words.
81 have opened my home TO you an
offered you what had, yet in my oil
ibS yuu tuht away my HluihSeoJ'
81 lowed you was a.studyin' erbou
thet, Samson" he said, at last. "Py
done ther best fer ye ] knowed.
kinder lowed thet from now on ye'd d
the same fer me. I'm gittin' along 1
years right smart. y
Uncle Spicer," interrupted the bo!
Il reckon ye knows thet any time
needed me I'd come back"
The OLD mans face hardened.
'Ef ye goes" he said, almost sharl
ly, 81 won't never send fer ye. An
time ye ever wants ter come back,
knows ther way. Tharll be room OIL
victuals fer ye hyar."
81 reckon ] mout be a heap NOR
useful ef knowed more"
"I'ye heerd fellers say that afor
Hit hain't never turned out thet wa