The Huttig news., 1915-04-24
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corporal in this hyar new.fangled mi lishy. I reckon this time the peace is goin' ter last. Hits mighty funny way ter act, but pears like it works all right"
 Then, at the ridge, the girls heart gave a sudden bound, for there at the highest point, where the roa d went up and dipped again, waited the iaeunted figure of Samson South, and, as they came into sight, he waved his felt hat and rode down to meet them.
 "Greetings!" he shouted. Then, as he leaned over and took Adrienne's hand, he added: "The Goops send you their welcome" His smile was un- changed, but the girl noted that his hair had again grown long.
 Finally, as the sun was setting, they reached a roadside cabin, and the mountaineer said briefly to the other men:
 You fellows ride on. I want Dren- nie to stop with me a moment. We'll join you later.'
 Lescott nodded. He remembered the cabin of the Widow Miller, and Hor- ton rode with him, albeit grudgingly.
 Adrienne sprang lightly to the ground, laughingly rejecting Samson's assistance, and came with him to the top of a stile, from which he pointed to the log cabin, set back in it's small yard wherein geese and chickens rio in dl1c tpia oh in fIac .5xz earth.
 A huge poplar and great oak nodded to each other at either side of the door, and over the walls a clam. bering profusion of honeysuckle vine cnn.ended with a mass ef wild grape. ir joint effort to hide the white chink- ing between the dark logs. From the crude milk-benches to the sweep of the we'll, every note was one of neat ness and rustic charm. Slowly, he said, looking straight into her eyes:
 This is Sally's cabin. Drennie."
 He watched her expression, and her lips curved up in the same sweetness of smile that had first eaptivated and helped to mold him.
 Its lovely!" she cried, with frank delight. It's picture"
 Wait" he commanded. Then, turn ing toward the house, he sent out the i long, peculiarly mournful call of the l whippoorwill, and, at the signal the door opened, and on the threshold Adrienne saw a slender figure. She had called the cabin with it's shaded dooryard picture. but now she knew she had been wrong. It was only background It was the girl herself who made and completed the picture She stood there in the wild simplicity l that artists seek vainly to reproduce l in posed figures Her red calico dress was patched. but fell in graceful lines to her slim bare ankles, though the first faint frosts had already fallen.
 Her red-brown hair hung loose and in masses about the oval of face in which the half-parted lips were dashes of scarlet, and the eyes large violet pools She stood with her little chin tilted in a half-wild attitude of recon hotter, as a fawn might have stood. One brown arm and hand rested on the door frame, and, as she saw the other woman, she colored adorably. Adrienne thought she had never seen so instinctively and unaffectedly lovely face or figure. Then the girl came down the steps and ran toward them.
 "Drennie," said the man, this is Sally. I want you two to love each other" For an instant, Adrienne Les colt stood looking at the mountain girl, and then she opened both her arms.
 Sally" she cried, you adorable child. do love you!"
 The girl in the calico dress raised her face, and her eyes were glistening
 I'm obleeged ter ye," she faltered Then, with open and wondering ad.