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

girl like you, ne couldn gain enough
in the world to make up for It, All !
want is that he shall have the chance
TO make the best Of his life"
II reckon Samson don't need no
fotched-on help ter make folks ac'
knowledge him"
Every man needs his chance. He
can be great painter--but that's the
least part Of 1t. He can come back
equipped for anything that life offers
Here. he ia wasted"
"Ye mean"-she put the question
with hurt quaver in her voice-"ye
mean we all haln't good enough for
Samson?'
mo. only mean that Samson wants
to grow--and he needs space and new
scenes In which to grow. ! want 10
take him where he can see more OF the
world-not only little section OF the
world. Surely, you are not distrustfui
Of Samson's loyalty? ! want him to go
with me for q while. and zee life
Don't ye say hit!" The defiance In
her voice was being pathetically tan
gled up with the tears. She was
speaking In transport Of grief. Don't
ye say hit. Take anybody else--take
'em all down thar, but leave US sam
son. We needs him hyar. We've Jest
got ter have Samson hyar."
She faced him still with quivering
lips, but In another moment. with a
sudden sob, she dropped to the rock,
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laip
hand on her shoulder.
miss Sally" he began.
She suddenly turned on him tear
stained, lnfuriated face. stormy WIN
blazing eyes and wet cheeks anu
trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" she cried; don't
We dare ter touch me! | haint nothin'
but q gal-but reckon | could most
tear ye ter pieces. Ye're jest pizen
snake, anyhowi" Then, she pointed a
tremulous finger of up the road UT
away from hyar," she commanded. i
don't never want ter see ye again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything !
loves. Git away, tells ye!-git away
-begone!"
Think it over" urged Lescott. quiet
ly. "See II your heart doesn't say anu
Samson's friend-and yours" lie
turned, and began making his way
over the rocks; but. before he had
gone far, he sat down to reflect upon
the situation. Certainly. he was mol
augmenting his popularity. A hair
hour later, he heard a rustic. aud
turning, saw Sally standing not far Oh
She was hesltating at the edge OF the
underbrush, and Leecott read In hef
eyes the effort It was costing her 70
come forward and apologize.
l 81 reckon-I reckon I've got ter ASK
yore pardon" she said, slowly and WIN
labored utterance. He looked up tc
see her standing with her head droop
ing and her fingers nervously pulling
flower to pieces.
Il reckon ] haint plumb fool.
knows thet Samson's got right tel
eddlcation. Anyhow. | knows he wants
hit"
Education" said the man, isn't go
/ ing to change Samson, except to make
him finer than he is-and more
capable"
She shook her head. Il ha'nt go'
no eddication." she answered. hits
a.goln' ter make him too good fer me
reckon hits a-goin' ter jest about
kill me. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into q pathetic smile agaih
and her chin came stifny up. But,
she added. determinedly. "thet dom
make no diff'rence, nohow."
Yet, when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
Miller's cabin. he found detected ant
miserable girl sitting on the stile, with
her chin propped in her two hands ant
her eyes full OF somberness and fore
boding.
whats the matter. Sally?" ques
toned he, anxiously. "Hes that low
down Tamarack Spicer been rount
here tellln' ye some more stories te
poster ye?"
She shook her head In silence
Usually, she bore the brunt of thei
conversations. Samson merely agree
ing with, or oyerruling, her In lordll
breyities. The boy climbed up and sa
beside her.
CTo BE coNTINUEDJ