Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-26
who has learned to fly, to go back

who has learned to fly, to go back to
the nest where he was hatched."
But Drennie," he said, gently, sup
pose the young eagle Is the only one
that knows how to f1y-and suppose he
could teach the others? Don't you
see? I've only seen it myself for
little while"
What is 1t that-that you see now?'
II must go back, not to relapse, but
to come to be a constructive force. l
must carry some Of the outside world
to Misery must take to them, be-
cause l am one Of them, gifts that
they would reject from other hands"
! From the house came the strains Of
an alluring waltz. For little time
they listened without speech, then the
girl said very gravely:
You won't-you won't still feel
bound to kill your enemies. will you,
Samson?"
The mans face hardened.
II believe I'd rather not talk about
that I shall have to win back the
confidence 1 have lost. shall have to
take a place at the head Of my clan
by proving myself man-and a man
by their own standards. 1t Is only
at their head that I can lead them.
II the lives Of a few assassins have to
be forfeited / shan't hesitate at that.
I shall stake my own against them
fairly. The end is worthy Of It."
The girl breathed deeply, then she
heard Samson's voice again:
"Drennie, I want you to understand
that If I succeed It Is your success.
You took me raw and unfashioned, and
you have made me. There Is no way
Of thanking you."
There is a way" she contradicted.
You can thank me by feeling just
that way about It,"
Then I do thank you."
The next afternoon Adrienne and
Samson were sitting with a gayly chat
tering group at the side lines Of the
tennis court.
when you go back to the noun
tains, Samson" Wilfred was suggest
ing, I'VE might form a partnership.
South, Horton & Co., Development OF
Coal and Timber There are millions
in it."
Five years ago I should have met
you with a Winchester rife" laughed
the Kentuckian. Now I shall not"
"Tll go with you, Horton, and make
a sketch or two,' volunteered George
Lescott, who had just then arrived
from town. "And, by the way, Samson,
here's a letter that came for you just
as I left the studio"
The mountaineer took the envelope
with Hixon postmark, and for an
instant gazed at it with a puzzled ex-
preston. It was addressed in femi-
nine hand, which he did not recognize.
It was careful, but perfect, writing,
such as one sees in school copybook.
With an apology he tore the covering
and read the letter. Adrienne, glanc-
ing at his face. saw it suddenly pale
and grow as set and hard as marble.
Samson's eyes were dwelling with
only partial comprehension on the
script. This is what he read:
Dear Samson: The war is on again.
Tamarack Spicer killed Jim Asberry,
and the Hollmans have killed Tama-
rack. Uncle Spicer is shot, but he
may get well. There is nobody to lead
the Souths. 1 am trying to hold them
down until I hear from you. Don't
come If you don't want to-but the
gun is ready With love,
Sally"
Slowly Samson South came to his
feet. His voice was in the dead-level
pitch which Wilfred had once before
heard. His eyes were as clear and
hard as Transparent flint.
I'm sorry to be Of trouble, George"
he said, quietly. But you must get
me to New York at once-by motor.
1 must take a train south tonight"
mo bad news I hope" suggested
Lescott.
For an instant Samson forgot his
four years of veneer. The century Of
prenatal barbarism broke out fiercely.
He was seeing things far away-and
forgetting things near by. His eyes
blazed and his fingers twitched.
Hell, no." he exclaimed. 1.-The
wars on and my hands are freed!"
For an instant, as no one spoke, he
stood breathing heavily, then, wheel
ing, rushed toward the house as
though just across its threshold lay
the fight into which he was aching to
hurl himself.