Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1915-03-18

a declaration of xaf. b was as Tough
he had posed her 81 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 &C.
knowledge him."
Every man needs his chance. He
can be great painter-but that's the
least part of it. He can come back
equipped for anything that life offers.
Here, he is wasted"
"Y Ye mean"-she put the question
with 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 Samson's loyalty? I want him to 90
with me for a while, and zee life."
Don't ye say hit!" The defiance In
her voice was being pathetically tan
gled up with the tears. She was
speaking In a transport Of grief. Don't
ye say hit. Take anybody else-taks
'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 quiverinS
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 tear.
stained, infuriated face, stormy with
blazing eyes and wet cheeks and
trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" she cried; don't
ye dare ter touch me! I hain't nothin'
but gal-but ! reckon Icould most
tear ye ter pieces. Ye're jest a pizen
snake, anyhowl" Then, she pointed Q
tremulous finger OF up the road. cit
away from hyar," she commanded. Il
don't never want ter see ye again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything !
loves. Git away. tells ye!-sit away
-begonei"
Think It over" urged Lescott, quiet.
ly. "See II your heart doesn't say ! am
Samson's friend-and your" 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. A half.
hour later. he heard a rustic, and.
turning, saw Sally standing not far on.
She was hesitating at the edge OF the
uuderbrush, and Lescott read in her
eyssethe ettort- &c was costing her 20
come forward ana apoloei eiza a ssTs5-T
s1g.I reckon Il reckon I've got tar ask
yore pardon" !" she said, slowly and win
labored utterance. He looked up 20
see her stsnding with her head droop
ing and her fingers nervously pulling .
flower to pieces. -.f g !, tss !,
'I reckon I hain't plumb fool. !
knows thet Samson's got right ter
eddlcation. Anyhow, ] knows he wants
hit" Sti !. \
%Educastlon," said the man. "iAnt 60
ing to change Samson. except to make
him finer than he is-and more
capable" .if.cs 54;$.
She shook her head. II hajnt got
no eddication,p she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter make him too good fer me.
I reckon hits a-goin' ter jest about
kill me. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into a pathetic smile again.
and her chin came stiffiy up. But"
she added. determinedly. "thet 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 tw~ hands and
her eyes full of somberness and fore
boding.
what's the matter, Sally?' ques'
toned he, anxiously. Hes that low.
down Tamarack Spicer been round
here tellin' ye 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 lordi3
brevities. The boy climbed up and sal
beside her.
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