Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-11-04

ed: -Wall. | reckon | don't need ter
tell yer what ter. do now"
Il reckon ! knows" confessed Luke
with a somewhat surly expression.
But Milt McBriar was paying no
attention. His face was darkening.
Il wish l could afford ter git the
real mani" he exclaimed abruptly. Il
wish | burst hev Anse Havey kilt"
"Wall"-this time it was the un.
derling who spoke CASUALLY reck-
on | mought as well die fer a sheep as
a lamb. Shell l kill Anse Havey fer
Iye?"
The chieftain looked at him during
a long pause. then slowly shook his
head.
No. Luke" he said quietly. 81
hain't quite ready ter die myself yit.
l reckon if he'd We ter kill Bad Anse
thet's bout what'd happen. Jest git
Their lamb this trip an let ther old
ram live a spell"
So, n unspeakably sultry morning,
a few days after that informal session,
Good Anse Talbot arrived at the
Widow Everson's house. AS Juanita
Holland appeared at the door to greet
him he came at once to the point.
"Fetch McNash hes done been
kilt" he said. "'Bout twilight last
night, es he was a-comin' in from Their
barn somebody shot one shoot from
Their la'rel. l reckon hit'd be right
smart comfort ter his woman an
little Dawn eff We could ride over thar
an help tend ter Their buryin'. Kin
We start now?"
Go! Juanita would go if it were
necessary to run a gantlet of all the
combined forces of the Haveys and
McBriars. Her heart aohed for the
widow and the boys, but for Dawn the
ache was as deeply poignant as it
could have been for a little sister OF
her own. So with set face and hot in
~dignation Juanita mounted for the
journey.
At last they reached the McNash
cabin and found gathered about it a
score of figures with sullen and scowl-
ing faces,
From the barn came the screech of
saw and rat-tat of hammer, where
those whose knack ran into carpentry
were 1%ashioning the box which was to
serve in lieu of a casket.
There was no fire now, and the
cabin was very dark. In a deeply
Swallowed corner lay Fetch McNash,
made visible by the white sheet that
covered him.
Juanita had come in silently, and
fer a moment thought that no one
else was there. The younger children
had been sent away. and the neigh
bors remained outside with rough
sense of consideration.
There, in a squat chair near the
cold hearth, sat Mrs. McNash, her
back turned to the room. She was
leaning forward and gazing ahead
with unseeing eyes. Dawn was kneel-
ing at her side with both arms about
her mothers dropping shoulders.
Juanita bent and impulsively kissed
the withered face, but the woman only
stirred a little, like a half-wakened
sleeper, and looked stolidly UP. After
a while she spoke in the lifeless, far
away tone Of utter lethargy.
EINp ryabJ m 49,. .-zH 49,. 49, /.
up Their sheet. He's a-layin' thar"
Then once more she sank back into
the coma Of her staring at the hearth
with its dead ashes.
Then the door opened, letting in two
men, and in them Juanita recognized
Jeb McNash and Bad Anse Havey.
At their coming Dawn looked up,
drawing away from the embrace Of
the older girl, and retreated silently
to a corner, as though ashamed Of
having been discovered in tears, For
a few moments there was silence in
the room, complete except for the rap
Of Jobs pipe when he knocked out it's
ashes against the chimney.
Bad Anse stood with folded arms in
the dim light and gave no sign that he
had recognized the presence of the
"furrin" woman.
The boy jerked his head toward the
hearth and said in a strained, hard
voice: "Set We a cheer, Anse," and
after that nc one spoke. jobs thin
but muscular chest rose and fell to
the swell of heavy breathing and his
face was wrapped black in a scowl
that made his eyes smolder and his
lips snarl. Juanita had dropped back
to n of the beds with Dawn's face
buried in her lap.
Then, as If rousing from a long
dream, Mrs. McNash looked up, and
for the first time appeared to realize
that her son and his companion had
entered the place.
The dead darkness left her pupils,
and into them leaped a hateful fire.
Her voice came in shrill and high.
pitched questioning: "Wall, Jeb, hev
ye got hin yit?"
The boy only shook his head and
glowered at the wall, while his moth
er's voice rose almost to a cream.
"Hain't we a goin' ter do nothin'?
Thar lays yore pap what nuver harmed
no man, shot down cold-blooded. Don't
We hear him a-callin' on yer ter settle
his blood score? Air We skeered? Their
spirit of him tibet fathered yes a.
pleadin' with ye-an' ye sets still in
yore cheer!"
Juanita felt the slender figure in her
embrace shudder at the lashing invec-
tive that fell from the mothers lips.
She saw the boys face whiten; saw
him rise and turn to Bad Anse Havey,
half in ferocity. half in pleading.
"Maw's right, Anse," he doggedly
declared. Il KANT tarry hyar no