Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-12-14
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host OF last night. It now dawned on
him that he was crossing the boun.
dairy and coming ~ the late guest Of
a Holman to ask the hospitality Of .
South.
ri didn't know whose house II was"
he fastened to explain, until was
benighted and asked for lodging. They
we're very kind to me. I'd never seen
them before. I'm . stranger here
abouts."
Samson only nodded. II the explana-
ton failed to satisfy him. It At least
seemed to do so.
II reckon ye'd better let me holp
ye up on tibet old mule" he said:
hits a-comin' on ter be night"
With the mountaineer's aid, Lescott
clambered astride the mount, then he
turned dubiously.
I'm sorry to trouble you" he ven
tured, "but have Q paint box and
some materials up there. II you'll
bring them down here, I'll show you
how to pack the easel. and. by the
way" he anxiously added. please
to handle that fresh canvas carefully
by the edge-it's not dry yet.
He had anticipated impatient con-
tempt for his artists impedimenta,
but to his surprise the mountain boy
climbed the rock and halted before
the sketch with face that slowly
softened to an expression Of amazed
admiration. Finally he took up the
square Of academy board with ten
der care OF which his rough hands
would have seemed incapable and
stood stock still, presenting an anoma-
lous figure in his rough clothes az his
eyes grew almost idolatrous. Then
he brought the landscape over to it's
creator, and, though no word was
spoken, there flashed between the eyes
Of the artist, whose signature gave to
a canvas the value Of precious stone,
and the jeans-clad boy whose destiny
was that Of the vendetta, . subtle.
wordless message. It was the coun-
tersign OF brothers.in-blood who rec
ognize in each other the bond OF .
mutual passion.
The boy and the girl. under Lescott's
direction. packed the outfit and stored
the canvas in the protecting top OF the
box. Then, while Sally turned and
strobe down creek in search OF Les
colts lost mount. the two men rode
upstream in silence. Finally Samson
spoke slowly and difidently.
stranger" he ventured, "ef hit
hain't askin' too much. will 70 let me
see ye paint one Of them thinssT"
GLADLY" was the prompt reply.
Then the boy added covertly:
Don't say nothin' erbout hit ter
none OF these folks. They'd devil me. .
The duck vas falling DOW, and the
hollows choking with murk.
Were nigh home now" said Sam.
son at the end Of some minutes silent
Flooding. Hits right beyond thet
thar bend"
| Then they rounded a point Of tim
Der and came upon small party OF
men whose attitudes even IN the dim.
ming light conveyed . subtle sugges'
| ton OF portent.
/ "Thet you. samson!" called an old
:; mans voice, which was stiil very ueep
and powerful.
Hello. unc' Spencer" replied the
boy.
Then followed q silence unbrokeu
until the mule reached the group. re'
vealing that besides the boy another
man-and a strange man-had Joined
their number.
i .
"Even.n'. stranger" they greeted
him. gravely: then again they fell
silent, and in their silence was evil
dent constraint.
This hyar mans q furriner," an
nounced Samson. briefly. He fell
often a rock an got hurt. lowed
I'd fotch him home ter stay all night.
The elderly man who had hailed the
boy nodded, but with an evident an
noyance. It seemed that to him the