Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-30
ESTABLISHED 1866.
CHAPTER XIV.

draperleS, cdnNdSeS dhu =,
Ashed out a buried and dust-covered
pair Of saddlebags. They had long
lain there forgotten, but they held tne
rusty clothes in which he had leit
Misery. He threw them over his arm
and dropped them at Adriennes feet'
as he handed her the studio Keys.
Twill you please " George look
after INV things, and make the neces-
sarv excuses to my sitters? He'll hnd
a list of posing appointments IN the
desk"
The girl nodded.
what are those?" she ASKED ga@-
ing at the great leather pockets as at
some relic unearthed from Pompeiian
excavations. ~
"saddlebags, Drennie,' he said' ana
IN them are homespun jeans. One
can't lead his 'luttered ok and WIZ
in a cutaway coat"
Shortly they were at the stalioh,
and the man, standing at the side VI
the machine, took her hand.
ITS not good-by, you know" ne
said, smiling. Just auf Wledersheh'
She nodded and smiled too. but as
she smiled she shivered, and turned
the car slowly. There was no neeo 10
hurry now.
Samson had caught the fastest west
bound express on the schedule. In
thirty-six hours he would be at HiNoi'
There were many things which MS
brain must attack and digest In these
hours. He must arrange his plan OF
action to it's minutest detail, because
he would have as little time for reflec-
tion. once he had reached his own
country, as a wildcat flung into a PACK
Of hounds.
From the railroad station to MS
home he must make his way-most
probably fight his way-through thirty
miles of hostile territory, where all
the trails were watched. And yet TOT
the time. all that seemed too remotely
unreal to hold his thoughts. He was
seeing the cody waving curtains OF
lowered chintz that stirred in the WIN
dows of his room at the Lescoll
house and the crimson ramblers tna'
nodded against the sky. He was hear
ing a knock on the door, and SEEING
as it opened, the figure of Adr1enne
Lescott and the look that had been IN
her eyes.
He took out Sally's letter, and
il once more. He read it mechanically
and as a piece of news that had
brought evil tidings. Then, suddenly
another aspect Of it struck him-an
ASPECT to which the shock Of its recep-
ton had until this tardy moment
blinded him. The letter was perfect
dramatically and penned in a hand OF
copybook %roundpess and
The address, the body Of the missive
and the signature were all In one chi
Biography. She would not have intrust-
ed the writing Of this letter to anyone
else.
Sally had learned to write.
Moreover, at the n were the
words, with love-" 1t was all plain
now, Sally had never repudiated him.
She was declaring herself true to her
mission and her love. All that heart
break through which he had gone had
been due to his own misconceptioh'
and in hi misconception he a
drawn into himself and had stopped
writing to her. Even his occasional
letters had for two years ceased TO
brighten her heart %strangling isola-
tion-and she was still waiting. . :
h had sent no word Of appeal until
the moment had come Of which she
had promised to inform him.. Sally
abandoned and alone, had been hght-
ing her way up-that she might stand
on his level.
Good Cod" groaned the man, in
abject bitter self-contempt. His hama
went in%voluntarily to his cropped head,
and dropped with a gesture or SELL
doubling. He looked down at his tan
shoes and silk socks. He rolled back
his shirtsleeves and contemplated the
forearm that had once been as brown
and tough as leather. 1t was now the
arm of a city man, except for theb burn
ing of one outdoor week. He was
returning at the eleventh hour
SITlppSu VI Ills ioilh "
half-stripped Of his faith in himself,
II he were to realize the constructive
dreams Of which he had last night so
confidently prattled to Adrienne, ne
must lead his people from under the
blighting shadows Of the feud.
Yet, If he was to lead them at all,
he must first regain their shaken con-
hdence, and to do that he must go, at
their head, through this mire OF war
to vindication. Only a fighting South
could hope to be heard in behalf or
peace. His eventual regeneration be-
longed to some tomorrow. Today held
the need of such work as that of the
first Samson-to Stay.
He must re-appear before his kins-
men as much as possible The boy who
had left them-not the fop with new
tangled affections. His eye fell
upon the saddlebags upon the floor OF
the Pullman and he smiled satirically.
He would like to step from the train
at HiXon and walk brazenly through
the town in those old clothes, chal-
longing every hostile glance. If they
shot him dow on the streets, as they
certainly would do, it would end his
questioning and his anguish OF diem
ma. He would welcome that, but it
would, after all. be Sinking the issue.
He must get out of Hixon and into
his own country u~nrecogniZed. the
clan boy of four years ago was the
somewhat filled-out man now. The one
concession tina he had made to Paris
life was the wearing of a closely
cropped mustache. That he still wore
had worn it chiefly because he liked
to hear Adrienne's humorous denuncia-
ton OF it. He knew that, in his pres
ent guise and dress, he had an excel
lent chance of walking through the
streets of Hixon as a stranger. AND
after leaving HiXon; there was a mis-
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