The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-03-11
By Charles Neville Buck
CHAPTER XIV.

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threw open an old closet where, from
. Uttered pile Of discarded background
draperies. canvases and stretchers, he
nshed out . buried and dustcovered
pair Of saddlebags. They had lons
lain there forgotten. but they held the
rusty clothes In which he had left
Misery. He threw them over his arm
and dropped them at Adriennes feet,
as he handed her the studio keys.
VIII you please have George look
after my things. and make the neces-
sary excuses to my sitters? He'll find
a list OF posing appointments In the
| desk"
: The girl nodded
What are those?" she asked, gaz-
| ing at the great leather pockets as at
some relic unearthed from Pompeiian
excavations.
"Saddlebags, Drennie," he said,
and In them are homespun and jeans.
One can't lead his 'fiuttered folk and
wild in a cutaway coat"
Shortly they were at the station.
and the man. standing at the side Of
the machine, took her hand.
tits not good.by, you know" he
said. smiling, Just auf Wiedersehen."
She nodded and emiled too, but as
she smiled she shlvered. and turned
the car slowly, There was no need
to hurry now.
Samson had caught the fastest west.
bound express on the schedule. In
thirty-six hours he would be at Hlxon.
There we're many things which his
brain must attack and digest In these
hours. He must arrange his plan OF
action TO its minutest detail, because
he would have as little time for refiec-
ton, once he had reached his own
country, as wildcat flung into a pack
OF hounds.
From the railroad station to his
home he mus make his way--most
probably fight his way-through thirty
miles OF hostile territory, where all
the trails we're watched And yet, for
the time, all that seemed too remotely
unreal to hold his thoughts. He was
seeing the coolly waving curtains of
Powered chintz that stirred In the win
dows OF his room at the Lescott
house and the crimson ramblers that
nodded against the sky. He was hear
as It opened, the figure OF Adrienne
Lescott and the look that had been in
her eyes.
He took out Sally's letter. and read |
II once more He read II mechanically
and as piece OF news that had
brought evil tidlngs. Then. suddenly.
another aspect OF 1t struck him--an as
pect to which the shock OF Its recep-
ton had until this tardy moment
blinded him. The letter was perfectly
and penned in hand OF
copybook roundness and eyenness.
The address, the body OF the missive
and the signature were all In one CHI
She would not have intrust-
ID the writing OF this letter to anyone
slse.
Sally had learned to write.
Moreover at the end were the
words, with love-" II was all plain
low. Sally had never repudlated him.
She was declaring herself true to her
mission and her love. All that heart
Freak through which he had gone had
,een due to his own mlsconception,
md In that misconception he had
lrawn into himself and had stopped
writing TO her. Even his occasional
etters had FOR two years ceased to
Brighten her heart-strangling isola-
ion--and she was still waiting. -.
;he had sent no word of appeal until
he moment had come OF which she
lad promised to inform him. Sally.
bandoned and alone. had been fight J
ng her way up-that she might stand
II his level.
Good Godl" groaned the man. In alb
ectly bitter self-contempt. His hand c
rent involuntarily to his cropped head,
nd dropped with gesture OF self U
quitting. He looked down at his tan 5
hoes and silk socks. He rolled back :
Is shirtsleeve and contemplated the \
orearm that had once been as brown Q
nd tough as leather 1t was now the n
rm Of city man, except for the burn v
ng Of one outdoor week. He was n
eturning at the eleventh hour n
tripped of the faith of his kinsmen,
of his faith in himself. II
he were to realize the constructive f,
reams of which he had last night so V
onfidently prattled to Adrienne, he a
lust lead his people from under the
lighting shadow of the feud. g
Yet, If he was to lead them at all, +
e must first regain their shaken con-
dence, and to do that he must go, at t
heir head, through this mire of war "
} vindication. Only a fighting South Il
ould hope to be heard in behalf of O
eace. His eventual regeneration be- n
,nged to some tomorrow. Today held A
ne need of such work as that of the /;
rst Samson-to slay. e
He must reappear before his kins- il
len as much as possible the boy who v
ad left them-not the fcp with new /
lngled affectations. His eyes fell y