Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-12-16
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had been the lionized celebrity in
places of fashion. He had been the
guest of equally famous brother artists,
in the cities Of two hemispheres, and.
since sincere painting had been his
pole star, he had gone where his arts
wanderlust backoned. He had fol.
lowed the lure Of transitory beauty
to remote sections Of the world. The
present trip was only one Of many
like It, which had brought him into
touch with varying peoples and dis
tinctive types Of life. He told himself
that never had he found men at once
so crude and go courteous as these
hosts who, facing personal perils, had
still time and willingness to regard his
comfort.
The coming Of the kinsmen, who
would stay until the present danger
passed. had filed the house. The four
beds in the cabin proper were full.
and some slept on floor mattresses.
Gescott. because guest and wounded.
son, however. shared his quarters in
order to perform any service that an
injured man might require. 1t had
been q full and unusual day for the
painter. and its incidents crowded in
on him in retrospect and drove otf, the
possibility Of sleep. Samson. too,
seemed wakeful. and in the isolation
Of the dark room the two men fell into
conversation. which almost lasted out
the night. Samson went into the con-
fessional. This was the first human
being he had ever met to whom he
could unburden his soul.
The thirst to taste what knowledge
lay beyond the hills; the unnamed
wanderlust that had at times brought
him reetiveness so poignant as to
be agonizing; the underlined attuning
OF his heart to the beauty of sky and
hill; these matters he had hitherto
kept locked in guilty silence.
In cove or lowland pocket. stretch.
ing into the mountain side, lay the
small and meager farm Of the Widow
Miller The Widow Miller was
South" that is to say, she fell, by
tie Of marriage. under the protection
Of the clan head. She lived alone with
her fourteen-year-old son arl her six
teen-year.old daughter. The daughter
was Sally.
The sun rose on the morning after
Lescott arrived. the mists lifted, and
the cabin Of the Widow Miller stood
revealed. A tousle.headed boy made
his way to the barn to feed the cattle.
and red patch Of color. as bright
and tuneful a. . Kentucky cardinal,
appeared at the door between the
morning glory, yinss. The red patch
of color was Sally.
She made her way, carrying q
bucket. to the spring, where she knelt
down and gazed at her own image in
the water.
Before going home she set down her
quick glance toward the house to make
sure that she was not observed.
climbed through the brush and wac
lost to view. She followed G path that
her own feet had made. and after
steep course upward came upon bald
face OF rock, ,-'hich stood out storm
battered whe . . rift went through
the backbone Of the ridge. This point
Of vantage commanded the other val.
Icy. Down below, across the treetops.
we're roof and . chimney from which
. thread of smoke rose in an attenu.
ated shaft. That was Spicer South's
house and samson's home. The girl
leaned against the gnarled bowl Of the
white oak and waved toward the roof
and chimney. She cupped her hands
and raised them to her lips like one
who means to shout across a great dis
lance, then she whispered 80 low that
only she herself could hear:
Hello, Samson SOUTH"
She stood for Q space looking down,
and forgot to laugh, while her eyes
grew religiously and softly deep. then.
turning, she ran down the slope. She
had performed her morning devotions.
That day at the house Of Spicer
South was an of day. The kinsmen
who had stopped for the night stayed
on through the morning. Nothing was
said of the possibility Of trouble. The
men talked crops and tossed horse
shoes in the yard; but no one went to
work in the fields, and all remained
within easy call. Only young Tama-
rack spicer, q raw-boned nephew. wore
q sullen face and made great show
OF cleaning his rife and pistol.
Shortly after dinner he disappeared,
and when the afternoon was well adj
vanced Samson, too, with his rife on
his arm, strolled toward the stile.
He sauntered down the road, but,
when he had passed out Of vision, he
turned sharply into the woods, and
began climbing. His steps carried him
to the rift in the ridge where the white
oak stood sentinel over the watch
tower of rock. AS he came over the
edge from one side his bare feet max
Ing NO sound, he saw Sally sitting
there, with her hands resting. on the
moss and her eyes deeply troubled,
She was gazing hxedly ahead and her
lips we're trembling. At once Sam
sons face grew black. Some one had
been making Sally unhappy. Then he
saw beyond. her . standing figure.
which the tree trunk had hitherto con-
csaled. 1t was the loose-knitted figure
o. young Tamarack spicer.
'.In coursey Spicer was saying, I'VE
don't Tow. Samson shot Jesse Purvy,
but them Hollmans II 'spicion him, an