Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-12-19

had Invariably met hostility with hos
tility, had % willingly courted the aciA
test Of guilt or innocence. -,
Dsys passed uneventfully after that.
The kinsmsa dispsrssd to their scat
tered coves and cabins. Now and
again came . runner that Jesse Purvy
YVES dying, but always hard on its
heels came another to the effect that
the obdurate fighter had rallied.
though the doctors held out small en-.
couragement Of recovery.
One day Lescott. whose banda6ed
arm gave him much pain. but who was
able to get about, was strolling not far
from the house with Samson. They
were following . narrow trail along
the mountain side. and, at . sound no
louder than the falling Of walnut,
the boy halted and laid silencins
hand ON the painters shoulder. Then
followed an unspoken command In his
companions eyes. Lescott sank down
behind rock, cloaked with glistening
rhododendron LEAKAGE. where Samson
had already crouched and become i'm.
movable and noiseless. They had
been there only short time when
they saw another figure slipping qui.
city from tree to tree below them.
For q time the mountain boy
watched the figure and the painter
saw his lips draw In straight line
and his eyes narrow with CLINT OF
tense hate. Yet. a moment later, with
q nod to follow, the boy unexpectedly
rose into view and his features were
absolutely expressionless.
"Mornin'. JIM" he called.
The Sinking stranger wilirled with
a start and an instructive motion as
though to bring his rifle to his shout
der. But, seeing Samson's peaceable
manner. he smiled and his own de.
meanor became friendly.
"Mornin', Samson"
"Kinder stranger in this country,
haint We, Jim?" drawled the boy who
lived there, and the question brought
a sullen flush to the others cheek
bones.
Jest a-passin' through" he vouch
safed.
Il reckon ye'd find the wagon road
more handy" suggested Samson.
"Some folks might 'epicion ye fer
stealth long through the timber"
The skulking traveller decided to lie
plausibly. lie laughed mendaciously.
That's the reason, Samson. I was
kinder skeeTed ter SO through this
country In the OPEN"
Samson met his eye steadily and
said slowly:
Il reckon, Jim, hit mought be half
es risky fer ye ter WALL, upstandin'
along Misery es ter go a-crouchin'.
Ye thinks we've been a-shadderin' me.
l knows Jest whar ye've been all the
time. Ye lies when We talks bout
passin' through. Ye've done been spy
in hyar, ever since Jesse Purvy got
shot, an all tibet time ye've done been
watched yerself. reckon hitll be
healthier fer ye ter do yore spyin' from
t'other side Of the ridge. reckon ve'
allowin' ter git me ef Purvy 6ies, but
we're watchin' ye."
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said nothing. There was nothing to
say. He was discovered In the enc
my's country and must accept the
enemy's terms. ~
"This hyar time lets ye go back"
said Samson. "fer the reason thet I'm
tryin' like al HI ter keep this truce.
But 70 must stay on yore side or
else ride the roads open. How Is
Purvy terday?"
"Hss mighty porely," replied the
other. in q sullen voice.
All right. Thet's another reason
Why hit hain't healthy fer ye over
hyar."
The spy turned and made his way
over the mountain.
Oh him!" muttered Samson.
his face twitching. as the other was
lost in the underground. Some day
I'm a.goin' ter git him."
Tamarack Spicer did not at once
reappear. and when one Of the Souths
met another in the road the customary
dialogue would be: "Heered anything
of Tamarack?" mo. hev YOU"
mo. nary . word"
(To Be Continued)