The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-12-10

he had posed her as the Spirit OF the
Cumberlands.
He waited until she should be
calmer.
You don't understand me, Miss
Sally. I'm not trying to take Samson
away from you. If man should lose
a girl like you, he couldn't 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"
Il 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 is wasted"
"Ye mean"-she put the question
with a hurt quaver in her voice-"ye
mean we all hain'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 TO
take him where he can see more of the
world-not only little section Of the
world. Surely, you are not distrustful
of Samsons loyalty? / want him to go
with me for while, and see life."
Don't We 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
we 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
sudden sob she dropped to the rock,
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laid
a hand on her shoulder.
Miss Sally" he began.
She suddenly turned on him a tear-
stained, infuriated face, stormy with
blazing eyes and wet cheeks and
trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" she cried; don't
we dare ter touch me-! | hain't nothin'
but a gal-but l reckon l could most
tear We ter pieces. Ye're jest pizen
snake, anyhow!" Then, she pointed
tremulous finger off up the road. Git
away from hyar," she commanded. Il
don't never want ter see We again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything
loves. Git away, tells ye!-git away
--begone!"
Think it over" urged Lescott, quiet
ly. See if your heart doesn't say am
Samson's friend-and yours" He
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 not
augmenting his popularity. half
hour later, he heard a rustic, and,
turning, saw Sally standing not far of.
She was hesitating at the edge of the
underbrush, and Lescott read in her
eyes the effort it was costing her 20
come forward and apologize.
Il reckon reckon I've got ter ask
yore pardon" she said, slowly and with
labored utterance. He looked up to
see her standing with her head droop-
ing and her fingers nervously pulling a
flower to pieces.
Il reckon | hain't a plumb fool
knows tibet Samson's got right ter
eddication. Anyhow, l 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. 81 hain't got
no eddication." she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter make him too good fer me.
| reckon hits a-goin' ter jest about
kill me. =" Her lips twisted
themselves into pathetic smile again,
and her chin came stiffly up. But,
she added determinedly, tibet don't
make no difference, nohow."
Yet, when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
Miller's cabin, he found detected and
miserable girl sitting on the stile, with
her chin propped in her two hands and
her eyes full of somberness and fore
bodng.
What's the matter, Sally?' ques-
toned he, anxiously. Hes that low
down Tamarack Spicer been round
here tellln' we some more stories ter
poster ye?"
She shook her head in silence
Usually, she bore the brunt of their
conversations, Samson merely agree
ing with, or overruling, her in lordly
brevities. The boy climbed up and sat
beside her.
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