The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-04-16

Gus route to the rid 20. At nighyfall,
he came to the house Of the clan head.
South" he said to Samson, when
he had led him aside, they didn't
want to hear what you had to tell the
grand jury, but they are going ahead
+ irdict you en- manufactured eVi-
lvaCe."
Eamccn vas for a moment thought.
full, then he nodded.
That's about what l was expecting"
"Now," went on Ca1lomb, I'VE IN.
derstand each other. We are working
for the same end, and, by God! I've
had one experience in making arrests
at the order Of that court. | don't
want it to happen again"
Il suppose" said Samson, "you know
that while am entirely willing to face
any fair court of justice, / don't pro.
pose to walk into packed jury, whose
only object is to &c. me where l can
be made way with C4llomb. | hope
"ont have to fight each other.
hat do you suggest?"
IF the court orders the militia to
make an arrest, the militia has no op-
ion. In the long run, resistance would
only ALLEVIATE the sympathy Of the
world at large. There is just one
thing to be done, South. It's thing
don't like to suggest" He paused
hen ada emphatically; When my
detail arrives here, which will prop
ably be in three or four days, you
must not be here. You must not be
in any place where We can find you
For a little while, Samson looked at
the other man with slow smile OF
amusement, but soon it died, and MS
| face grew hard and determined.
I'm obliged to you, Callomb," ne
said, seriously. at was more than
had the right to expect-this warning
understand the cost of giving it. But
it's no use. can't cut and run. No, by
God, you wouldn't do it! You can't
ask me to do it."
"By God, you can and will" Callomb
spoke with determination. This ISM
a time for Quibbling. You've got WORK
10 do. We both have work to do. We
can't stand on a matter of vainglorious
pride, and let big issues of humanity
go to pot. We haven't the right tc
spend mems lives in fighting eacn
other, when we are the only two me1
In this ENHANCEMENT who are in per
feet accord-and honest"
The mountaineer spent some min
| utes in silent self-debate. The working
of his face under the play Of alternat
| ing doubt, resolution, hatred and insur
eency, told the militiaman what
struggle was progressing. At last
Eamson's eyes cleared with an expires
sion of discovered solution.
"All right, Callomb," he said, briefly
you won't find mel" He smiled, al
he added: Make as thorough
search as your duty demands. /
needn't be perfunctory or superficial
Every South cabin will stand open tt
YOU shall be extremely busy, to end
which you approve. l can't tell yo1
what l shall be doing, because to d.
that, | should have to tell where
mean to be-"
In two days, the grand jury, wit
much secrecy, returned true bill, an
a day later a considerable detachmen
Of infantry started on dusty hike u
Misery. FurtiVe and inscrutable Hol
man eyes along the way watched ther
from cabin doors, and counted then
They meant also to count them comm
back, and they did not expect tn
totals to tally.
Back Of an iron spiked fence, and
dusty sunburned lawn, the barrack-lik
facades of the old administratio
building and Kentucky state capitt
frowned on the street and railroa
\ track. About it, on two sides OF th
Kentucky river, sprawled the town
Frankfort; sleepy, more or less dishe
I led at the center, and stretching
shaded environs of colonial houses 81
9 in lawns of rich bluegrass, amid tt
i shade of forest trees. Circling tt
: town in an embrace of quiet beau'
rose the Kentucky river hills.
Turning in to the gate of the stat
house enclosure, a man, who SCENE
q to be an fastener by the cut OF b
d clothes, walked slowly up the brio
y walk, and passed around the founta
L at the front of the capitol. His stel
carried him direct to the main Q
. trance of the administration buildin
Il and, having paused a moment in Il
rotunda, he entered the secretary's
o fee of the executive suite, and ask
/ for an interview with the governor.
. "Have you an appointment" the So
. rotary asked.